Look, imagine what you fat-asses could get accomplished if you weren’t sitting around worrying about who Dr. Bob banged in a secret magma chamber before rescuing his reincarnated wife from Madagascan banditos who had cancer but are now cured.
Archive for March, 2006
Daily Worst: Tammy (from Guiding Light)
Daily Worst: Midtown Menace
Midtown Menace is from the Hamptons. I can’t knock him for that, but I was under the impression that the uppity white folks over there didn’t let their kind go out and make asses of themselves like this. Can we get some regulation here, WASPs?
Daily Worst: Brandon
What the hell is up with scary dudes? When did it become cool to sport a shaved head, wife-beater and guns? When did looking like a neo-Nazi become a cool thing? Was I asleep that day in Cool Class? And you can bet your ass I never missed Cool Class.
Daily Worst: Miss Lala
Ok, look: I’m all about the post-party orgy on some random person’s dirty carpet. It’s fun, you’re drunk, it doesn’t really count as cheating AND you’re giving your immune system a great test.
