These two arthritic super-villains continue to roam the streets of the fair city unabated. Cheap body suits, Daisy Dukes, wigs, and thongs that must certainly smell like bad hummus. Which also smells like good hummus which makes the product extremely confusing.
There used to be a time limit on being slutty at eleven in the morning on a Thursday. It was called high school. These vaguely existing reality show castoffs are approaching forty and turning every public seasonal display into a Spice TV audition tape. Christmas shopping sucks enough. Nobody of voting age wants to be at a mall during the holidays. Your reward is hiding your chldren’s eyes from the sight of despair. The Year of the Woman turned ugly quickly. Sleep dentistry might be our chance to box them and ship them somewhere far.
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