Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Ah, the mtrfxing 80s!

The Dwag is fuzzy, so when A goes to work, he generously gives her some of himself to remember him by, mainly by plastering it all over her clothes.
The phenomenon is best described in a song that is a living symbol of a decade filled with wretched music. Check the subtitles.


ADDED: I only bring this up to confess that we showed this exercise in (what the good Sam has called) jack-assery to The Boy, who - predictably - enjoyed it ultra plus.

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