Wednesday, June 22, 2005
To the Monkey
I realize the picture I posted was huge and gross, but I like to consider it a public service to those in the world still considering unprotected sex. I'm just looking out for the poor children stuck in abstinence only education programs. Safe sex, kids. If you can't trust Joey Potter...
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You realize you ruined the kiss at the end of Batman Begins for me (which I saw last night). I sat there in the darkened theater, unable to give voice to my horrified, repeating mindcries of "No, Mr. Bale, don't kiss Swampy McSwampholmes!"
Also, it's the "MONKEY", in all caps. Meredith, sheesh. (See? I don't go miscapitalizing your name.)
I apologize, MONKEY. I will be more respectful in the future. As far as Batman goes, the "love" story barely registers as legitimate and she does the Dawson's Creek scrunchy face thing when she kisses him-something that breaks the mood far more than her icky disease. Of course, maybe she makes that face because she knows she's putting beautiful men at risk.
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