The guy on the left looks like Mr. Rogers randy brother he never speaks of. He's no longer welcome in the neighborhood.
All aboard the U.S.S Smarmy Gits.
ripe for a seamen joke
I can smell the aqua velva through the screen.
Could you choose your own monogram or did you just have to settle for whatever came in the box? And did anyone actually believe chicks would dig those terry cloth slip-ons?
I would run... as fast as I could... and far far away
"...The agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair..." - Edgar Allan Poe
I'd join you.