Meet Balls?
I mean, is the goal to look like you just dipped your fingers in squishy globules of ground up cow flesh?
Or...is it a tantalizing promise of your social life to come?
Either way, let me reiterate: eww.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Meet Balls
I've tried about seventy different prescriptions of rose-colored glasses to look at this one. No matter how strong they are (and in this latest pair, Stalin looks like the pancake bunny), this name still grosses me out.
Meet Balls?
I mean, is the goal to look like you just dipped your fingers in squishy globules of ground up cow flesh?
Or...is it a tantalizing promise of your social life to come?
Either way, let me reiterate: eww.
Meet Balls?
I mean, is the goal to look like you just dipped your fingers in squishy globules of ground up cow flesh?
Or...is it a tantalizing promise of your social life to come?
Either way, let me reiterate: eww.
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