Lo, what horror hath I wrought upon thee?

Check it out, my lunatics of the night-fringe, you who so uncaringly bathe the idiotic drool of your Emperor "Boooosh" - a goth that soars above my already-high expectations of goth-pretentiousness! If you can make it past 30 seconds without punching your monitor, stick around for the faux-french-fluency at the end, which is not-so-subtly being read from a card below the camera - hee.

3 comments:

Mister Vertigo said...

Wow. I have no idea what he is talking about, nor do I really want to find out. All I know is it's 6 minutes of my life I can't get back.

The whole time I was waiting for fangs to pop out of his teeth and for him to sprout bat wings and fly away. I wish he would have.

towwas said...

He looks a little like John Cleese. It's funnier if you think of it that way.

grrrbear said...

Nope...couldn't make it.

Now I need a new monitor - thanks J.Bro...