Pseudo-mongoloid brides, wicked moose comb overs in silver polyester tuxedos, gun range glasses stolen from K Mart, more buck teeth than a clandestine dentist office in Indiana, and the thought of the wedding night just off of some highway in Michigan where these two grunt and tug it out to a Dan Fogleberg sex trance soundtrack in the corner suite of Sluggo’s Motel in 1979.
GET IT GOD DAMMIT.
Sports. Ogurts. Freaky freedom blubber froth. Live it.
This picture is yet another home run by Thommy Browne.
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Lux. // October 28, 2008 at 11:46 pm |
you never know…..he looks a little like Ron Jeremy…hairy double-chinned glory…she on the other hand looks pretty happy (scary, but happy)…..
ha.