I’m too ephing lazy to shrink this phucking picture! It’s way huge, and I apologize. It’s Daniel Kessler from Interpol! Damn, he’s pious. I think he may be having a word with the higher power. Or maybe he’s just signing an autograph (Do the Amish use pens? hahaha).
Geez, I haven’t perved on Banksy in ages! Sorry. Like I said, I’ve been busy. Actually I have a minor confession to make… believe it or not but there were a couple days when I woke up and Banksy was not the first thought in my head. Calm down, I’m just kidding. The first thought is always: “God! Why did you create me? Do you enjoy watching a stupid bytch suffer?” After this, I segue straight into Banksy.
My original point is that there were actually a few days that I fell out of love with Cola Gorda. No Interpol! Didn’t even go to the messboards! Isn’t that sad? Or maybe it’s just healthy. Whatevers, I’m all fired up about Banksy and his AYB again. I think it was the pictures on the Cola Gorda page that did it and that hot shit pic of him at the pool table! Didn’t find any stellar pictures on the messboards, though. This is why Kessler sits here before you…
I guess he’s kinda cute. He’s no Banksy, though. Banksy has the sinister vibe that I dig so much in menfolk.
Anyway, we already made fun of Banksy (Cola Gordisms, etc) and Comarose suggested we go ahead and make up some Cola Gordisms for Kessler. Here go mine (sorry they’re so lame, I don’t know enough about him to poke fun and it’s already been said that he churns butter….)
* He ballet dances within the safe confines of his home.
* He eats Flaming Hot Cheetos.
* He watches Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
* He thinks knows HOlena Christensen is fugly. <—– hahahhaha.
^ I don’t like this picture.