Ya know, it's Wednesday evening, I'm settling in for a nice Swensen's microwaved frozen dinner (stir fry chicken), a red cup of Thunderbird wine to wash it down, and a nice package of Hostess Cupcakes for dessert (gotta mix it up), when I see this pic.

Now it's true, I could simply toss my microwaved chicken chunks at my computer screen, and rant incoherently until I trip over my chair and fall on my rug. Or I could down a cup of the 'Bird, breathe, and enjoy my evening by simply mocking this plug's utter douche stench.

This tonguey scrote is actually polluting this poor little blondie as the pic is taken. It's rare we see the Grieco germs in active infectuous status like this. And dig that brass knuckles emblem on the shirt. Classy.

Okay, back to the chicken chunks...