Apparently, everything is ok with our official mascot. He’s still the International Sack Champ we all came to love, some of us more than others, namely chicks. We don’t know how the little bastard did it, but once a girl got on the Bus or the Falcon, they became helpless, defenseless, and soon enough pants-less. Maybe it was the size of his sack, we don’t know, but the little fucker sure got laid a lot. Chicks totally can’t help themselves when they’re around him. I mean, just look at the little bastard.
handsome little fucker?
And in other news, if you wear that really punk rock jacket to the show, you know, that one you put all the studs in while listening to Black Flag and huffing paint, well, one of us just might up the ante on you.
where have all the good times gone?