Unless for some reason you'd LIKE to be exposed to this tripartite terror:
1) NEAL POLLACK.
2) HIS SPAWN.
3) CAPERS.
I'm so grossed out, I think I need to go home and sit in a fetal position in the tub with the shower pouring down, shivering and trying to "get clean".
[via Gawker -- thanks, a-holes.]
I think I might have given Gawker the heads up on that one. Sorry. Like what you are doing here.
Posted by: Fesser | September 20, 2007 at 12:00 PM