I still think the all-time worst album cover award goes to Joyce, but this Pepto Abysmal shit also ranks right up there. It also poses an important point. If the McDonald Sister on the left has got confidence wearing those fucking glasses, then what's your damn problem? Get out there and be confident, you low self-esteem motherfuckers!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A Contender For Worst Album Cover of All Time
I still think the all-time worst album cover award goes to Joyce, but this Pepto Abysmal shit also ranks right up there. It also poses an important point. If the McDonald Sister on the left has got confidence wearing those fucking glasses, then what's your damn problem? Get out there and be confident, you low self-esteem motherfuckers!
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I kind of like the glasses; I think the dress her problem. Notice how the buttons are up where her nipples should be? Yeah, not a good look.
Birdy Bird,
Good point about the buttons. No, not a good look AT ALL.
Love you,
SB
If they got it now... this is the "after".... what did the "before" look like?!
It's the white hairclips that get me. You'd have to have oodles of confidence to wear those surely?!
xxxooo
Kelly
(busy applying for jobs to get my poor ample ass off benefits... i wouldn't call them benefits... I'd call them 'shit happened' or 'fucked'. There's nothing beneficial about them. Some of us would rather work than watch crappy tv. Only bonus is I can drink beer at lunchtime!
xxxooo Kelly
Lilacsandy,
I wondered about that shit, too, girl. Jesus.
Love,
SB
Kelly,
I am SO HAPPY to hear from you! You have been in my thoughts. My ass actually prayed (and the roof didn't cave in) that you would find a great job that you really like a lot. I will keep on praying.
I do beer at lunch anyway, even though I work. It is indeed a damn bonus!
I love you. Please stay in touch.
SB
I must admit that I wore a very similar dress (from J.C. Penny's, I believe) to my first boy-girl dance. Yes. I did. And I think my hair was sort of styled like those girls' hair was. AND I wore glasses. But no, I did not have braces. And yes, boys asked me to dance.
God. They must have been so desperate.
The name of the band was The Titans. I remember them fondly with their paisley pants, their amplifiers, their guitars.
My Dear Ms. Moon,
I'm sure your ass rocked that dress.
Young men are desperate. Fo sho. They are at the behest of the peen at that age.
Sorry I missed The Titans. Sounds like quite a show.
Buckets of love,
SB
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