¡Vosotros, aprendices de Mengele! No teníais bastante con vuestros cruces de Doberman y caniche, de San Bernardo y dálmata, de mastín y chihuahua, ¿verdad? No, habíais de llegar a monstruosidades como el pitbull gigante de dos bocas y el huskyterrier con la cabeza en un costado. Al menos el Dr. Moreau tenía la decencia de mantener a sus abominaciones confinadas en una isla.
Isn’t he supposed to have open sores on his face and a mongrel dog that’s dying of starvation whimpering into a half empty bowl of cider? He’s like if Urban Outfitters did a line called “Distressed Rancid.” Comments/Enlarge See all
When you see fags in the West Village prancing around yelling “We’re here, we’re queer,” it’s a great big yaaaawn. When you see this puckered homo walking through the streets of Moscow (a place where they’re so scared of being near gays they prefer bats to knives), you feel like high-fiving him and screaming “Yoh, dude!” like he’s a human dare. Comments/Enlarge See all
