You’d think that a harsh chemical perm and three hours in a tanning bed would do at least a little damage to a zombie’s tender, rotting flesh. But nope.Comments/Enlarge |
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So what if Anton Newcombe’s a sloppy drunk whose only real talent is convincing record-industry benchwarmers that he’s a genius? Eight years ago he wrote half an OK song and he’s still looking great!Comments/Enlarge |
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