With friends like this, who needs enemas? From the Department of Faint Praise comes this typically backhanded compliment from our old dear friend, Joey Sweeney. We took the liberty of fucking with it in the pursuit of humor. Ah, feels like old times:
CITIZEN MOM REPORTS: The scariest guy on the Internet plops down next to me on a banquette. He’s sporting a head of pink hair, a dark T-shirt-and-jacket combo, skinny jeans and moon boots ? an ensemble that probably nobody else could pull off. He looks tired. I probably don’t have to ask, but I do anyway: “So is it JO-JO, or JOSE?” “Tonight, it’s definitely JO-JO,” he says, softly.
In other breaking Phawker news, Jonathan Valania has just discovered Philebrity’s still #1 Song of 2006, and some other thing called the Internet.
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