I predicted Matt Smith yesterday, the stupid, foetus-faced, pixel-eyed Mekon that he is. Now I'm going to have to make good on my threat to go to Wales and beat Russell T Dickface around the head with my biggest, heaviest dildo. Ugh.
I am a bit put off by his forehead (fivehead?), and this is coming from someone who could have her face used as a cinema screen. My joy at the dying throes of the "OMGsqueeILUVTEN!" brigade is unbounded by Mr Smith's odd topography though. I'm just a bit pissed off that I actually predicted him, I hate when I'm right, spoils the surprise!
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My joy at the dying throes of the "OMGsqueeILUVTEN!" brigade is unbounded by Mr Smith's odd topography though. I'm just a bit pissed off that I actually predicted him, I hate when I'm right, spoils the surprise!