Friday 26 March 2010

A flaming, one-man cabaret

I have a seemingly intimidating image. It has been mentioned on several occasions. I have a mohawk and I tend to be a little loud and aggressive. Indeed, on several occasions I have been used as a decoy boyfriend to save people from much unwanted hassle. It's an understandable judgement from that sort of perspective, I suppose.

Surprisingly to most, then, I also love musical theatre.


Pictured: Stereotypical Punk Image. Not pictured: Jazz hands!

I'll be perfectly honest, this blog post was entirely for that caption, because it had me in fucking stitches. In case you couldn't tell, I'm back, motherfuckers.

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