This guy. Wow.  He deserves to be the first.  Geez!  Ew.  He's old too.
Ok, you can stop clawing your eyes now.  This guy actually broke my computer the first time I tried to upload the picture.  The screen started doing whay can only be discribed as a seizure.  The speakers attach to the side of the moniter and look something like ears.  If they were ears, they would have been bleeding.  On with the review. 
First of all, the most distracting thing, the chest hair.  Is it just me, or does it look like there's a perfect line of chest hair, that makes it look like he's wearing a hair shirt?  Somebody retrieve that poor necklace that's intwined with miles of nasty chest hair.  Did I ever mention I hate hairy people?  Secondly, I can't tell if he has his face painted white or if that's just the...oh gosh...my vocabulary is failing me, I think I'm going to hurl.

While I'm at a loss for words, let me take this opportunity to state that these pictures are supposed to be completely annonymous and, in most cases, will have a black box over the eyes, but for this cretin, you'd miss the glasses.  Ew.

Contrast!  That's the word I was looking for.  I don't know if it's the contrast of his *shudder* chest hair to his neck and face, but he looks pasty none the less.  I don't know what color his top hat is supposed to be, but it looks blue.  The suit jacket or trench coat is too large and baggy.  Lipstick is black and uneven at that.  We all know my thoughts on black lipstick.  Do I have to start in on the glasses?  I think my grandpa has the same pair.

I'm so glad that I got this off of Goth Goose of the Week, otherwise I would have had to further blind myself by actually going to his site.  Which I believe is on AOL, so it also probably has blood bars, midi files, etc. etc.

Now for the worst part.  This man was born in 1949!  That's older than my parents.  Please tell me he doesn't have children.  Please!  He is just.  Wow.  I mean...wow.  I think 50 or 51 is just a little too old to be experimenting with makeup and *gothikness.*  Somebody spare me.
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