In the mirror universe, in 1952, a young Fred Willard was walking through a chemical plant when he fell into a vat of preservation fluids. Instead of drowning him, the fluids embalmed him alive, making him ageless, immortal... and evil. 72 years later, having mastered the art of crossing between realities, he now stalks our world, neither dead nor alive, seeking carnal pleasures and absolute power. He is... THE ALPHA MALE.
Coming to theatres this fall!
Oh shit, the young Jimmy Carr mannequin at Madame Tussaud's came alive and is now a real little boy.
On a side note, I couldn't remember Jimmy Carr's name, but googling "brittish standup annoying laugh" returned Jimmy Carr in the first result. I wonder what would happen if you googled "ventriloquist dummy turned standup comic most likely to be into snuff porn"
Update: it doesn't return Jimmy Carr, and don't google yourself :(
Incels, trying to legislate their way into vajayjay.
It does look like it's taken in a cemetery and he's been freshly dug up.
Ok so we accept all body shapes but not all body materials?
Looks like Carl from Pixar’s “Up” but if he died 55 years earlier and they Weekend-at-Bernie’s him for the movie.
Waxy
Zombie?
No fucking way. Looked him up and Dick Stroker is real. He looks old as fuck. Fortunately he's young in age so I hope he figures out that going extreme right wing is the wrong path.
This post is going to give me nightmares tho
What Twilight fans go for
Evil Carl Fredricksen
Does he have a browridge? Cro magnon ass skull having mother fucker.
It's the blue tie. It chokes them out like a wood stake in a vampire's heart. He looks like a traffic cone under a blonde turd in a red tie.
You've got to wonder is just being white and wealthy enough to give you that much self-confidence in life even looking like that? Is it really that effective?
this legit made me wheeze
18
Wildly Successful
Aw, someone got money from daddy!
if that's what the photographer actually delivered, they did a bad job. Skin tone is one of the easier things to fix in post.
