Sunday, January 22nd, 2012
What can we say to a VERY naughty coverboy whose flowing curls, blue eyes, neeeeewwwwww ssshhhhhhoooooeeeessss and, well, that running thing disgraced publications around the world this week? Words won’t do it so we’ll borrow one of his own faces (one, incidentally that we’re fairly sure he gave the thief at some point).
There is no Messiah in the hash. There’s a mess all right, but no Messiah. Now go away!