Halloween Post #2: Halloween Masks, For Real
by Steve West on September 29, 2007
No matter how wrinkled I get. No matter how much money I ever make. No matter how desperate I become to restore the perception of my youth. I will never never never resort to any kind of cosmetic surgery. That lady looks like Rocky Dennis from Mask. Is that the look she was looking for? Obviously not but there it is. The horror, the horror...
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Jackie Mason | October 2, 2007
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