Hey! What a great competition.
Nobody around here is entering because we all know that Marr, Rourke and Joyce have NOTHING to do with Uncle Mester’s raving sales and reviews as a solo artist, of late.
He’s done it all on his own and ended up swimming in cashmere, accolades, vodka and Kerrygold.
...and the 14 wonder why we come here. There’s nowhere else in the world that we can watch scrapers pine and opine for a cartoon character. The studios may be on hiatus, but Melvis is doing his level-best to let you know that he’s got something up his sleeve.
*Shhhhh. Nobody’s supposed to know that it’s a fake-ass vegan, PETA-felching, dead-star and poet raping conspiracy.
Fak Arf.