02.08.10 THE MIRROR SCARE, A COMPILATION

This is why I don’t own mirrors. Or shower. Or get laid.

Well, at least it´s better than it´s hipster counterpart, the mirror scarf.

I use to get “mirror scares”, but then I quit closing my eyes while I do blow.

I always see uncool people in the mirror. It’s more of a mirror square.

I always thought the “mirror scare” was a mere scare.

If you want a Mira Scare, just google “Sorvino recent pic”.

Ronald Reagan got those a lot in his last few years.

I have approximately 350 years of bad luck.

That’s what I get for using a mirrored snare.

… on my drum set.

…my uncle raped me.

A “mirror scare” for me is when I have no coke for it.

My version of the mirror scare is when Rip Torn appears on the other side of a doorway and starts copying my actions, hoping I don’t notice he’s in my kitchen.

It’s frefreshing to see someone else also has a nose for Huge, Jiggly, Oiled-Up Titties compilations.

In asian cinema it’s known as a millol scale

Paul Sorvino looks great.

Technically, it’s a reflection scare, but then again, that’s when it’s my reflection.

My mirror is scared of me.