Anyone who runs across this fucking guy should flip him off immediately. He's what I like to call 'a handjob.' The other day I was watching The Neverending Story and the doorbell rings just as Bastian is about to yell the Childlike Empress' new name out the window during the storm. Opening the front door reveals this dipshit standing on my doormat. As if the flatbilled hat wasn't enough, he was wearing incredibly snug jeans that hugged every curve in ways that made me feel wierd in my stomach. He wanted to hang out and invited himself in, but I better idea; I flipped him off. If you see him, do the same damn thing, it's the only way to get him to fuck off.