Friday the 13th brought some serious fuckery yesterday in the form of Iggy Pop on stage at the Way Out West festival in Sweden. You know your time of going shirtless is up when your torso starts to resemble an apathetic emoticon 0_0 with the texture of the same shit that sits on top of a glass of warm milk that’s been left out too long. At 63 years old, Iggy’s body is a wonderland of needle pokes and battle scars from too many blackouts to remember what happened the night before. On his left tittay, we’ve got what looks to be baby batter dribble or a pigeon’s blessing. You’d have to give it a lick to find out for sure–so volunteers please form a single file line, and no pushing. The right tittay and entire east-wing of his body reveal a fearful troupe of veins fleeing his arm. If you listen closely, you can hear them saying: “fuck this, let’s just crawl up the brain so he can get high faster. It’s less work for us.” Do not let this happen to you. Just say no. But on the bright side, he has really good hair for his age. http://www.tabloidprodigy.com/?p=18428 added by: knowandtell
