Dead man crushes never felt so good. Yeah, I said it. DEAD MAN CRUSHES NEVER FELT SO GOOD. Get
Dead man crushes never felt so good. Yeah, I said it. DEAD MAN CRUSHES NEVER FELT SO GOOD. Get excited, cabbages. In t-minus three (3) days, we begin our gruesome, ghastly descent into the world of unabashed lusting over Vincent Leonard Price, Jr.: The Merchant of Menace. The King of Grand Guignol (whatever the hell that means…don’t ask me, I got it off IMDB). Or as some (i.e. me) like to call him: Vincey Pricey. …at least until I come up with something better. Which I probably won’t (JUSTBEINREAL). During the entire month of October (the ghouliest, ghostliest month of all and therefore the most fitting for VP - OBVIOUSLY), I will be celebrating this delectable man with lustful reviews of his movies, delicious Vincey-inspired recipes (ol’ Vincent was quite the master chef, didntyakknow), VP factoids so mindblowing, you’ll (do something crazy and completely out-of-character, I’m too lazy to come up with something clever at this point in the post), and occasional musings on the rhapsody and ravishment of having a dead man crush. Don’t act like you’ve never been there. So stay tuned, Vincent Price lovahs. ”The midnight hour is close at hand.” -- source link
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