Mon 13 Oct 2008
That’s a picture of Marsha Brady and neither me eyes, nor my penis can believe it. Marsha (I refuse to use her real name Maureen McCormick) and Elvis share a love of the same drugs and apparently peanut butter and banana sandwiches. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m done with this post.
For those of you who have no clue how Marsha looked before, here is a parting shot.
RIP Hot Marsha
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