||[Mar. 21st, 2006|06:06 pm]
i must start this entry by stating that i am in no way affiliated with falloutboy or pete wentz. i actually have a profound distate for the music that said parties create and broadcast on television. i have, however, within the last hour, seen pete wentz's penis. and it's not like i went looking for it; it's everywhere. if you have not heard the story of peengate, here it is, from what i can gather: pete wentz, singer/whiner of falloutboy, a rather short and slightly pudgy male of approximately twenty-five, clad in painfully stereotypically "emo" clothing (extremely tight, unflattering trousers, and similarly tight cardigan sweaters) was having a quiet evening at home, apparently in his bathroom, taking digital photographs of his willy. somehow, someway (which may or may not have involved myspace) the pictures accidentally find their way onto ONOZ THE INTERWEBS. the famed photo shows pete from the chest down, shirt up, pants around his knees, dick in hand. also revealed is a bad tattoo on his stomach. perhaps, as he bears the same first name as (the far more attractive) pete doherty, mr. wentz thought it to be a similar artistic expression to a page in doherty's albion book. sorry, wentz, though self-obsessed rockstars both you and pete doherty may be, he has you beat this time. i do think that the exposure of these photos was not an accident, but a (not so) clever publicity stunt on the part of pete wentz. and it must have worked because here i am talking about it.
oh, and by the way, pete doherty, if kate moss joins your band i will never buy any of your albums. ever. it won't be like the velvet underground and nico, it will be a twig with a tambourine. no one likes twigs with tambourines except the twigs' boyfriends.