If you haven’t had the pleasure of screaming this morning, click this thumbnail. You’re going to see Gary Busey with the baby he created.
Which means Gary Busey created a baby. Which means Gary Busey is having sex. So while you’re sitting on your hand so you can use it to simulate a stranger touching you later, Gary Busey is out banging enough tail that one of them wants to keep the demonspawn that his loins has spewed forth. And it’s not like Gary is the sanest person in the world. If you’ve ever seen the Comedy Central show, I’m With Busey, you get to see him talk about everything from French literary terms to what donuts taste like when you melt them on the pavement, and then eat everything that they’ve managed to touch. Basically, the greatest hits of homeless people’s philosophizing.
So now, because celebrity culture is completely insane, somebody decided that it’d be a good idea to take pictures of Busey with his babies. With those things that any other day, Busey would scare away in droves.
What’s crazier than a photo-spread of Gary Busey posing with the babies he just made? Nothing. Nothing is crazier than that. You could spend days pouring over psych journals, and short of a woman stabbing people in a Target because she thought they were fairies, nothing would be that crazy.
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