What a Wench Wants, What a Wench Needs

On my birthday, some friends and I went to the radiskull little restaurant, Vortex, in Atlanta. We went to the one in midtown, where if you eat outside, you get to experience the joy of hundreds of thumpin' Escalades, all pounding a different lil' ditty. It's like a seismic, hip-hop smorgasborg.

But this guy was there.



Wenches want him and wearing that shirt, it's certainly unclear as to why. I mean, Papyrus is on the shirt! It's a real chicken or the egg.