Never before has a fugshot caused my brain to almost malfunction because of the dozens of images flying at me. I saw DEATH, an anorexic Penguin, an overcooked Gollum, Mr. Burns in need of a haircut and a methed-up Riff Raff.
Who knew that Phil Spector was hiding a mullet and some broke down plugs underneath his wig.
This mug shot is trying to lure me into the back of a van by promising me endless supplies of candy. I am not taking the candy. NO.
Send your dry cleaning bill to The Smoking Gun for providing this portrait of fugness.