Not since E.T. anxiously sat in the crate on Elliot’s bike have I seen an expression that clearly says: “….the fuck am I doing?” Baby Brahim obviously thought about this as he got into the back of Madge’s car in London this morning for the long winding trip back to her mansion where she planned to nibble on his toe nails while his mind tiptoed off to his happy place.
But for real, it seems that in almost every picture I’ve seen of Baby Brahim he has a terrified look on his face like a baby chickling who has just spotted a rabid mongoose coming at his ass. Actually, that pretty much sums up his relationship with Madge.
Well, Madge must fill her pores with Baby Brahim’s fear, because her face is as smooth as a baby’s ass. Or maybe that’s actual pieces of a baby’s ass on her face. I don’t want to know.