This one has nothing to do with spaghetti, but it does star a speed reading piece of hotness in a periwinkle sweater and some fool who thinks he’s in a Spike Lee movie or some shit. Mr. Periwinkle shows us how one should behave on the subway when faced with a ho who insists that you show him respect by calling him…BLOODY LOCO.
How are you supposed to respect a dude who sounds like the junior high school nickname you’d give a girl who got her period at an El Pollo Loco. You know the lady with the thermos is like, “….the hell? Bloody Loco sounds like a complimentary brunch cocktail made from Bloody Mary mix and old cans of Four Loko.”
Meanwhile, Mr. Periwinkle knows how to turn a page! DAMN! We’d all hit it until we got bloody loco (I don’t know what that means either).