James Franco is a considerate celebrity who knows that you’ve seen his face EVERYWHERE and so he’s changing things up flashing his ass cheeks everywhere instead. (This is the place where you submit your re-worked “since when does his face and his ass look any different” joke.) James dropped his panties, brushed off the ricocheted air kisses he blows at his own ass in the mirror and cracked a sideways grin for Flaunt Magazine’s cover. If it’s safe for you to look at Michael Lohan’s mug shot at work then it’s probably safe for you to look at James Franco’s SANS CHONIES ass, butt I put it behind a cut just in case. Get it!
Yes, that’s what an un-exfoliated and cold ass looks like. But I expected more from James Franco. There’s not an ingrown butt hair, a dangling dingle, a burn mark from a rubber dildo or any other kind of metaphorical symbol that only those with an art school degree can figure out. And this bitch calls himself an artist? For shame. The only way he can prove that he’s the Andy Warhol of our time (he can never prove to us that he’s the Andy Warhol of our time) is by flaunting his full peen on next month’s cover of Flaunt Magazine……with a brush mark on it, of course. I mean, I’m obviously an art connoisseur before a sucio pervert.