Just gross. Nast.
How any woman could look at that Mr. Potato Head Humpty Dumpty and think to herself, ‘Yep, I want to have sex with that slug and bear its children’ is just vomitus.
His smile reminds me of a serial killer for some reason. I hope everyone who had a hand in putting his face nationwide for everyone to see is stricken with a venereal disease that leaves their private parts sitting in the crotch of their tighty whities.
Sam Brinton might find little Brian attractive.