Lo and behold, the one time I figure i can say any creepy little thing I want, solely because it would be hard to have out done sweaty baldo, I'm an empty shell. I've got nothin.
i don't know what you're talking about, the creepy baldo. if mine gets longer than a half an inch i have to try to discretely scratch myself in public! no fun. but i don't have a sweaty problem. cotton undies a la paul frank all the way.
You know, the name creepy baldo draws one image to mind: Danny Devito. Everytime it is mentioned, I think of his face, and frankly I'm a little frightened now.