80 kroners for this CRAP?

Yeah, or 10 euros in the Netherlands store.

Next time my girlfriend comes over for some smoochin’, this is definitely going to be playing low…

This guy is channeling Shatner.

Some languages were never meant to be sung… I’m sorry to say that Armand has discovered one of them.

“The Best of Armand” collection has a track called “Das ist juist de pest”.

This man must be a GOD in Holland. His hair rivals Hasselhoff.

“Hollands glorie”? I’d hate to see their military!

You know that dog is thinking "I hate my life".

Another blow to Swedish nationionalism…

I’m sorry, but no woman is really going to say to Gunther
"touch me now".

Eat your sweet heart out ABBA.

Credited with popularizing the paint-on ‘stache.

You had me at "ding dong."

Skanky, and festive.

Gunther exudes the holiday spirit… um, whatever that is.

Mmmm…. Guuuunther.

I WANT DING DONG!

Fear it, love it, touch the ‘STACHE!

His mom still plucks it for him.

The sad thing is that "Virgin" is really only four foot nine. He snuck that sword past the guards at the petting zoo.

That horse could kick Mr. Ed’s ass.

I really have to wonder if there is a butt to those leather chaps.

"BY THE POWER OF GREY-SKULL!!!!!!!"

I really don’t picture Eden this way.

Men aren’t supposed to show “cleavage”… and those waist-high boots are joined by zipper to the top.

This reminds me of a college buddy who worked in the breeding stables for a couple of summers. We now fondly refer to him as “The Pony-Pleasurer”.

This seems kinda… morbid.

He probably killed his friends for those albino snakeskin boots.

Never trust a preacher whose friends are all dead, who wears white snakeskin boots, and who has founded his own ministry called “Pulpit in the Shadows.” (See the fine print at the bottom of the cover.)

I’ll be your friend, Freddy.

This was the little-known inspiration for Right Said Fred.

Yeah, "I’m too sexy… to live."