Saturday, May 31, 2008

Irate Reprobate Service

Ugh. . . I don't know what's gotten into a young Bob Barker that he's taken up work for the IRS, but I shudder to imagine a future wherein penniless citizens are probed with a "metal detector" (actually a crude torture device hooked up to a car battery) upon announcement of their status.

His grotesque expression shows that he gets his kicks out of this sort of thing.

1 comment:

tetsujin said...

Torture device? I would say it does look quite a lot like a metal detector...