The Adventures of Ozkar
Ozkar considers who has the best pills in Hollywood (besides him, obviously).
He's not a real Oscar, but he's all I got, for now (I moonlight as a crafty cat burglar)... Ozkar was plucked from a centerpiece 7 years ago, and since then we've been inseperable. So while I await the return of my functional laptop + requisite deface-friendly software, let Ozkar entertain you. He's a contemplative soul.
Ozkar considers healthier choices in light of his newfound backfat and assflaps
Ozkar considers Paris Hilton, laughs, feels dirty.... Must shower...
Ozkar considers a world without Pottery Barn vs. a world made entirely of Ikea.
Ozkar considers himself above average.
Ozkar considers the miracle of tupperware.
Ozkar considers pectoral implants.
Ozkar considers fashioning his very own bat-signal.
Ozkar considers 'Ghost Ship.'
Ozkar considers the celebrity 'sex tape.'
Ozkar considers the 'dude ranch.'
Ozkar considers yoga, de-considers yoga after realizing he was not built to bend.
Ozkar considers flushing it all away.
Ozkar considers the sweet liquid-cancer he guzzles by the barrel.