Dear Ville Valo,
This is a face only crystal meth could love.
Kind regards,
oh dear, ville valo!
Dear Ville Valo,
This is a face only crystal meth could love.
Kind regards,
oh dear, ville valo!
Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, the eyes, the eyes, not around the eyes, don’t look around my eyes, look into my eyes, you’re under. I have not been taking your underwear home, putting it on in my bedroom and then parading up and down in front of the mirror. Three, two, one… You’re back in the room.
Dear Iggy Pop,
I love your leather face.
Kind regards,
oh dear, ville valo!
This Valo just bought a ghd.
This Ville Valo suffers from a rather severe case of frecklepsy.
This Ville Valo killed his mother and buried her under the azaleas.
This image makes the baby Jesus weep tears of unadulterated joy. Side parts have a tendency to do that to you.
Score this enchanting image on a scale of minus ten to zero then multiply it by the number of lady boners you’ve had whilst gazing upon its magnificence.
This Ville Valo was a contestant on Ru Paul’s drag race. He narrowly missed out on first place due to an inability to tuck that resulted in an unconvincing mangina. I don’t know about you but I always imagined Ville Valo’s mangina to be both credible and persuasive.
This version of Ville Valo drinks the bong water.
This Ville Valo has to squat and cough on a daily basis. He knows how to make a shank out of a sharpened toothbrush and if you’re lucky he may even write you a covert note using his own urine.
