If this is a thing that exists, now you have to know about it, too. So there.
Justin Timberlake takes a quick shower
The textbook definition of A LOT OF LOOK. (But the man purse makes it “Sexy,” in case you can’t read English… or have a merciful lack of eyeballs in your face.)
J.C. Chasez & Tara Reid, 2002
Lord knows I love me some drugs, but everything going on here makes a pretty compelling argument against them.
stahp
I sort of admire the sociopath who could manage to feel sexy in this, Ernie’s skull perched atop her head like a horrific orange crown.
Life is the WORST. I, for one, welcome our new cockroach overlords.
“Scabbard” is kicking some serious game and you have to respect that.
I only listen to vegan music.
I think even the produce is embarrassed by this photo.
(Source: evenmorerandomness)
So, um… if you’re still fapping to t.A.T.u., you can probably stop now.
If my response to every long-winded statement you make is to feign agreement with a wide-eyed “well, there you go,” I am probably so bored and uncomfortably trapped by the conversation you are forcing upon me, I am contemplating eating my own face to escape.
WAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN
It makes me not get into internet fights with people who have no fucking idea what they’re talking about when it comes to weed.
there. are. no. words. for. this. commercial.
why does this exist
I actually want the people in this commercial to suffer like I had to suffer watching them.
“OMG LOOK it’s Adam Duritz!”
Would you rather be mistaken for Adam Duritz once a day OR be forced to take care of a pet bird whose only noise is a Dave Matthews-style “HE wakes up in the mornernrrrgg!”
Assuming everyone says the bird…
Would you rather be mistaken for Adam Duritz once a day OR have a car drive through your house while you’re at the store?
Is death also an option? Because I will actually take death.
Oh dear. Lord knows I love turquoise anything, especially for spring, but I would so much prefer those pants and “urban serape” for me, especially given the way it’s been Bobby Trendy-ly thugstyled here. I’m not saying a dude couldn’t get away with this in Vancouver (probably even some dudes I know could), but I’m on record as digging more the tradstyles ”fuckyeah” menswear, as opposed to sweeping organza Austin Scarlett capes on peacocky fopfolk (with the Kanye exception, of course). But your mileage may vary, especially if you are an actual peacock or if the cape is magic, which is obviously as dope as it gets in the cape world (even for superheroes).
Generally, my rule of thumb for men’s fashion is still: “IF ‘YE WOULD BUY IT, FEEL FREE TO TRY IT; IF JARED LETO WOULD SPORT IT, YOU MUST ABORT IT.”
That being said, render unto mami those sweet wristicles (which look similar to one I already own and have stupidly misplaced).