The only thing that could make this more hilarious would be if it was vegan cake.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
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Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
If I were a beer, I'd look at this with my beer goggle eyes and shudder in horror to see a mass grave of the genocide of my peers.
Also, if I were a beer, I think I'd be a Zima.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Ugh! Yuck! What kind of sick fiend would welcome that filthy animal into their pool? Do they want to get some sort of infection from the water? Not enough chlorine in the world to neutralize that nastiness.
And those ducks aren't really sanitary, either.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
These are from some sort of lingerie themed party at a bar catering to Texas A&M students.
What a lovely reminder that human sexuality is completely repulsive and moronic at all times, unconditionally, end of story.
Lmao if you actually engage in genital-on-genital contact for recreation, you herb.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Someone just sent this to me with the explanation that this is a guy she went to high school with in a "terrorist" Halloween costume.
Apparently the weight of the discourse on whether ironic cultural stereotypes are acceptable as costumes was simply too much to bear for this plastic chair, which collapsed under the weight of our times.
I know this is a little bit outside the discussion, but I'd just like to point out this appears to be a Party-In-The-Garage, which is one of my favorite whipping posts of this blog. Lol at garages.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Back in the 1960s, Tehran was a cool place and people dressed and looked awesome and were hip young cool people. Then the Revolution happened and women had to wear burqas and stuff, blah blah blah, go read Wikipedia.
Point is, check out this amazing dance party from 1965 in Tehran;
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
You're probably confused like me as to why this guy's interpretation of a Mitt Romney costume is shirtless and wearing gold spandex tights.
But neither of us is as confused as his poor little dog in the corner, staring pleadingly at his master's oddly shaped weiner. Is that even a weiner? WTF is that thing? Is there a snausage stuffed down there? Begggin' strips?