|The Evolution of a Fat Drunk Queer Shithead
||[Apr. 5th, 2007|02:57 am]
The Fashion Pigs
What, Internet? What's that you say? A 16-year-old you wouldn't fuck? Well, just you wait until the "sullen cow" look comes back in style. Then you'll be sorry.
If you have ham hocks for arms, maybe you shouldn't wear a shirt that accentuates them. It's a big dollop of arm-fat wrapped in the 70's.
Oh, look, Rosie O'Donnell fucked Billy Idol and pooped out this fucking larva of shame. Quit sneering at me.
~*~INSTANT RAVE!~*~ Go back to the Punky Color factory and swim around until your skin peels off. At least you'll get a rotten.com t-shirt out of it.
Imagine the conversation going on in that picture: "Want to go to Denny's?" "I don't know, I'm depressed..." "Come on, we can freak out the normals."
VIVA LA REVOLUCION! PIE-FACED HIPSTERS WITH ACNE UNITE!!! Seriously, this picture is so leftist and galvanizing I want to go burn Seattle. I want to go jack off on a copy of Adbusters while eating vegan jerky and singing a Rage Against The Machine song.
Nothing complements an apres-ski sweater quite like a glazed expression. It's the look that says, "I go to Sundance. I'm worthless."
The only thing sadder than white people dancing to rap music is fat people dancing to rap music.
THIS POST HAS SCREENED COMMENTS. Post a picture of YOUR WORST STYLE MOMENT EVER and I'll include it in my next post. If you have to get drunk first, I understand.