Anonymous asked: this blog fucking sucks.
The YES and NO will return next week.
This man artfully photobombed his own photo. What sets him apart from every cam whore since Myspace? If you have to ask, you’ll never know. Everyone wants to photobomb so badly now that even the foreground/focus is often a photobomb, these days.
When you’re angry about something, fucking be angry about it. Don’t be passive aggressive. Don’t write an allegory about it. Don’t tweet about it. Be. Angry. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH! “And we stand up for shit that matters! Like wearing things like this!!!”
In The Crowd
Around this girl, the rest of the world just appears to be shades of grey… not the shitty erotica book. This guy is back from the future of fashion and modeling to tell us all that there is no hope. The future is littered with the ruins of the magazine industry, and the only appropriate accessory is a cane to help you walk through the post-apocalyptic landscape littered with...
80s Pop Culture
Quite simply put, why doesn’t this happen more often? Surely we can muster up two horny computer geeks in this day and age. “I am She-ra! Princess of Power! Now, what can I get you, hun? We got a special on Grand Slams.”
As much as I absolutely positively despise duckface, this girl’s on a whole nother thing. She’s daring us to say something about it, and I am backing down. This one’s kind of meta. The kid in this photo is all of us, standing there saying, “Now, just what kind of pinko idiocy is this before me?” [We’ve got some pretty sweet pants on. - Ed.]
There’s so little of a fuck being given here that this could be called a dry hump. This is happening whether you want it to or not.
I’m sure there’s some artistry intended here, but all I’m seeing is grass-covered tits… and I’m OK with that. I’m sure there’s some artistry intended here, but all I’m seeing is grass-covered ass… and I’m not OK with that.
Even this guy himself was caught off guard by his bare-chested allure as he trekked through the woods on his way to have sex with every woman in the world. When you take off your shirt, you probably shouldn’t continue to be monochromatic.
This girl certainly accomplished what she set out to do if it was “creating a gooey mess in a blogger’s underpants.” If I’m ever put into a position to decide who lives and who dies on this planet, the very top of the “Who Dies” list is going to say, “That grown man with the pink polo shirt, oversized baseball cap, blue shorts and purple douche...
How do I say this without sounding creepy? That dress looks as good on you as it’ll look on my homemade mannequin facsimile of you. What the fuck is this — spring moments brought to you by Spirograph?
Good news, everyone!
The YES and NO returns this week. Expect a post a day from here on out.