I wonder how many young men have perished trying to keep Ms. Tokyo Posh Pants ’09 happy?Comments/Enlarge |
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Remember all those soul-deadening jobs where they’d make you wear some stained-up secondhand workshirt that came down to your knees and how hard you’d try to cool up the periphery in case you ran into anybody you knew? I wonder if that’s why punk and goth girls always cram so much shit on their necks and arms.Comments/Enlarge |
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SOCK MONKEYS (200 OUT OF 1,863)
Looking through this book makes me feel like a drooling idiot in the best possible way. This guy Ron has a room FULL of sock monkeys that he’s been collecting...
Somewhere between 36 Chambers and right now, rap became infected. The majority of it went from a great place to go after punk lost its edge to a fucking Sambo jamboree. When you see Jermaine Dupri fall out of the sky and land into a gaggle of bikini-clad models and say "uh ooooh" with his Donald Duck shirt and his bottle of Crystal you are looking at a 2001 version of Stepin Fetchit. Sure, a few rappers get paid so it's not quite as bad as 1942, but what is their message?...
