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DOS & DON'TS

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    Talk about not checking yourselves. These two were a cute little suburban twosome until he Warped-Toured his head and she Japanese-nerded her feet. They literally wrecked themselves.
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  • DOs & DON'Ts

    I hope to God she stays goth her whole life, but something tells me that as soon as they let Wednesday Addams-Benítez out of the house on her own, she’s going to turn into a cop. (PS: She’s, like, seven and she’s wearing an upside-down cross on a chain around her neck.)
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One great thing about the West Coast is the sheer hangoutability of the place. Taking a picture of your buddy wearing a huge pair of pants is considered having done something that day and it means you can go back inside and drink another six-pack in front of the TV totally guilt-free.

The paradox of having a coy and gentle girl with badass tattoos is a double whammy of nice that either means she is a total prude trying to feign toughness or she is a well-educated farm girl who’ll wear high heels to bed. We’re going to assume it’s the latter.

In fact, the only thing better is stumbling across a whole bunch of women who order beer for themselves because they think gin and tonics taste gross. We love it in such a homo way it’s basically "on the DL."

Being punk in the winter is a lot like being stranded in a life raft. The only way you can survive is to throw the idea of cool shoes overboard (hence the industrial rubber boots) and focus all your punk rations where they count—up top with the living.

What is this guy, 14? How can someone who’s 14 be so much better than us? Fuck, his whole thing is perfect, from the old Sid Vicious neck chain to the new Casualties shirt. The only thing bad I could say about his look is that my dick isn’t in his mouth (just kidding).

Read 'em and weep: An embroidered back patch that says "Get Off My Cloud" complete with a fuck you finger that must have taken days to finish. She bought it off some crazy old stoner that did acid back when it was the size of a Lifesaver. Maybe we don’t hate hippies after all.

Ever get so horny you turn into Ernest Goes to Camp and frantically bust your nut in less than a minute? What are you supposed to do after that, say sorry? What are you, George Costanza? Luckily, this girl has a tattoo that encourages such behaviour. Just shrug your shoulders, point to it, and get on with your day.


Look at this dude, all alone doing his little shirky dance. He doesn't give a shit if you think he's weird and he's not here to make any new friends. He's just here to dance around in his pile of homemade clothes and do some new dances he invented. Shy is the new in-your-face.