Disturbing
Monday, April 20th, 2009
photo via btindrelunas
Taking a photo of yourself in footie PJs and putting it on the internet is a creepier version of wearing a mini-skirt and walking past a construction site. Congrats.


photo via btindrelunas
Taking a photo of yourself in footie PJs and putting it on the internet is a creepier version of wearing a mini-skirt and walking past a construction site. Congrats.

photo via insaneninja
Really? You’re going to put your child in an Insane Clown Posse shirt? I mean, really? I’m repulsed, but at the same time … isn’t telling a juggalo to go back and change even more of a low blow than criticizing someone’s Halloween outfit?

photo via wtfxboo
This reminds me of one of those tiny dogs that barks to overcompensate. I can kind of imagine him (her?) tied up in a yard in some parallel universe, scaring the crap out of passing strangers. Until they take a peek through the fence.

photo via V is for Viva La CYB
Stream-of-consciousness exercise:

photo via LizaWasHere
It’s bad enough you made a baby instead of something nice like a collage or a great hollandaise sauce, but now you’re buying it “snarky” clothes? I mean, I could kind of look past the Ipood onesies and the boob man shirts, but seriously? Douche Jr is going to need therapy. Though I guess you’re ready for that.