Thursday, October 22, 2009

This girl must be delicious!

David Blaine, eat your heart out!

Is this guy humping a can of Redbull?

Lacerations much?

Sir, you might be taking your love for fast food a little too far.

I don't think Dave Thomas would even go to these extremes!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

This picture is worth way more than a thousand words, since this fella has a paragraph on his arm.


Point 'em out! Point 'em out! Point 'em out! Point 'em out! (watch, with sound on!)

I thought that the Rock Paper Scissors Season was over? The off-season was so short!

Is that guy serious with those gloves and the sunglasses? I am surprised that he did not get beaten up!

Is that Father Time behind you?

These gents watch too much America's Next Top Model. Seriously.

"Do I really have to wave a damn sparkler around to celebrate a bottle of Svedka?"

Are these two zombies?

Many a Tender Moment at the SIN Mixer...

Wonder if the bottom one was inspired by this....

I don't know what is worse, the fact that someone made it rain with napkins, or the move these two are doing.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Goddammit, the icescapades were at Cans, and I missed it!? FML.

Coming Soon to an Engagement Announcement Near You!

Introducing the soon-to-be Mr. & Mrs. Romanhands Coppafeel!

"Don't worry, guys, I have been practicing my 'I am not having any fun, I hate you' face."

Is it really that surprising?

Since Remetees Prett Much Make Fun of Themselves...

I don't even have to mock a single picture from this album (although there is a funny one of a dude in his blazer trying to show us his belly button - go look!).

I was trying to hold back on mocking these poor girls.

Until I saw this one. Really? Nice facial expression. Or better, nice capture, photographer.

The whole album is pretty terrifying, as far as "Fashion Shows" go. Try shitshow.

(The clothes are horrific, it looks like there are only a couple models...)

Alright, now STOP! Scissor time!

We're calling this "fashion" now, too?

Speaking of boobs hanging out and the no-pants dance...

Oh, we weren't speaking of that? Woopsy daisy.

When I die, I hope I someday am honored in such a "fashion."

Ketchup and Mustard?

It's nine pm on Friday. Do you know where your pants are?

Umm, I think something crawled up your leg and died.

Plus, we can see your undies.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Is this what swag surfing is?

Why be so terrified?

From the files of "It's dangerous to wear a tie."

"It pays to flush me? It pees to flush me?"