Last 4th of July, I wore this T-shirt to an outdoor music thing:

Jesus, that skit is depressing as fuck. It’s just basic and terrible.

Jesus Christ with these fucking rich people already.

Damn, that image is mesmerizing and heartbreaking, all at once.

Who is this guy again?

You better drink that Kool-Aid, people! Drink it!

OH my goodness.

“It takes more than a dick to make a gorgeous man”

Yes yes. I just started wearing cargo shorts last summer, and not one of my countless pockets has a single fuck in it.

Yeah, you’re probably right. Maybe he had “Sledgehammer” or something bangin’ in the ‘buds, and just forgot where he was for a sec. :o)

At this point I would expect nothing more from Baby Mussolini.

So... What is up with this, I’m wondering.

Regarding the large, pink, lukewarm douchebag shown above, I’m also thinking that someone must be giving these little boys advice on how to make their faces as punchable as possible, for a better shot at “martyrdom.” That’s the only plausible explanation I can work out for what’s going on in that photo.

Toxic foam! That is awesome.

Actually, please don’t worry much about my opinion. I’m a cynical old bastard, especially when it comes to contemporary music. I probably shouldn’t even be hanging around here.

This right here.  Stop pissing on your hands and VOTE, god damn it.

I chuckle to think about all those Harley-straddling Trump-fluffers out there who are now faced with a perplexing moral choice between their two favorite big stupid noisemakers.

She’ll always need a booster seat, though. :o)

Bolt-on fender flares are an abomination, and I’ve never seen a more tragic example. That car was perfectly gorgeous, and now it looks like a cheap kid’s toy.

As long as all you nasty motherfuckers remember to VOTE, I don’t care who or what you piss on.