So you’re probably wondering where you just landed. I’m sure some friend of yours with no life found this site late last night and sent you the link, right between watching Battlestar Galactica and warming up the leftover meatloaf his mom cooked last week. There’s also the chance you just heard about us and paid a curious visit. Or, you liked the idea enough you decided to check back in. We’ll call you a patron. That’s super, we love return visitors.
WhoTheHellIsThatGuy.com is just what it sounds like, inspired by the infamous HotChicksWithDouchebags.com, we realized there are just so many shots of Douches, Drifters and Dudes that just aren’t right, that they need a similar place to be displayed in all their hilarious and exploited glory.
Kick your shoes off and stay a while,
-Thatguy
Toung Slap
Sometimes, when the stars align on occasions like this, it’s best to wing-it, let your pink shirt take over, and hope the appletinis do the real work. Obviously this young pup gave up a while ago on the 6 for 1 special.
Pearly Whites
Our boy, pearly whites, back there couldn’t resist to promote the concern of the DTV transition by flashing dual rabbit ears on the hotties in question. I’m not going to lie, like most I’ve given into temptation to spark the .5 seconds of fame on the sold-out “hah, i put bunny ears on you” move. But the grin, makes this all the better. He’s beyond grinning like a fool, he’s grinning like a rockstar.
Corner Seat
Really though.. is it really necessary to show what it looks like for someone to sit on this fuckin thing? Like if homeboy weren’t in the shot, we’d have no idea what this lovely corner seat were all about. Thanks for the help dude.
Leather
These are most definitely my favorite kind of that guy photos. The ones where that guy is intentionally ruining a photo for someone who reaaaaaaaaally wanted that photo to be a keeper. I love the concept… like homeboy in the Korn hat is gonna go home and be like “bro.. email me that pic with that hot chick. she so wanted to hook up with me bro. i looked good in my leather jacket. im gonna post that shit on myspace. i so could have hooked up with her. send me that pic bro. im gonna post it on myspace. bro.” And when he gets it, he’s gonna be like “WHAT THE FUCK BRO?! WHO’S THAT DOUCH BAG? WHAT A FUCKIN FAG. I’M SO MUCH COOLER THAN THAT GUY BRO! LOOK AT MY JACKET!” And then his friend is gonna be like “Dude.. leather isn’t THAT cool.” and then he’s gonna be like “Yeah? well YOU’RE not that cool. fuck you bro! Buy your own ticket to Korn next time.” and his friend will be like “I don’t even like Korn anymore. They were good on their first album. and second. and third. but they lost it after that.” and then leather dude will be like “you and i both know that the last Korn album was phenomenal. Grow up Peter Pan. Count Chocula”. (shit i just started quoting Wedding Crashers in the middle of this thing)…
So I guess what I’m trying to say is I love surprises. The kind that ruin your photo/day/myspace.
Kudos to that guy.
Excitement
Seriously.. this guy is fuckin excited. See… this is a prime example of why, whenever I know there is a camera in the room, I’m always on watch for it. Cause they catch you pulling a silly face like this* and slap it all over the internet. This guy could hate life, but he was way excited about the champagne. Ps… if you’re gonna tuck your shirt in.. tuck it in.
*(this photo is way better fullsize.)
Nothing Like good ol’ JHC watching over your shoulder at the 9 to 5 while you’re tryin’ to browse pronz…
- Jesus Pronz
…and breathing on your neck, fuckin up your stroke.
- Jesus Golf
Long Neck McGee
Longneck here is your posterchild drifter. He strides through the club with finess and targets the drunkest of drunken ladies as easy prey to remain in their Super Walmart prints for all time. By the looks of things we’re definitely out of jersey and somewhere closer to an afterhours hoedown.
No matter where the drifter may land, we only ask he step in to save the loss of a perfectly good brew the next time he floats by. It’s a sad shame to see a drunken pour of Wisconsin’s finest all-over the barn floor. Keep drifting longneck, keep drifting.
Mr. Painfull
What better way to start the site off right than with it’s first inspired collection piece. And by piece, I mean junk. And by junk, I mean look closer at the pants on our friend Mr. Painfull. I’d like to believe it was cold, he was on a budget for cheaper trousers, and he’s feeling a bit more rockstar sexy than normal due to the tighness of the crochalar region, but alas, I’m quite sure it was intended. The uber-sweet matching sandals and tiny-tight-tee shirt tell the tale all too well.
Please, someone, find this man a full length mirror for the sake of straight men everywhere.
