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.

…and breathing on your neck, fuckin up your stroke.