I'm thinking that if you must wear the Ed Hardy over a Sears-pauper, shine fabric button-down, then you've missed the entire essence of the Ed Hardy shirt. As ridiculous as it is, there is a code, or so the collection of jack-holes I've seen have confirmed. So this obvious infraction should incur some sort of fine perhaps smelling like a wet emu, developing a virulent strain of asshole wipe-hand, or causing spontaneous revulsion and collective dry heaving at the sight of you in your, "I'm a fad and a chump." shirt. #trendwatch
As atonement for the near-sins of the luxury armored car industry, I would like to offer up the Ed Hardons and Ed Hardon Pretenders of the world, to be lovingly and terminally impaled upon the soft, soft leather of whalecock. Accept our apology, Sea Brothers, and continue to bear the weight of the earth, or something. #trendwatch
There are two things that perplex me beyond belief. The first is how to create an alternative view of the universe based on a fluid hyperdimensional aether. The second, and perhaps more perplexing thing is why in the fuck would anyone where Ed Hardy anything?! Ever!? #trendwatch
Without confirmation from Ed Hardy shirts, they'll only be able to identify assholes by their ornate jeans, overly precise facial hair, arms-only dance techniques, shoes with curled-up toes, rhinestones, braying donkey laughs, bandana headbands, extensive yellow gold jewelry, smirks...
Actually, never mind. The women of America will still be okay. #trendwatch
Fame these days seems to boil down to unlimited riches and lavish homes and all-access passes to everyone and everything, with one caveat: you will be tailed by the world's biggest douchebags at all times.
Mel can go on drinking and fighting and clubbing and screwing around with women until he's on his deathbed. Then all he has to do is call for a priest, say he's really sorry and, poof! The gates of heaven will open for him anyway! This is the secret reason many of us remain Catholic.
11/13/09
I'm thinking that if you must wear the Ed Hardy over a Sears-pauper, shine fabric button-down, then you've missed the entire essence of the Ed Hardy shirt. As ridiculous as it is, there is a code, or so the collection of jack-holes I've seen have confirmed. So this obvious infraction should incur some sort of fine perhaps smelling like a wet emu, developing a virulent strain of asshole wipe-hand, or causing spontaneous revulsion and collective dry heaving at the sight of you in your, "I'm a fad and a chump." shirt. #trendwatch
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when I rubbed it, it turned into a suitcase. #trendwatch
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Without confirmation from Ed Hardy shirts, they'll only be able to identify assholes by their ornate jeans, overly precise facial hair, arms-only dance techniques, shoes with curled-up toes, rhinestones, braying donkey laughs, bandana headbands, extensive yellow gold jewelry, smirks...
Actually, never mind. The women of America will still be okay. #trendwatch
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Seems fair to me.
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Wait, was Mel in that movie? Because apparently he lives in Thunderdome, all the time.
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