I must have missed that episode. Tell me, dear reader, would Carrie Bradshaw and Neo not have the dumbest, most perfectly styled baby of all time? Also, if that ain’t Laurence Fishburne, who the fuck is it? I recognize the White Rabbit.
Stolen from Cat’s blog.
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You want Zen?
You can’t handle Zen, motherfucker.
Whatever you call them, you are wrong.
Whatever they call you, they are wrong.
Now, dear one, tell me: where do you call to? And to whom?
The true call is silent and there is no misunderstanding it
once your ears are tuned to hear it.
channeling the late, lamented and demented Robert Anton Wilson
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Ten bucks? How is this not sold out yet? Why, it’s almost as clever as Darth Tater!
He’s modeled more on the 80’s cartoon Optimus than the version we’ll see in theaters soon — and yes, we’re going, even if Michael Bay is a no-talent clown — and he even comes with a mini semi-truck, just in case you forgot what he looks like when he’s not, you know, a potato.
From Uncrate, via the unexpectedly rich vein of commenter gold on Defamer.
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We’re coming out of the closet and there’s nothing you can do to stop us.
Yes, overall-wearers of the world, stand proudly, shoulder to denim-suspender-clad shoulder and tell the world, “You made us look at your bloody Crocs, for god’s sake, so suck it!”
Vote and support the movement on Daddy Likey (via the Manolo). First we take back the overalls, then we emancipate the backpacks (but definitely not together, nor with cardigans or jackets; do you have any idea how long it would take you to pee in that rig?)!
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