Bar none. From TMZ.
Victoria Beckham blah blah shopping blah L.A. blah blah Friday. Blah blah!
…Posh, 33, blah blah Kitson — blah blah purple dress blah, Spice blah blah photogs blah blah blah blah!
Paparazzi crush blah blah Robertson Blvd., blah blah emaciated blah blah blonde bob blah blah blah. Blah!
Sheer Genius! Also: 33? O rly??? See the site for the several PAGES of comments this post generated!
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You tell me. Presenting Pat and Mick, of whom I have never heard, performing their apparent non-hit I Haven’t Stopped Dancing Yet. Note omnipresent ambiguous, yet powerful, sexuality, along with the presence of two Robert Palmer dancers, a great number of apparently gay boys with great asses and pleated pants, and perhaps the most heinous unironic mullet I’ve ever seen. As one of the commenters said, “Looks like an Afghan Hound trying to have sex with a Geography Teacher.”
The only real competition for this title that I can see is this classic. We are strong, dammit, and we have fabulous accessories!
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Yes, the poor boy is in need of help. I don’t think the buzz cut he eventually went with was the very best choice for him, but it beats this: the next step would be tying those bangs up with some ribbon in a little pouf. Not the look you’re going for, buddy.
and here’s a little soundtrack I found from Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Nine Inch Nails by Alex Gibson
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Not since Will Ferrell‘s heartbreaking portrait of a soused, abusive toddler landlord have we seen so wrenching a portrait of innocence lost. When the Dad has to bring up Nancy Reagan, you know it’s a desperate situation.
Just.
Say.
No.
To.
Emo.
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raincoaster 