Hansen wrote:I work with a bunch of those douche bags. The beards, hair buns, skinny jeans that pack in your balls to the point where you tuck them in. . . . their rugged boots. Those clowns are worried about craft beers and craft burgers. Who knows maybe FF is right. I wouldn't hold out hope for them.
Nothing gayer than a man-bun.
A decade ago I thought a great emerging type of business to invest in would be laser tattoo removal. I figured all the morons getting all tatted-up would eventually look in the mirror, realize how absolutely pathetic they were to ink anything that had even the slightest meaning to them on their bodies in an effort to project they were some deep and intrinsic person instead of the shallow, insecure, douche bag they inherently are.....and be man enough to realize how comically ridiculous they looked....and proactively do something to change how foolish their appearance was.
Boy was I way off on that notion.
I just really wish that women wouldn't progressively gotten more and more infatuated with tattoos. Especially on their tits. It's disgusting.
Skinny Jean's = WTF
As in.....
WHAT.......THE......FUKC!?!?!!?
I tried on a pair at the request of a chick I was dating in a store at MOA, which she loved...laughed her ass off as I came out of the dressing room.....
.....but holy shit were they uncomfortable.
I have no idea how anyone in their right mind could wear a pair of them for even a single day.
I don't know how a lot of these guys have kids. When I sat down to put on my shoes before walking out of the dressing room, the crotch inseam split my balls, pushed them up against each side of the seam like I had a giant set of labia.
[Red-blooded Male to his hipster coworker]
"How's it hanging?"
"It's not....it's pressed up against my lower abdomen after pulling up my skinny jeans."