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“Jennifer Aniston has been preparing for this moment since she was in Leprechaun.”
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Gloganvlog Anti-Style : EEEEEK! Hobo Chic
I have to be honest, there have only been a few homeless guys over the years that I have thought about doing sexuals with. They were all young and attractive, and the fact that they were probably desperate enough to do anything for money made it that much hotter. But regarding the photo inserted above: I don’t really like the direction in which this is heading. On the right, William H Macy plays Frank Gallagher in Shameless on Showtime wherein he is basically a deadbeat dad serious alcoholic with like 30 kids who runs around town borrowing money and getting into mischief. On the left, we have Brad Pitt who is one of Hollywoods most sought after dicks, a serious pothead with like 30 kids who runs around town making lesser men feel bad about themselves and women’s vaginas so moist that you could drown a toddler in their granny panties.
The problem here is that I am not seeing one hell of a difference. Hobo chic is not attractive, and unlike skinny jeans, it will never grow on me. Mary Kate Olsen can pull it off because nobody wants to see her skeletal ass wearing a camisole and smart leggings because it would look like a chain-smoking, coffee drinking Jiminy Cricket with a tape-worm. I realize they have been doing the whole hobo-chic thing in Williamsburg for the longest time, but that is why nobody wants to go to Brooklyn. Because it smells like hobo ass.
This hobo-chic trend that Brad Pitt is perpetuating needs to stop before we all end up living in refrigerator boxes and jerking off into stolen Starbucks cups in the public bathrooms.
Just ask yourself one question: Are you happy with your life? We spend all our time trying to go somewhere but never really think about where we are trying to end up. We constantly tell ourselves that one day we will get there, but mostly just end up falling asleep at our computer monitor in the middle of the day, stabbing ourselves in the leg with bic pens to get past the 3 pm slump, drinking ourselves into a stupor at 5 pm, and then trying vainly to get laid by sexting every decently attractive person in our phone just so we can feel something. Oh, all of the above + an ugly cocaine addiction.
We waste some of our best years trying to go somewhere. Then eventually we realize that “somewhere” sucks balls too. So drink up motherfuckers, and stop stressing about your life. I promise you that life isn’t losing any sleep over you.
