Just look at them snap. Look at that painful, stilted movement. There's something strange going on behind those '80s eyes. It's almost as if they're thinking "look at us, we will never not be cool." Oh man were they wrong.
Just look at them snap. Look at that painful, stilted movement. There's something strange going on behind those '80s eyes. It's almost as if they're thinking "look at us, we will never not be cool." Oh man were they wrong.
Say what you will, I've always admired the practices of the denim hunters of the Eastern Village. They make use of every single part of a pair of pants after they've hunted them down and killed them for sustenance. It's good for the environment and less wasteful!
Just remember, every time you think to yourself "Man, the '90s were SO MUCH BETTER than times today," one of these little punks puts another quarter in the Billy Ray Cyrus jukebox and continues the cycle of misery. Remember that.
Don't laugh, her kid made that dress for her at summer camp.
There's another pair of boots that comes pre-torn with patches on them that costs twice as much.
Well hey, if people are going to look at your rear-end all day, you may as well get some soulless cats to stare back, right?