swag

Look at that poise, that grace, that "Deal With It" attitude that can only be described in a single adjective: SWAG.

What better way to SWAG into your home than on a floating sky bridge in a serene forest?

Oh sorry, did I say "home"? I mean SECRET VOLCANO SUPER-VILLAIN LAIR. BECAUSE THAT'S THE KIND OF SWAG YOU HAVE IF YOU HAVE A FLOATING SKY BRIDGE.

This is the kind of SWAG that says "I will never sleep the same way again."

Alternatively: "Totally Expensive Pointless Car Mod SWAG".

Look at that! Ice cold, confident, cool. That's the kind of SWAG that will win you the game off of a pair on the flop.

"Totally impractical"? Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of being James Bond.

Let's have some real talk here: This isn't just a WIN, this is a flat-out SWAG. Look at that posture, that care-free attitude. It's not just a dude chilling in his pool like a WINner, he has the full-on demeanor of one that possesses the mysterious quality known only as SWAG.

Revel, revel in the SWAG.

Not that you have a choice, because we're going to be SWAG.failblog.org for the rest of the day.

Some things have so much SWAG, so much raw and virulent SWAG-itude, that their blatant Photoshop manipulations mean nothing. The SWAG beyond reality, if you will.