Archive for the ‘Chippendales’ Category
It seems the world maps get more insulting as we go along, and generally I would applaud that. However, you just know the little vermin that made this graphic probably doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground and relied instead on the cheap overused haha of the “Americans are sooo dumb” routine.
Yawn. This map reeks of Tumblr. Meaning, some emotionally retarded “my daddy doesn’t love me” loser, who’s sitting in perpetual dark, biting his black nailpolished fingers, using any tired joke he can remember just to make himself feel superior.
When is that damn revolution gonna get here?
It’s hard to believe that the Chippendale dancers have been around for 30 years. I remember the phenomenon well. I remember the first time someone told me about the Chippendale’s and I said, “I love Chip & Dale, those chipmunk’s can really sing!”
The Chippendale’s made popular the fashion of wearing a little bow tie and no shirt. That has served The Mayor quite well over the years, as I hate conforming to societies *norms* all the time, and enjoying relaxing in my favourite upscale restaurant in nothing but leather pants and a small Windsor knotted neck accessory.
There was a time when only poor people wore ripped and torn clothes. Now it’s a fashion statement. It seems fashion is for the lazy. “Hey look, I spilled ketchup on my old, scraggly shirt — better get me to the catwalk!”
You know, if you wear boots and don’t put on socks, eventually your feet will smell and your boots will stink and the chances of you contracting foot molds will have risen by over 80%. Think of that ladies, the next time you’re making sweet love to a semi-naked Chippendale cowboy.
As I mentioned earlier, the Chippendale dancers had a 30th reunion not too long ago, and as you’ll see after the jump, not a bloody thing has changed with these guys, they’re still the studly Adonises’ they were way back when.