I don't care for the hottie, frankly. Something about her screams 'Marcia, Marcia Marcia!!'

But that is a Shirley Temple the fucker's holding, sure enough. The drink, I mean.
 

Someone should tell Paul from the wonder years that you don't need shades when its night.
 

"Dude! Where's my trucker hat!?"

Don Jaun de la Douche
 

"Tonight at Symphony Hall, we are pleased to introduce Tommy, the idiot-savant blind concert pianist and his over-excited chubby social worker Tina. Tommy will take the lead in Grieg's Piano Concerto #1 in A-minor. Afterwards he will be rewarded with a nice glass of red Kool-Aid and SMOOCHIESSMOOCHIESSMOOCHIES Oh good JOB TOMMY!"
 

C'mon. This dude is a gaybag. My guess is he has newly exited the closet and is trying to be flamboyant, in a misguided, bag-like way. He may also be a mildly retarted concert pianist, as suggested.

Art of the Douche.
 

Oh, shit, that is a guy? I thought this was lesbian couple. The dyke on the left with the big glasses, I assumed was recovering from a devastating illness. It appears she's had a double mastectomy. Man, I was thinking what a poignant portrayal of a same sex couple, in love, bravely reentering their social circle. Then I remembered which fucking site this is: maybe it's the z-bar and rice milk fucking with my eyesight.

Ol' BvD is gonna go find his figurative bifocals before commenting on anything else here today. Jesus Christ, I'm fucking tired all of a sudden. Maybe I'll just go back to the couch where the Baroness banished me to earlier this a.m.

Have a great morning, fellow 'bag slayers. May your hangovers be gone by noon (EDT).
 

fookin' 'ell...it's liam gallagher!!!!

i think that guy tried to sell me a used toyota last week. i think his girl came in first in the fran drescher look-alike contest i was judging the same day, ironically enough.

mmmmmmm....the nannny.
 

Those are Prada shades. I know that because I spent $250 on them for my narcissistic ex-girlfriend. Incidentally, I woke-up in North Philly this morning with a young lady that looks a lot like this freckled kimono.
She told me that in Italy they say "the table, like the bedroom, needs no instructions." Here Stateside, we say "a man dressed as a woman needs no more crystal light."