The more I stare at this, the less I think it was a happy accident. Which just makes it an unfortunate decision.

I can abide smoking and drinking, but mesh shirts just get me all fired up and angry!

There is just nothing about this guy I like. Not even his nicely wrapped package.

Genetics can be a harsh mistress. Genetics can also create creepy misters.

I’m not sure reenacting your “greatest trip” as a costume is the best way to pick up the ladies…

Remember folks, this was a conscious choice…that is all.

When the nukes drop and the world ends biker gang’s and mutants will roam the wasted world in search of…spiked cod pieces and chains, apparently.

I want to see these guy wrangle cattle. running after wild animals in their big floppy boots…someone make this a reality TV show.

Why is it that covering yourself in breakfast goods can be considered a fashion statement, but every time I just pour beer all over myself someone has to take me home?

I know something is actually going on here…she wrote a book or something…but boy oh boy, does she make corndog eating FANCY!