Ocean CityBy Hyperion |
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During the summer of 2009, I found myself in Ocean City, Maryland. The following t-shirt photos represent the local humanity more than words ever could. Truly, the five seconds it takes you to press a button is the height of reverse racism. "I will not, however, need my dignity." I wonder how one fixes a broken marriage with duct tape. Legally. Nothing counters the trend of pointless ostentation in automobiles like a monster truck. When did the self-image of rednecks become indistinguishable from elitist parodies of them? Their affinity for irony may exceed hipsters at this rate. Why? I dont think a pedophile has had so many mourners since the Roman emperors. After having your intelligence insulted by a t-shirt displaying the flag of South Carolina, your day can only go downhill. It may be my primary outlet, but sometimes I truly hate the internet. The marketing here is amazing; you'd have to be high to find this funny. James's finger adequately summarizes my opinion. Tautology for dummies. This is a bona-fide goldmine. -"Nike: Just do me." -The uniform for the tenth annual harlot awards. -"Hey Mom, look what I found during spring break." -The Violet Lantern oath. -Is it just me, or is "pet me" very out of place? 3/23/2010 |
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