Rare is the time we throw up a Letterman clip, but you gotta hand it to the guy: he knows how to time a zing.
Two things here: 1. Very catchy tune. 2. Need to purchase a Bowie wig for parties and general amusement.
Either you have the coolest dad ever, or you guys have been living together too long. Could go either way, really.
Wait, one minute I’m in your condo’s common area and all of a sudden I’m in Milan! How?
In all honesty, this would fetch upwards of $400 in any high-end NYC thrift shop. And for good reason. Side note: who knew that in the 90′s, Taiwanese factory workers were considered “craftsmen”?
Sit right down and hear a tale, a tale about a wealthy chicken magnate who holed up in a stranger’s basement, loaned his couture clothing to children, and ate at White Castles.
Late night talk shows are on a roll these days. Here’s Kimmel counting the “amazing”s uttered at the Oscars on Sunday. Side note: What a surprising career trajectory for Kelly Osbourne. 10 years ago, did anyone see “runway diva” in the cards? I’d have bet the house on “Hot Topic spokeswoman turned informercial shill.”
Imagine what the undercarriage of this smells like after a few wearings. I bet you could extract information from even the toughest militant with just a scrap of its moist butt-wool.
I must have it.
via I Heart Chaos
Okay, this is nuts. My friend Juan and I saw this guy over by 42nd street last night and were both like, “Damn! That’s nasty! Respect.” Thanks fashion week!!