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Man, I totally wish my parents were this cool. Spending my 10-year-old days gelling up my mohawk and running around in chaps… it would’ve been good times.
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Submitted by: Countingblucarz
Sometimes you need to fit in, and fitting in requires flaming chaps, all you have in your shirt pocket are 3 sharpies.

Submitted by: Unknown
Well, it looks like Buzz Lightyear is the one who’s woo—oh I just can’t do it.

Submitted by: mrQ
These pants serve one function and one function only: to distract everyone else in the hotel lobby from the fact that you’re not wearing a shirt.

Submitted by: dunno source via Submission Page
What? I’ve got shoes. And last time I checked, this white thing was called a shirt. Now give me my damn Big Mac.

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Let’s see, what should I wear to the mall today? Maybe just flip-flops and a sundress so it’ll be easy to try things on? Or perhaps I’ll dress up a little in case I run into anyone I know. No wait, I KNOW: conservative white sweater and assless jeans over a thong! Perf.
Submitted by: dunno source via Submission Page
The dangers of being a motorcycle enthusiast. Prolonged riding can erode the crotch of your pants completely off. At least I HOPE that’s the explanation for this tomfoolery. Because this is NOT an acceptable form of DIY slutbaggery. Acid Crotch here should take a lesson from this woman:

Submitted by: dunno source via Submission Page
She probably teaches a course called “DIY Slutbaggery” down at her local community center.

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I don’t see any reason why the NYPD shouldn’t recruit from the leather community. I mean, they tend to be in shape and are presumably familiar with restraints and motorcycles. And really, who WOULDN’T enjoy seeing more of our boys in blue convert their uniform slacks into DIY chaps?
I vote Hell Yes.

Submitted by: Skwurl via Submission Page
Uh oh. Looks like someone left the gate open at Tom Cruise’s ranch and the livestock are running amok. Hand me a glitter-dipped carrot and maybe we can lure them back to the stables.