yeah, look out for that poor part of town

Bleaahhuuuuggghhggghh, this guy is such an insufferable tool. The hook!

Someone should tell those 1,000,000 moms that (somewhere in the neighborhood of) 100,000 of their kids are gay.

It's a mighty good slogan, especially considering the multitude of ways that the anachronistic throwback Mittbot harkens back to the dark ages on all fronts. Also, I might add, “Forward” has been the state motto of (my home state of) Wisconsin since 1851. Forward!

Ahem, yes, well. I'm sorry, but this post is entirely misleading. A lot of these animals are in the back seat of the depicted vehicle, and their supposed predilection for “riding shotgun,” as it were, is not in evidence. Explanations are warranted!

Michael Bolton is so unbelievably grody.

Sort of reminds me of Deborah Butterfield's horses, only not as cool. I mean, these are cool and stuff, but I feel as though Butterfield rather set the horse sculpture standard (and it's darn high).

From the headline, I had thought that the angle of this post would be something along the lines of, “how to survive dealing/interacting with and/or having to be in the general vicinity of NYC hipsters.” Sadly, I was mistaken.

Gross.

24 = fetus