Thursday, October 3, 2013
Che Douchevara
One of the central components of ‘Bag Culture is the cooption of the authentic in service of the market economy.
Postmodern images shorn of the originary context and employed in service of ironic bottle-service distancing leads only to primordial cries of “Woo!” that reject the very premise of language as a tool of liberation.
And so we see Che.
Revolutionary Che.
In the dance club.
And so it goes in the neo-neo-Marxian dance floor circus. Po-tee-weet.
Sherri Largeman having an absolute BLAST with the new frog lens feature on her phone’s camera app.
Che? I thought he was showing us his Cornelius Shrinky-Dink.
I loved that movie. And Patrick Roy’s coaching debut.
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Is that a twirly on the back of his head or a sprinkler on the ceiling?
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Sherri Largeman chews Copenhagen and drinks for free in the neighborhood pool hall
Sherri Largeman sprinkles her menstrual juices in Che’s Goose and Coke when he leaves the table
Sherri Largeman is a four-input gal due to an unusual appendectomy scar rendering her naval into a six inch cavern
Sherri Largeman has never had her ass cupped by Che but she let him watch her use her breast milk pump
Brunette Sally really needs to be rescued from Che(ap)’s almost-grasp.
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I volunteer myself for the job.
Afro? Oh no you dinnint!
Rhy is his name pronounced “Wah”?
That’s a bad wig on Brunette Sally