Bloom 'Bag and the Striped Raven
This pic doesn’t just make me angry. It makes me a nihilist. I no longer believe in anything. I want to kidnap Bunny Lebowski with Carl Hungus. Orlando Bloom’Bag saps my spirit and crushes my soul. He is all that is stubbly wrong with douchebaggery. His uber-luscious stripey haired hottie just cinches the Godless universe we inhabit.
I have two choices. I can explore my new found nihilist crisis by flying to Bangladesh and torturing orphans. Or I can have a bowl of Lucky Charms.
Hmm. Torturing orphans would force me to confront the darkest parts of my soul. But Lucky Charms are magically delicious.
It is a tough choice.