Now, what does that blue collar remind me of?
I have no idea why a pig named Jimmy-John would be wearing a dress, but I can only assume that this is an ultra-progressive farm were the overseers accept their livestock for what they are.
SAD PATTERNS PRESENTS:
This post originally appeared on May 26, 2011
I have a few questions about this image: Why is Vincent Price dressed up as a rabbit who works at Wendy’s? Why is Rosanne Barr’s mini-me so happy? Where is the little boy’s left hand? Where are the parents? What flavor are the cupcakes?
The world may never know…
I see that three of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are doing well in their studies.
Famine was caught spreading blight over the tuna casserole in the cafeteria and was in detention when this picture was taken.
Don’t get me wrong, I really do respect Perry Ellis for defining the look of American Sportswear in the 80′s, but bishop sleeves, even short ones, are dicey proposals at best. Add in a tuxedo bib and slouchy turtle neck and you get an outfit that looks like it’s casual day in a Renaissance court.
Honey, when a puppet talks, there had better be a hand up its rear; otherwise, that thing is possessed and people won’t stop to listen, they’ll be running for the door.
This outfit is the jumpsuit equivalent of sweat pants.
If you’re walking out of the house in this look, you’re pretty much giving up on what you look like and are headed to the store to get more cans of frosting to eat for dinner.