DIESEL Dirty Jobs Denim
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They’re supposed to be selling clothes. That’s the bottom line of every fashion show, high gloss magazine ad, and website photo ever created. Because in the end if they don’t move product, the business will fail. Which leads a lot of us to ask when seeing some of the photos the fashion & retail community produces: Who are they selling to anyway? Once a week you’ll find another head scratching nightmare fuel photo here, awaiting your caption. Feel free to leave your submission in the comments section below.
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Biggest. Forehead Zit. Ever.
I took that chocolate pudding balloon like a man
This is how to treat men wearing light denim jeans!
i guess that just because i dress like a lumberjack doesn’t mean i know how to use an axe. sorry fred.
I can’t believe I fell all the way in to Lindsey Lohan’s vagina……..
For those men who cant hold it all in, try our new line of explosive jeans, brain splatter.
In retrospect Carrie White’s naive, younger Cousin, Chuck, should have known better than to accept the title of Prom King.
“Oh Mars, god of war, hear my prayer…”
There can be only one highlander!!
There can be only one highlander!!
Ha! “I have inside me blood of kings.” And apparently outside of him too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnJt9p-sHho&feature=related
“Great, I found the oil well. Now if I strike a match, I can become the Human Torch.”
Mom my told that it was normal for me to have orgasms that look like this.
PETA just started their new anti-human campaign.
Borat questioned his mastery of American culture when he encountered “Vanilla-Chocolate face.”
Obviously it was his time of the month.
I’m too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts..
After a promotion in the Diesel store featuring a live The Smiths vs. The Cure DJ set, he took a fairly liberal interpretation “Self-Edge”
huh, so that is how a puppy works…
How dare you jeans?! Nobody makes me bleed my own blood!!
9 out of 10 slaughterhouse employees wear Diesel jeans to work.
This was going to be the best Valentine’s Day Night ever, until I said the wrong name. Why did I have to say Julia?! I could have just said “babe.”
Soooooooooooookieeeee!!!!
Maxim’s advice column said it would feel better if I lubricated the head first, but I ain’t feeling it.
The new “edgy” relaunch of “Double Dare” was both aided and hindered by being sponsored by Hershey’s Syrup.
Diesel Jeans, bloody messy.
Finally, Ron Jeremy knew how it felt to be on the receiving end.
Mortal Combat!
Sadly, another male model is shot by a photographer.
BRRRAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNSSSSS
BRRRAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNSSSSS
I told the barber to take a LITTLE off the top!
The people at P.E.T.D. (People for the Ethical Treatment of Dessert) just don’t guess understand why throwing chocolate at people instead of red paint don’t work like it does for P.E.T.A.
Next time I’ll check if its that time of the month, before I go down on her again.
No longer are there bloodbaths, only bloodshowers
Carrie on my wayward son.