Some of you may remember my blog post on Monday about environmentalists, and why I don't necessarily âhateâ them, but I may âharbor a feeling of extreme enmity, revulsion, or hatredâ towards them. Well, in exhaustively researching that deeply factually flawed piece of info-journalism, I had the unexpected pleasure of being confronted with a series of (mostly) gorgeous naked women while image searching for bullshit pictures to keep you interested during my long, rambling tirade. And here they are:
A Dog, Who is also President of PETA: You guys, people totally hate us for our extremism. What should we do? Blow up something? 6th Degree Vegan: I have an even better idea. Naked ladies. 3rd Degree Vegan: What about them? 6th Degree Vegan: Put them everywhere. All our ads. Connect them to our cause, no matter how tenuously. A Dog: But that has nothing to do with our beliefs or values. 6th Degree Vegan: Yeah but sex sells. 3rd Degree Vegan: Really? 6th Degree Vegan: I'm pretty sure. I read it on the back of a business book while I was in line at Kinko's. A Dog: You went to Kinko's?! Don't you know their glue base is made from the eye jelly of the endangered Moroccan Root Beetle?! 6th Degree Vegan: Oh No! The 6th Degree Vegan kills himself in the traditional PETA method, by standing up too fast and collapsing from exhaustion. The others, loathe to let any part of an animal go to waste, construct a crude bicycle out of the corpse and ride it to a falafel bar.So don't masturbate too hard, fellas (
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.
Most rich kids just want to be pop stars.