Well that does it. I’m convinced.
Taste has officially gone out the fucking window. Pimpfants makes Baby Gap great in comparison. The worst part: some fucker is actually buying this shit for their kids.
I’m no parent (thank fuck) but I question any clothing line that derives it’s name from the career of managing a stable of prostitutes. But then again it’s just the way the English language goes when new meanings are tacked onto existing words. Remember when “bad” meant, well “bad” and “nasty” meant “Janet Jackson”. Maybe I’m just getting cantankerous in my old age.
Yet another fun game on Homestar Runner. It’s Dungeonman. Behold Thy Graphics!
It’s only fitting that someone posted the entire game of Dragon’s Lair online after I spent quarter after quarter in the eighties trying to beat the fucking thing. Bear in mind that this really is only of interest to a particular demographic of early-thirties men who grew up playing games like Rampage and Gauntlet and are currently sitting at home in their indoor clothes (gonch and t-shirt) writing blog posts like this one. Not to be nostalgic but those were the days.
We’ve all been there at least one point in our lives. Some more often than others.
It’s amazing what you find when you go digging through old boxes as you pack to move. That’s a photo of me as a baby happy because I’m eating chocolate ice cream. I still have that same reaction to this day.