Category Archives: Cross Dressing

Can White Guy Dreads PLEASE Be Over?

Do people still do this? I mean, they don’t even really look good on black guys- I’m just not man enough to tell them that. In fact, I won’t listen to any band that has a white member with dreads (especially if he “plays” the turntables), no matter how good they are. It’s a matter of principle. I hate hippies, and metal hippies are the worst. Take your peace and love and your lice and take a fucking shower, Pig-Pen.

No White Guy Dreads

This is one of the first pics to come up when you image search “white guy dreads.” Too bad the guy in the drawing looks like K-Solo with vitiligo. I appreciate the sentiment, but EPIC FAIL.

Pig Dreads

Any chick desperate enough to sleep with this scum-bag, who henceforth will be referred to as “tarantula head,” should be burned, along with the sheets and the bed and the house said copulation took place in.

Lady Dude Dreads

The 90′s are over, dude. Time to shave those hair-turds.

Jon Favereu Dreads

Sorry, Jon Favereu. I know you love Counting Crows, but just because you tricked people into paying to see Elf doesn’t mean you can pull off the impossible.

Cute Girl Dreads

This underage chick would be totally cute if she cut her hair like Natalie Portman in V For Vendetta.

Ryan O’Neal As Lovable Irish Granny, Barry Lyndon: Androgyny In The 18th Century – A Review

Not so lovable as to prevent stepson Macaulay Culkin from demanding satisfaction for all the whippings he sustained as a child. It would be the ensuing duel that would result in the eventual loss of poor Granny O’Neal’s leg. For shame, little Macaulay! Even after you ineptly fire your pistol into the ground whilst cocking the hammer and Granny O’Neal lovingly does the same to spare your life, you still claim satisfaction has not been met.

Despite the fact she married your mother, the Lady Lyndon, out of a desire for wealth and nobility, she was a good father. Sure, she squandered your family’s fortune and subjected you to humiliating beatings, but what was an old lady to do? You were a whelp and an upstart. No one is denying she favored her own son by your mother, Bryan Patrick, who by all accounts was a spoiled, flaxen haired dandy fop. That is not to be disputed. But couldn’t you have at least tried to make it work? For your mother’s sake?

Stanley Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon is the story of a young man in love with his cousin who goes on to become a sweet Irish grandmother by way of gambling raconteur. She eventually marries her way into nobility and becomes involved in a sadomasochistic relationship with stepson Macaulay Culkin. The end. Four Netflix Stars.

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