Picture Pages, Picture Pages ...



When asked what she did for a living, Shady Sadie gave up the international Braille sign for carpet cleaning. (image via thecobrasnake)



The party was, like, totally super-retro. Pre-Emancipation Proclamation retro, that is. (image via thecobrasnake)



Byron had disadvantages. He didn't live in the right zip code. He wore unremarkable watches. He dressed like an Israeli pimp. Finally, his sour countenance suggested evenings imbibing unrecommended dosages of Ex-Lax (Averted Gaze). But when the DJ played Kajagoogoo (A considerable pause) ... Byron ruled the night. (image via thecobrasnake)



Filthy ... dirty ... skanky, hip-swiveling -- Does (A slow, lascivious whistle) anyone know if this lady is seeing someone? (image via thecobrasnake)



The zeal with which the hipsters went after the viscous ... creamy frosting, suggests, alarmingly (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment), that these "party people" were not entirely unfamiliar with the judicious application of a little "collective suction". (image via thecobrasnake)



All is tension and chaos. Hectic. New Orleans may be under water, a Supreme Court Justice may have died, and the gas prices could be through the roof by tomorrow; but (pointing slowly, admiringly) that man's hair -- mirabile dictu -- that man's hair will remain "relaxed" through it all. God bless the lye on this guy. (image via thecobrasnake)