I take it back – Halle Berry is still relevant.

Because the Louisiana House of Representatives said so.

Check out all the toe-tapping and head nodding by the LA staffers.

*Sigh* Fucking black people, man.

Oreos X Supreme! [WTF Collabs]

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been seeing a lot of … um … interesting collaborations as of late. The kind of stuff that makes you stratch you head like, really? You guys really worked together? Huh.

Don’t believe me? Check out some things that make you go hmmmm for yourself.

‘G’ x Leroy Jenkins X Estate LA

 I just don’t get it. I really don’t. I mean Murs, Lil’ Wayne and the Jabbawockees have all been featured in commercials for the sport drink of choice, and now accessories? I’m not buying it. Or buying it.

7-Eleven X Bearbrick

Now don’t get me wrong, I love 7-Eleven. Maybe even a little too much. Bearbricks are cool too. But I can’t for the life of me figure out why these guys paired up. If you know, please fill me the fuck in. And bring me a cherry slurpee while you’re at it.

Puma X Sergio Rossi

Separately, I think that Puma and Sergio Rossi are way rad. Together not so much. While the most understable of these collabos, these shoes are by far the fugliest and make me the most confused/angry. I mean, if you’re going to put your stamp on something, do more than add a heel to a classic kick and call it a day. I had shoes like that. In the sixth grade. I’m embarrassed thinking about how much I wore those bad boys back in the day, and I’ll be damned if I buy them again for the low, low price of $575. You know what they say: Fool me once … oh and eat my shorts while you’re at it.

So Um, Gawker is stealing my jokes.

Don’t you know I’ve been down with the whole “opposite” thing since Su-Hi? Like yeah, I think I’m going to go to Saturday School afterall – Opp-o-site! (Complete with Spanish lilt.)

 Sure it’s evolved since then, but shiiiit. It’s mine!

Michael Scott has that’s what she said. I have opposite —–.

Oh, I’m sure this comes as a surprise.

It must be opposite day.

Create your own army!

I came back to work yesterday to discover that flags(!!!!) had been given out to all the backroom kids to indicate privacy was needed when they were placed in front of your desk. Kinda like at Brazilian BBQ, where green means keep the meat flowing, and red means I’m gonna hurl. Except there is zero delicious beef involved. Zero. Just dorky flags.

I say screw that, I’m trading my flag for these bad boys. 

I said KEEP OUT!

The Ironic Mustache strikes again.

 

Uggh.

However, I still would give my left nut for this:

 

Timewarp…

Also…during our (dumb) excercise, when reviewing the logistics of the whole thing, the question arose about the size of the room being used for the activity. The consultant brought on for the task was like, “the room is double this size, and the table, too. It’s like a mead table.”

And I was all…quoi?!?! Holy archaic reference, Batman!

I mean, keep in mind that me and this kid are the SAME AGE!

If it wasn’t confirmed before, it’s solidified now.

Ur weird.