Showing posts with label mullets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mullets. Show all posts

Monday, June 25, 2012

Theme Night Spotlight: White Trash

In order to help you come up with the perfect white trash outfit, here's a handy checklist of things that are white trash:

  • Mullets
You got a perty mouth...
  • Camaros - there's hillbilly WT and 80's burnout Camaro-driving WT



Sure, this is technically a Trans-Am, but it's made by the same company.

  • Patriotism (we actually had a patriotism night a few years ago that was really white trash) - being patriotic doesn't make you white trash, but everyone knows that anything patriotic is white trash. Seriously, go to Walmart if you don't believe me.

  • Wifebeaters (the shirt, but I suppose people who beat wives would fall into the WT category)
  • Pregnant and drinkin' - a WT woman knows that a baby growin' inside her can't get in the way of her partying!
 

  • Bathrobes in public
  •  Overalls
 
  •  Cheap beer

  • People who once drove lowered mini trucks
  • This guy

This is not an exhaustive list by any means, hopefully it inspires some great outfits!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Saywhat?! Pillow Fight Club

Bless you Las Vegas, bless you....

Oh wait, it's a stupid indie concert at some "ironic" bar/cafe by the El 'ortez. Lame... Nothing more than some Dr. Martin wearing wallet chain eye-liner Arrah's ex-girlfriend crap. "Oh look at me, I'm a tragic personality like Amy Winehouse... or at best I'm a Gwen Stephani-esque poser chick." BORE!

Wait, what's this Beauty Bar Austin?


HELL YES! That's a fight club!* Check out the guns on Femullet there. She's definitely a regular. Poor chick on the left may have size, but she's ill equiped for this battle.


Let's take a look at the rundown. Fishnets? check. Jorts? check. Bemused latino in a position of authority? check.


This could be a lesbian pillow fight club! The spirit of Shooter '94 that used to live in my brain is now riling in pain on the floor from his head exploding. Reality can only disappoint, but I figure we have to try. A free battle of bepillowed lesbians in a bar with some Modest Mouse cover band sonically pooping in the background - that's as STBE a thing as I can think of. Hell, we might be able to field a team!


*Screw you hipster dork for uploading these pictures in sepiatone. The '50s were filled with terrible music and racism. Stop pretending like Grease is a moral compass and join the 21st century. It's cool here, we have iPods.