In college, I spent a summer in California chasing down and interviewing sheepherders for my senior thesis. In between driving sessions in the middle of nowhere, I spent some time in San Francisco, Sacramento, and Los Angeles.
In LA, I made two discoveries. First, I realized that there are men who spend thousands and thousands of dollars on botox, waxing, cosmetic surgery, and bizarro stuff like permanent pec implants. (Hmm... feel a little funny having "Male Pectoral Implants Pictures" cached on my computer.) Anyway, these men exist. And they all live in Los Angeles.
Second, I discovered the most offensive yet consistently hilarious publication I have yet to come across: Vice Magazine. Vice Magazine is devoted to everything that is profane and unholy in this universe. Think of it as a South Park, for adults, if there were no FCC. I will not link to it here. But I will link to the best part of the whole operation, the Do's and Don'ts. Every day, readers of Vice send in photos of people off of the street. Some evil genius provides the imperative--"Do" or "Don't"--and a caption. And V - O - I - L - A.
Okay, so I feel a little bad about that last one. But don't say I didn't warn you.
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