Pajiba

The spambotters think Eli Manning is an interesting person.

"But what the hell is Simon Le Bon doing to it?"

Looks to me like he's shifting it a little from the right to the left...

Now Dane Cook's a Photoshop expert? Is he sure it's the designer's bad Photoshop skills that make the poster look like shit? I was under the impression that it looks like shit because it's a fucking movie starring Kate Hudson, Dane Cook, and Jason Biggs.

It ain't PhotoShop skills that are the problem. Granted, it's a shoddy job making it look like the three of them are in the same shot, but all the PhotoShop wizardry in the world can't change the shitty composition... It's like applying lighting effects and adjusting the color balance of a friggin' turd.

I am shocked that Jennifer Aniston is single again; she is such a hot catch. Maybe being a cold-hearted cunt has something to do with it, though I loved her in "The Good Girl"

Skittimus, I know it's not the designer's fault. It just seemed like he was insinuating it was. The only thing that the designer can be blamed for is not Photoshopping a big, steamy turd in place of Dane Cook's head.

Cunt is synonymous with pookie.

Pookie darling, I'm sorry, but you handed us that one on a silver platter in a bed of $100 bills.

Man, that Ann Coulter is such a pookie.

George Bush hates black puppets.

I agree that Dane Cook is a king amoung douchebags. But I thought he was pretty much right about the poster.

Um, whozawhatnow?

Link please.

I second that request. I went through several pages of icanhascheezburger and didn't see his cat (I assume we mean Tart).

I believe this is the cat you're looking for

http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/08/13/funny-pictures-zombies-than-usual/

I got my MurderTank™ shirt in the mail in a stylin' held-together-by-nothin'-but-tape box, which was sweet and so Pajiba. ANYwhos, shirt Yay! Yay MurderTank™! Yay... oh. Shirt from American Apparel. Yeeeeah.

When I became a mother 2 years ago, I realized something- it isn't the fault of the folks over at American Apparel that they are total boob-denying douchebags, it MUST be the fault of their mothers. I can see it now- the AA designers just 4, 5 months old, watching in fascination as their little friends of similar age suckled that sweet, life giving milk from their mother's tatas. How jealous they must have been! Their own mothers, selfishly denying them the experience, keeping their breasts encased in a shapeless, square-like shirt! The rage! The anger! They knew not why they were so affected, they simply were.

The fixation would not pass, nay, it would not. As these young tots grew, they found any similar shape wholly offensive. A round, gentle hill sent them into fits of rage- and don't even ask about that Thanksgiving of '87 when Aunt Myrtle brought the circular jello mold. The anger grew to denial- perhaps all things mammary did not exist! How better to prove such a thing than to create their own apparel line? How truly American to deal with these issues not with therapy but with fashion retribution?

Thus began their scheme. Launch across the web- sell yourself as trendy and fashion forward and then inflict your brand of boxy, boob-denying t-shirts on helpless sellers, unaware that by simple making a tab that says "womens XL" you will subject your purchaser to the frustration that arises once the rockin, kick-ass t-shirt is pulled from the box and worn. It won't seem like much at first, the shirt FITS after all. It's a sneak attack on the titties, really, a "why exactly is this shirt kind of stuck in my arm pits a little? What is that strange pull right to the left and oh, yes, to the right of my MurderTank™? Waist looks ok, neckline is a little boob-denying sure but DOH! American Apparel has struck again!"

Dear AA designers, I wish you would get some therapy! Boobs are great! They ain't called "fun bags" for nothing! When they move a little, when they aren't encased in cotton constraints masquerading as fashion t-shirts, it's even better! And there are nipples! I mean, what is better than a nipple, really?

Well, my love of the MurderTank™ far outweighs my anger at the therapy-less AA shirt designers, so here I sit, and I must say, MurderTank™ stretching a tad across a pair of DDs isn't exactly a bad thing. Ah well, my love for pajiba knows no bounds, so there ya go.

Henceforth, any reference to the pulsating pustule that is Dane Cock must be accompanied by his most reviled movie poster, of which I think is an incredible likeness.

Thank you for filling in the blank, Jay. Posting the link didn't occur to me until I was already curled up in bed reading and I was disinclined to move.

H? Christ, I'll stop bitchin'. If I had to do it over, I'd go mens.

I did not even THINK about Godtopus's big ole' eye sitting right there in the cleavage. Interesting and icky all at once.