It’s 80’s week on Pajiba and apparently my memo got lost in the mail. Either that or I Dustin didn’t get the snap bracelet I sent him and he’s mad. It could be that I’m so far down on the big hair list that I don’t warrant notification. I’m the Dep to TK’s Aquanet, the short shorts to Prisco’s spandex, the Members Only jacket to Dustin’s acid wash. That’s fine, I’ve always had an original take on fashion and my wife says I look good in these legwarmers. I don’t need their validation to boost my self-image much like the gentlemen in today’s video don’t need you to bolster theirs. These bastions of manliness are obviously just trying to add more variety to their harem. It is absolutely inconceivable that vessels of testosterone don’t have to hire an assistant to screen all the propositions they’re receiving from ladies who are hot to trot. It’s not as if they’re grodyously malformed or anything. The hair is magnificent, the glasses large and the sweaters are better than my grandmother could make. I just don’t understand it.