PEOPLE I DON'T WANT TO HANG OUT WITH.

So it's Monday night and I'm just doing my usual browsing of gang photos.  I get a perverted sense of amusement thinking how uncomfortable I'd be if I were dropped right in the middle of these pictures.  I'd be forced to fall back on my wit and charm.  And while I'm the wittiest, charm-iest fellow you're ever gonna meet I have a bad feeling it would mostly be lost on these dudes - especially the maniac pointing the gun at the camera (wrapped in the purple bandana).  So that's why I carry a few tubes of glitter with me where ever I go.  The way I figure it, tossing all that sparkley goodness into the air will simulate some kind of "bling" storm that will create a shock-and-awe effect on the bandits.  And that, Buckos, will give me all the time I need to high step it right the f*ck out of there.  I'd probably cream the old drawers but it wouldn't be the first time and probably won't be the last, if you know what I mean.

CHRIST, I MISS THE 80s.

You know, I see pictures like this and I miss the 1980s.  And this picture pretty much sums it up.  I mean, these guys got up and got dressed for this picture, and were trying to look as bad-ass as possible.  It's ironic that almost 30 years later they look the absolute opposite.  The fake leather, the mullets, the skinny tie, the boce-ified looks.  Yeah, it's magic.  It's friggin' magic.