its for pictures like this asshole took.
I especially love the Hipster shirt and hair. I’m pretty sure this douche’s hair would have survived the Chernobyl meltdown. In Chernobyl. I’m pretty sure the plastic Prada mannequin in the window above the hood of the car is maddogging this hipster. I’d love to see the mannequin kick the shit out of him. And then take off in the car and drive away with a setting sun. Wow, I just got all romantic and shit. I may write love stories, because that’s how it felt to me, like a love story. I would name it “That Hipster got beat up by a plastic mannequin.” Shit, I have tears from all this romance.