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In front of a crowd of hipsters, a girl opens a can of Spaghettios, mixes it with mud in a pot, recites a small poem while rubbing the mud on her hands and shirt, cuts open her pants, plays with herself while pissing, then leaves. The crowd then applauds. »

avocadosalad:

srsly:

mastodonstorm:

What. The. Fuck.

My face during the entire video:

What the actual fuck?

I guess I’ve always thought that almost all performance art is bullshit, but this is some tedious fucking bullshit right here.

If this is what it means to be hip, I’m glad I’m a square.

Hip Hip Hooray

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Went to Will’s Pub with Ryan and Chelsea last night. We went to watch and support The Pauses (the guitarist lives in the same building as Ryan).

Here are some of the Hipster Highlights:

- Right off the bat, walking up we are greeted with the most glorious Hipster Handlebar mustache. The kind you just want to set on fire.

- Really cute girl made less cute by wearing a gingham picnic blanket as a shirt-dress. How do you accessorize that outfit? Why, with a brown leather belt and matching brown peter pan shoes, of course!

- Not one, but two guys with: straggly page-boy hair, dirt-stache, and a brown vest over a white shirt over skinny jeans. Apparently they knew each other because I saw them doing a half-handshake/half-hug combo that I thought was going to make the universe implode (see Timecop).

- One of the guys above was wearing purple snake skin low-top boots. I just can’t comment.. there are no words.

- Too many asymmetrical hairstyles to count.

Among all this, was this one really drunk guy in his early forties wearing a black polo and jeans. Chelsea swears up and down that he looked like Nathan Lane, but I think he was more of a Kevin Meaney. That’s not right.

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Do you get the feeling that we’re not cool enough to be here?

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Chelsea, as we walk in to the hipster den that is Will’s Pub on a Thursday night.

Kicking off a new tag, it’s called “fucking hipsters.”