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No obligatory cake or death upvote?
I’m just blown away by the fact that in this picture Jonah looks twenty years older AND younger at the same time.
Finally, a way to talk to one another for OUR generation. Once we strap these puppies on, we’ll be talkin’ the “flute speak”, and ol’ Gram and Gramps won’t know what (not so) vaguely phallic thing hit ‘em.
You’ve got stale.
Labeouf Dad: Your name, Shia,…don’t you know what it means?
Shia: No Daddy Shibeouf, tell me!
Labeouf Dad: Labeouf means strength. French strength. And Shia means modesty and an increased likelihood that you will be uncomfortable around pretty girls.
Shia: I hate my name, Dad! I hate it! I want to fight it! I want to get revenge!
Labeouf Dad: You want to get even, son?
Labeouf Dad: Even Stevens?
Shia: Very funny dad. The next time you see me, I’m gonna be twice the dickface I ever was.
Labeouf Dad: You get ‘em, cowboy…
Also, scottish accents kind of SOUND like chocolate (you know?), so this is a perfect combination.
I’m just excited for the new chocolate-centric genres. Dark(Chocolate)Wave, anybody?
Once there are enough of those groups, we can give them a tribute record– “Chocolate Covered”.
But really- have some class, magazine. This was Newsweak. (yipe).
I just like how the wacky hat shapes seem to play off of one another, as if they were on a team in “Legends of the Hidden Temple” where phantom Di had to collect fruit on her bonnet-platter and transfer it into Kate’s head-basket on the other side of the ancient ruins- (without either of them being able to use their hands, of course). Here they are, feeling such a smug thrill that they’ve forgotten to return the game pieces.
Nailed the rhythm, guy.