Through the magic of computer generated animation, TheCobrasnake was able to perfectly simulate in some unknown urban hipster the concave ass structure of a crackhead. (image via cobrasnake)
Downtown Hipster Party, or San Francisco's Tenderloin District, circa 1976? (images via thecobrasnake)
He had her at the greasy hair. His candy-colored polyester is just lagniappe at this point. (image via thecobrasnake)
"But, yes, I do suppose that if it all came down to brass tacks, a Hobbit could kick a Unicorn's ass if they were to throw down." (image via thecobrasnake)
... And immediately after the angel of sobriety disappeared in a cloud of psychedelic smoke, a really "greazy"-looking Dutch devil appeared over his left shoulder, offering Ari some hash brownies and some kind "Yellow Cab Buds." (image via thecobrasnake)
"Hey guys, I'm 'down,' with the ironical inverted commas and all that ... shizzle (Flashes southcentral crips handsignal). I've got liquor, too; anyone want to hang out with me? Anyone? (image via thecobrasnake)
It was all shits and giggles until a knuckleheaded member of the MTV VMA crew ignited one of Shakira's guineo farts, putting everyone in the arena danger. (image via Hello!Magazine)
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