Sunday, October 27, 2013

Some people need a high five......right to the face.
This dude is from Los Angeles, which probably explains why he is the worst. Still, I know this type of a guy is a “thing” for some dudettes, so I’ll let him hang. (All via yamabushi.wordpress.com)
more tradgity after the jump


Ok, an American boy. My hope is that he went out and bought those boxers specifically for this picture. He has the slightest stummy hanging over the band of his Joe Boxers which somehow makes him more loveable (a lot of Fixie Boys are nothing but sinewy muscle over bone, which while being painfully gorgeous, is also very intimidating). Please also note the magnetic poetry on the fridge. Bonus points.
Another Swiss boy. Same apartment? With a bookshelf and a turntable! I’m drooling.
So the secrets out: Fixie boys are to me as half-Japanese girls are to Rivers Cuomo (they do it for me every time). I know, I know they are the worst…with their funny little pants, silly hats, and occasionally shaved calves. But there is something so adorable and refreshing about a bunch of boys riding their bikes at night, refreshing themselves with PBR on the way to Taco Tuesday. They are like some post-college fraternity. And they get so proud of themselves after they U-Lock all of their bikes in to crazy-tall formations using only one traffic sign in front of the bar. They are my weakness. And this boy is from Switzerland. And I am done.
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