Didn’t know black face was on the relaxing spa menu.
Just keep chewing until you feel it working.
The pensive cat gets the bird.
Let’s try and guess what the debate is all about: Did they A) eat a bunch of LSD and start tripping hard during their meeting or B) get sent to the afterlife after Brad finally lost it and shot up the place?
Well, this customer certainly is getting serviced – hey-ohhh! Seriously though, could this be any more perverse? Maybe if Mom was in there too.
Well, she’s probably pretty useless considering she’s squirming around in a onesie bathing suit and freaky disco goggles while taking phone calls. Plus, that big condom hat over her ears must make it pretty hard to hear.
Serious women don’t take no shit from spammers.
Is there any way you could make them look like artwork airbrushed on the side of a van? Also, shouldn’t she be topless? Also, shouldn’t there be giant coyote eyes looming in the sunset?
Maybe I’m not post-ironic enough to get this one. Are they singing the national anthem?
Well, she is serious about one thing: hot dance moves. And don’t think I didn’t notice her fiery red hair blowing in the breeze; I did. The breeze was most likely caused by the fan they deliberately set up to make her look awesome.
I know, I know. “People” is a vague search term – so I deserve what I get. But that doesn’t dilute the uselessness of this super soft porn illustration. The title of the image is “Interactive Touch”. No, really. Which makes me think Phil Collins might be holed up in his attic scribbling out PG-13 illustrations of his songs.
Here we go again with the search fails. No dog. Not even a girl really. Just some dude’s fantasy rocket boob lady.
Well, at least there’s a dog is in this one… a little too much dog. According to the photographer, they’re dancing…. a sensual dance between woman and dog junk.
I’m not normally pleased by daily stock photography search fails. But look at this badass! Who needs a stupid dog when you have sexy ninjas with throwing stars?? I think all my ads will feature lethal sex ninjas from now on.
There are infinite stock photos featuring the early 90s. Yes, I get to pay for 20-year-old photos because stock photography subscriptions are bullshit.
I suppose the future is in our hands. Our giant fucking golden gypsy hands.
Stock photography basketball… Buck Rogers League.
Photographers really know how to bring out the emotions deep within all of us. Someone really captured granny’s inner shock and awe.
I hate jumping. Hate. I may never jump ever again. It was somehow digestible as advertising in the 80s – or maybe people made fun of it then too, I’m not sure. I was too busy watching cartoons and being warped by tv commercials. The sheer scale of this soul-crushing avalanche of bullshit is frightening. Why? Why is this considered the go-to gesture by photographers and advertisers? WHY?? I hate it and can’t wait for it to die.
Brace yourselves and your fragile minds… this could take awhile.