I found this troubled little guy on Cute Overload. The photo is one thing but the copy is a what keeps me “in stitches”.
“Emo Bun is going to put on his skinny jeans and play guitar in the garage.
Emo Bun doesn’t expect you fascists to understand his art.
Emo Bun is destined to travel through the misty and cold fog of existence alone and cold.
Life is hard for Emo Bun.
Don’t cut yourself, Emo Bun! Don’t do eet!”
FYI – I rode the elevator this AM with the corporate version of this little guy. That was right after my fellow bike commuter asked me to move over (in the elevator bank) so he could RIP OFF some push ups while he waited for our chariot. This is now the second time that he has asked me to move so he could impress me in full kit. When I say, “full kit” I mean with helmet, glasses and this sexy number.
