How Using Incorrect Punctuation Leads To Awesome Ideas

If you read our last post, you know there's absolutely NO way I can top it. It was just way too good and I'm going to need to think of something utterly spectacular to get anywhere near that awesome.

Last weekend was an extremely lazy one. Both Demanda and I weren't feeling well. I think she received an envelope full of Anthrax in the mail and I had a sickness resembling SARS, emphysema, or malaria (not really sure what SARS is but it sounds gross). I had this sickness for 28 days and it sucked donkeys balls. Luckily we're both feeling a little better now so maybe by this coming weekend we'll be good to go (go where, I don't know.)

I had my idea for a blog post all picked out based on a convo me and some sexy h00rs had on twitter last week. But then something happened the other night. Demanda went to bed at like 8:30 because she accidentally overdosed on sicky meds so I was bored with no one to talk to. I hopped on my computer to catch up on all my blog reading and I got an email telling me I had a new follower request on Twitter. This new follower was none other than the amazing, the stellar, the timeless........

Motha F'ing Glamour Shots,  yo!! 

Yes, Glamour Shots: The White Trash Makeover. Not gonna lie, I thought these things were pretty sweet back in the day. I might have even gotten them taken. BUT only because I won a radio contest or some shit and it was free. I was 12 or 13 and yes, I looked gorgeous. Just like everyone looks when they get all glammed up in blue eye shadow and red lipstick while being photographed wrapped up in a cocoon made of metallic fabric.

Exhibit A. The stylist wraps you like that so you can't run out screaming.  

I don't have much to say on the subject of Glamour shots (I keep typing Glamour Shits, which is definitely what they should have been called) because I think the pictures speak for themselves.

You don't need to hold your hair up like that, just let the Aquanet do it's job. 

Come on, you're dressed glamorous, your bangs are kickin and you have a  pretty rose for that special someone.  Pep it up! 

Nothing says "cowgirl chic" like bright gold gloves to match your fancy hat. 

Even Willard Scott's friends get Glamour shots!

After I had noticed that Glamour Shits (I've stopped correcting the spelling, I think it's better this way) was trying to follow me on Twitter, I wrote a nice little tweet about it. But because I am too tired at night to use proper punctuation, I wrote this

And then I got the following response from Suz:

I read her tweet, giggled for a bit and then googled "dude glamour shots" and after what I saw, I knew I had the topic for my next post. So thank you Suz! And to all of my followers, go visit her over at Suz's Petals. Maybe she'll inspire you for your next blog post too!


Now I will leave you with what started this whole post. I present to you.......drumroll please.......

Dude Glamour Shits!!

Put on all the glittery crap you want, you'll never be a Cullen.

How sweet, he took a picture with the only pussy he'll ever get.

And last, but not least. Our favorite glamour Shit

Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite 

Hope you enjoyed all of the lovely and sexy eye candy. Tell me in the comments, have you ever had Glamour Shits or similar pictures taken? What was your experience like? If you REALLY wanna be bold you can email them to us (borderline.phenomenal@gmail.com). Maybe if you show me yours, I'll show you mine.

-Jaymes