Joey Lawrence in Beverly Hills. (May 14, 2012)
I think this knit cap thing might be taking over the Fedora spot atop douches everywhere.
There’s nothing wrong with a fedora as long it’s done right. But this is just effing stupid.
Says the guy who owns a Fedora.
I do occasionally.
There’s a big difference between knowing when and where to bring out the hat versus just tossing it on with your dbag v-neck, scarf, and skinny jeans ensemble because you take these pictures as a guidepost to everyday style.
You occasionally own a fedora? What, do you lease them with an option to buy?
You can hit the gym as much as you want, Joey, but when you slap on the knit hat and the oversized Aviator sunglasses…. all bets are off.
The perfect camouflage for a receding hairline! Why didn’t I think of that?
“Simon Cowell!! I challenge you to a moob-off!!”
I was thinking of going somewhere in this vein, but you saved me the trouble.
We’re sure this isn’t the set of Pain and Gain?
No, this is just pain.
Wilmer Valderama. With tits!
Okay, I got the picture….you can stop flexing now.
No Joey, this is Beverly Hills, I think you want West Hollywood.
Those are cute and upstanding little moobs he’s got there.
The next Danny Bonaduce? Carrot Top?
Perfectly hairless, except the face. What a selective primate. He is clearly a homo sapien.
The boobs say jr high school girl. The hat says granny. The facial hair says my Aunt Tina. I’m just confused.
Commenting as a Guest
Sign in or Join.