In a world where seemingly every physiological foible is being reclassified as a disease or an addiction (looking at you, husky sex addicts) it was really only a matter of time until the biological mechanism behind assholism surfaced. As this documentary by December Works explains, it’s not your fault that you’re a poorly-socialized, narcissistic, self-serving little prick (unless you’re Justin Bieber
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The stink bug: Nature’s skunk. Though not nearly as menacing as say, a Giant Asian Hornet, the humble stink bug doesn’t suffer fools kindly. They’ll unleash a cloud of pungent, cilantro-flavored defensive odors at the slightest provocation. So the fact that director Matthew R Day was able to direct so many of them in such precise choreography is quite a feat.
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In space, no one can hear you be a total perv and tell women that you want to taste them "like yogurt." Good thing too.
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Jeez, sink a spear into one alegorical elephant-man’s chest cavity and the whole of human history is doomed to strife and pestillence. Great aim cro-moron.
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If we’re going to keep up the hypocritical charade of, on one hand, expecting pruitanical censorship of human anatomy while, on the other, selling 8-year-olds Juicy Couture then we might as well put those silly black bars to good use. Just look at what the Brighton Port Authority (BPA the band, not BPA the BPA) were able to accomplish. Frickin’ PONG.
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