I have to clarify some things about me that have been going around in this paparazzi post. Especially this photo..

First the 100% Huggable Care Bear shirt. I don’t believe that simply advertising myself as huggable (as opposed to, say, well-endowed or extremely wealthy) gets me an unlimited supply of poon. I will continue wearing it even though there is yellow stainage in the arm pit area.

Second, the floral pink umbrella. In Rio during Carnival I accidentally stole a girl’s potted plant costume hat. Here’s the hat…

The next day it was raining so I needed an umbrella. What’s cool about most cities in South America is that if it starts raining all these umbrella salesmen come out of the woodwork to sell you umbrellas (duh) and trash bag ponchos. I bought one in Rio that matched both the hat and the festivities as well, and not because of anything potentially related to a deep deep latent homosexuality.

It’s unfortunate that the Care Bear shirt matches ravishingly with my pink umbrella, but it’s more unfortunate that this town is so starchy that people stared and made low volume disparaging comments. Yeah but they’re too scared to say it to MY FACE… except for this one guy but he was pretty big so I pretended not to hear.

Postscript: Funny, when I grabbed the photo from pervert meathead’s blog, the filename was gayhairy.jpg.

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Disparaging comments? Bah.

Most men secretly wish they had the balls to rock that type of shirt.

Of course the old school graphic/ironic comment t-shirt trend kind of went out the window about 2 years ago… but hey whos counting?

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My camera is so advanced it gives pictures their own name based on surroundings and the actual target on some straight up AI shit. It’s weird that what the file name was for your pic, my is usually Hungblack. Hmmmm, I’ll look into it….. fucking Sony

That’s =*that’s*

my is= *Mine are*

On a conference call and trying to read Gawker at the same time, I suck at multitasking

Had you not been rockin that pansy ass looking umbrella VK wouldn’t have named that pick gayhairy. just sayin.

The very fact that you made the effort to match your umbrella to your hat betrays deep, latent homosexuality on its own, regardless of the design on the umbrella itself — though in this case, the only way you could have gone gayer would have been to purchase one festooned with cocks.

Damn, Roosh, just looking at that pic made my ass pucker, kinda like when I saw Sigfried and Roy in person. There are actually “two” kinds of gay guys. QB’s, and Nose Tackle. That is definately the nose tackle position. Hut Hut! Knowing Roosh, he was pretending to be gay, so that some girl would try and “convert” him. It’s a miracle! I’m cured! Let’s do it again just to make sure that it sticks.

Virgle, you may think that’s flattering, but Hung Black is actually Sony’s VP of Consumer Imaging, and likes hiding easter eggs in camera code.

Sweet Mother of Moses, I am -never- Googling “Hung black” in the hopes of finding a Chinese businessman’s picture ever again.

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Get a job, Roosh! You smelly, dirty hippie!