The back of the club, sipping Moet, is where you'll find me

Minorities! Before art school these two would have never even gone near each other. Good thing Columbia offers a course on tolerance.

Public make out seshes are, like, so 7th grade. Pff, unless you're as hot as these two.

Why do people even own bongos? I can honestly say that I've only ever seen one person play bongos for more than 15 minutes. And he was trying to earn some cash outside a bar. Maybe these dudes are trying to impress chicks with their sense of rhythm.

"Hear that, babe? Trust me, I'm that rhythmic in the sack too."

This is early 1960s Greenwich village. I think this is Phil Ochs. Well, Phil Ochs' and Pete Doherty's love spawn. He sings about social inequities and babes.

Androgyny is cool, right? Actually, I don't think this chick is trying to look androgynous. The hiked up t-shirt and gratuitous stomach piece are pretty obvious "female" statements. Which is kind of a bummer for her face.

I'm in love with the radio on

You can tell yourself jacking off while rolling on E is just as good as poking some random chick while rolling, but that's akin to saying Caddyshack II is on the same level as the original.

Hey mom, did you fill out my student loan forms?

"Don't stop believin'... " in male pattern baldness

Phineas Gage?

Proof that Kurt Cobain's biggest downfall was not making it with a girl from Compton. 

Remember when Johnny Rzeznik was a ten because of that whole "I don't give a fuck aesthetic" ? He does. 

It's sorta like Aretha Franklin. But white, and with no redeemable qualities.