I swear before Adonai and all of his disciples, if you don’t get your fucking hipster rat-tail out of my face, I will cut it off in your sleep.
There is nothing I hate more then rat-tails… On hipsters. I couldn’t care less if you are a redneck/Appalachian child/swamp person because obviously you don’t know any better and I thoroughly enjoy making fun of you. But hipsters, with their requisite interest in alt fashion, should really, really know better and leave rat-tails to those that do it best:
Like him
and him
and him, of course.
I KNOW you think it is super edgy and singles you out of the crowd of other hipsters trying our damnedest to be super edgy, but really you just look like a ruh’tard.
I like to play a game where I earn points for every rat-tail I see.
One point for a regular old rat-tail:
Two points for a braided rat:
Three points if there are feathers/wooden beads or some shit in it.
Go straight to hell. Do not collect $200.
Don’t even get me started on Hipster-mullets.
I’ll probably still sleep with you if you have one of these, though. Rat-tail-wearers stand no chance, however.
