Look At That Fucking Osprey

Out of curiosity (not a vanity search), I Googled the words “look at that fucking osprey”.  The result: a vagillion entries from LATFO, and the above link.  

Ospreys: political.

“I really love America? Or I’m mocking it? I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”

“I really love America? Or I’m mocking it? I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”

“My costume is a narwhal…who molests children.”

“My costume is a narwhal…who molests children.”

“Blue-collar work doesn’t seem that bad.”

“Blue-collar work doesn’t seem that bad.”

“My secret? I put creatine in my cocaine.”

“My secret? I put creatine in my cocaine.”

“Hitler’s totally going to hate this.”

“Hitler’s totally going to hate this.”

“Look at this fucking love connection.”

“Look at this fucking love connection.”

“It was so much fun being John Oates for Halloween, I decided to make it my full-time identity.”

“It was so much fun being John Oates for Halloween, I decided to make it my full-time identity.”

“The weirdest thing is I found this shirt at a thrift store.”

“The weirdest thing is I found this shirt at a thrift store.”

“So, wait. I don’t understand. How is this is an ad for Pepsi?”

“So, wait. I don’t understand. How is this is an ad for Pepsi?”