Delightful fashion designer Rick Owens did a short interview with i.D. yesterday about his Fall 2015 runway show, which featured garments with strategically placed dick-holes. “Isn’t it about time?” he said about male nudity on the runway. Damn straight! Female models regularly expose their tits, and while full-on vagina is less popular, sheer garments have made me more than a little familiar with which models have bush and which don’t. So yeah, time for more male nudity on the runway and male nudity = PEEN. I’m on board, Rick Owens, let’s do this. Unfortunately, that’s where the designer stopped making sense:
“I thought it was the most simple, primal gesture—and you know I love a simply tiny, little gesture that packs the wallop … It’s very powerful. Not many people can do that. I mean, it’s a straight world now. And it also, I think, says something about being independent. Who else can really get away with that kind of stuff? It’s a corporate world.”
Huh? Sacks with dick-holes are about independence? Independence from underwear maybe. Do you think fashion designers understand each other when they talk like this? Do they understand themselves? [Jezebel]
Kanye may be adorning his lady in the finest merkins ermines can sacrifice their lives for, but men will be sporting no such genitalia luxury this year. Spotted last night on the runway of Rick Owen’s show at Paris Fashion Week was the hottest (god willing) new trend in menswear: flopping, ever-present dick. (Click here to see an even more NSFW image than the one above.) Keep reading »
Cheating is terrible. Don’t cheat. But, if you do, don’t be an idiot and use your wife’s cell phone to send sexts to your mistress, because your wife might come for you and chop your dick off. According to The New York Post, when 34-year-old Fan Lung of China was found sending dirty messages to his lover on his wife Feng’s cell phone, Feng responded the way any completely irrational scorned wife would: by sneak into their shared bedroom at night and chopping his dick off. Incensed and relatively bloody, Fan managed to locate the severed appendage, sad and discarded like an undercooked sausage, and had it reattached — but it wasn’t long before his wife returned to chop that shit off again, this time throwing it out the window and into the night. The detached peen was never found, and local authorities believe it may have become dinner for a stray cat or dog. Lesson learned: don’t fuck with Feng. [New York Post] [Image via Shutterstock]
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If you’ve ever wondered what happens in the tiny corners of the internet where people expose their most vulnerable selves, I have an answer: They put their hardened penises into women’s shoes. Keep reading »
File this under NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! A guy riding on São Paolo’s Metro train got his boner stuck in the doors when they closed. Watching the video, I was trying to see if the guy was making any motions of distress — it doesn’t look like it, but then again, he didn’t have much space to move (or else perhaps his boner wouldn’t have gotten stuck in the doors). Considering the urgency with which the Good Samaritan ran to the doors (instead of standing there filming it like a chucklehead), I’m going to bet the passenger was looking more than a little freaked out.
All hail the Good Samaritan boner rescuer! Oh, this poor guy. I hope he and his boner are OK. [Death and Taxes]
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I never thought I’d say this, but I’m officially hot and bothered by one of the Jonas Brothers.
Nick Jonas is all grown up in a new issue of Flaunt Magazine, where the former boy-bander gives us a glimpse at his glorious ass dimples (yes, they’re actually nice, which is weird to me) AND his rather enticing package (which also seems very nice, but I will need further photographic evidence).
In an homage to Mark Wahlberg‘s infamous Calvin Klein ad, Nick stripped down and grabbed his junk wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, and while it looks kind of “college frat bro,” as Amelia says, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers. Hell, I don’t care if he eats a sardine sandwich, because THAT BODY. Keep reading »