A little something to help you stay cool during this heatwave. (Thanks for the tip, Joey!)
Orange, construction paper sun? Check
Totally planet photoshop and green screen skills? Check
Catsuit lady seemingly crawling into the butt of a lady doing the chicken dance? CHECK
This video has it all, move over Blurred Lines, the real Summer Jam of 2013 has arrived.
He’s rockin’ that mullet. That curly curly mullet.
I get really distracted by gifs where the mouth movement doesn’t seem to be matching the word…it looks like he is saying….”I hate you” or “ahh choo”! Tell us the truth artdork!
I know! I’m with you! Yet this was the first one I saw where the sentiment and ability to post to VG coincided.
Thanks TomCattt for ruining David Lynch for me.
I’m sweating just watching this.
Ariel Pink has really let himself go.
I couldn’t stand to watch the whole thing, but the first few seconds the guy looked like a combo of Tim Gunn, Colonel Sanders, and the Six Flags old guy.
It’s nice to see Matt Frewer getting work again.
He’s very good at the piano.
This is wonderful. Thank you for filling my heart with joy on this hot summer day. Tom Catt spreads mirth and frivolity to a suffering populace and he should be celebrated, not mocked. The ladies, though, deserve some ribbing because cats don’t move like that on sand.
AHHH I CAN’T DECIDE WHICH SEXY LADY IS THE SEXIEST!!! Just kidding. Ki Tee.
No but for real: I could not finish this video. It is just too much of someone’s catastrophic inner turmoil on display while they are clearly certain they are showing the world how together they are. It reminds me of a neighbor I had until recently, a man who was always home, often walking around the building barefoot, and used to imitate different voices in his apartment so that people walking past would hear them through the thin door and think he had friends over. AND HE WOULD ARGUE WITH THESE FRIENDS. One month, he declared he was going to do some “building improvement projects” and this included SPRAY-PAINTING THE UPHOLSTERED CHAIRS in the lobby to make them match the floor tiles, and painting the front of the building — as far up as he could reach, a slightly different color than the rest of the building. Based on these projects he would occasionally stop me and tell me he was “the person who does the most for this building.”
A few weeks ago he accosted me on the front steps and declared grandly he was moving out soon. I asked where to and he said “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m incredibly wealthy. Some place, I assure you, exquisite.”
More recently, another resident stopped me and said, Hey did you hear about that guy? “It turns out he gave his 30 days notice for no reason, and never got another place. He had no plan to leave, ever. Just some fantasy of having lots of money and no worries took over and he submitted his notice. When the 30 days expired, he didn’t want to leave anymore. The police came to escort him out. He had nowhere to go. He took a box of stuff and got in a cab.”
And wrote a song and made a video.
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