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/fa/ - Fashion

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ITT: We rate each others' fits

What do you think?

>> No.10001035

>>10001032
How u posting from county jail, anon

>> No.10001036

I smell a meme coming.

>> No.10001052

>>10001032
What a tragedy. At least Aaron Rogers had the sense to leave us a fucking hilarious rant-y diatribe to make fun of. With this kid we have nothing but a small number of pictures :(

>> No.10001056

What kind of pants are those.

>> No.10001057

>>10001052
More will come
Then he'll be a meme
"Who /storm/ here" will be a daily thread

>> No.10001062
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>>10001052

>> No.10001064

>>10001052
>>10001057
Whoops lol. Elliot Roger. Not Aaron Rogers. Fuck Green Bay tho.

How can you not love shit like this?
>I believed that it was destiny for me to win the Megamillions Lottery, particularly this very jackpot. People win the lottery every single month, so why not me? I was meant to live a life of significance and extravagance. I was meant to win this jackpot. It was destiny. For the first few drawings I played, I spent $50 to $100 on tickets, but to my profound frustration I still didn’t win, and the jackpot kept rising. This only increased my enthusiasm. I started to picture a whole new, perfect life for myself after I won. I imagined buying a beautiful, opulent mansion with an extravagant view, and acquiring a collection of supercars which I would use specifically to attract beautiful girls into my life. I planned to go back to college once I had bolstered myself with all this wealth, and lord myself over all the other students there, finally fulfilling my dream of being the coolest and most popular kid at school. As I sat meditating in my room, I imagined the ecstasy I would feel as scores of beautiful girls look at me with admiration as I drive up to college in a Lamborghini. Such an experience would make up for everything. I had to win this jackpot.

(Spoiler: he never does and he cries on a mountain, IIRC)

>> No.10001068

>>10001064
Also Elliot Roger on fashion:

>I examined myself in the mirror and decided that if I want to make a fresh start, the first thing to do would be to change my appearance. I got a haircut, and then my mother and sister took me shopping at the Fallbrook mall for some new clothes. I knew nothing about fashion at the time, so I just chose a few new jeans. I hadn’t worn jeans since I was ten years old. For the first time in many years, I started to care about how I looked again.

>When I became aware of this common social structure at my school, I also started to examine myself and compare myself to these “cool kids”. I realized, with some horror, that I wasn’t “cool” at all. I had a dorky hairstyle, I wore plain and uncool clothing, and I was shy and unpopular. I was always described as the shy boy in the past, but I never really thought my shyness would affect me in a negative way, until this point.

>> No.10001442

>>10001052
he's not dead yet