We've followed the infamous camel toe throughout the ages and last December, Marc Jacobs took the toe to the next level at his Arabian Nights Christmas Party. Jacobs had the right message, but his delivery was all wrong. Since when does a mascot rally against the cause it stands for?
And just wait until you see who delivers it to him! I wonder if she had a self-defense class or if she was just born a bad-ass. Whatever the case, she's my new hero.
Imagine being "Petey P. Cup," the giant urine sample mascot, for HealthPartners in Minneapolis. Well, at least they let you hide your face and get some exercise with fellow mascots!
There are some things I wouldn't do even if I'd get paid to do them. Like this, this, or this. But the following isn't one of those things.
Time and time again, we've seen mascots throw down their poms in a hotheaded rage to engage in sideline throwdowns — that they've provoked. They've picked fights with each other, with spectators, and even unsuspecting peeps chillaxin' on the beach. What gives?
As if oversized bananas or "Thunderbugs" aren't frightening enough, they've been ditching their cheerleading duties to harass unsuspecting fans instead. So let's see: Beer, nachos, and hot dogs are standard stadium fare. Couple an artery-clogging binge with a mascot executed scare tactic, and someone is sure to have a heart attack by halftime.
It's gotta be this dude's first day on the job. When the game time festivities begin and he makes a run for it, he quickly learns that sporting the big bird costume ain't what it's cracked up to be. The mascot falls once, twice, and he scores—an injury.
Couple the most random song EVER with the best mascot in town and you got one helluvah show. Can you say party for one in the outfield? (This even beats the time someone rocked to the beat of his own "Peanut Butter Federtime.")
Showboating mascots are really outdoing themselves these days, and I'm not just saying that to be "nice" either. It really shows. Check out Lenny the Lynx here.