once upon a time.

there was a man named ed hardy. he started off as a tattoo artist in california in the 60s, and was a protege of sailor jerry. hardy's career has spanned over 50 years and includes works like these:






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but low and behold, along comes the 21st century, and ed hardy has the brilliant idea to sell his "name" to none other than christian audigier, the asshole who was responsible for the last onslaught of trendy douchebag gear, von dutch. (remember when every unoriginal toolbox was wearing those stupid trucker hats?) yeah, that guy. so what does he do? he takes the name of a classic american artist, and makes it synonymous with fake-tanning, eyebrow-waxing, fist-pumping scumbags like these dudes:




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congratulations christian audigier, you fucking french fuck. now ed hardy's name will forever be remembered as extra small t-shirts on low-IQ meatheads at the jersey shore. go jerk off with sandpaper you fucking dick.