Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
smoke on the water...
...was the first song i learned to play. not quite sure what this piece is called, but she can't play guitar for shit.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
file under: everything i love to hate
i know, i know...i really feel like i'm picking on Opening Ceremony:
http://cheesewheelthruyourwindow.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-opening-ceremony-please-fucking.html
but like the saying goes; "if the shoe fits...".
congrats to OC (yet again) for bringing us a chloe sevigny collaborative fashion assortment, just in time for the year-end "worst of..."-lists...coming in right behind this* irrelevance:
http://www.vogue.co.uk/news/daily/100107-kings-of-leons-fashion-collection-/gallery.aspx
Friday, December 10, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
butter teets...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
height club, part deux...
Saturday, October 23, 2010
dust buster
holy shit! look at this douchebag. barbershop 'stache? really?
sometimes i see a really hot chick in a jaguar. jaguar's are old lady cars, no matter how G'd-up or murdered-out. seems like you need to earn the right on some level to arrive at that, something doesn't fit. when i see some old bird in a nice jag, there is some balance to that.
if you're gonna roll curly-q-brush'stache...you should either be:
A) a really good barber that does excellent straight-razor shaves, or
B) an 18th century pugilist
...and NOT a sidehack 'me-too' blogger that just learned the difference between a brogue from a saddle shoe.
on the POSITIVE side, the bottom of a penis shaft is particularly sensitive during acts of teabag - that little extra tickle on the tulip can be a day-changer.
anatomy of a penis, indeed.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
it's starts out funny, then is kinda sad...
...then is funny, but ultimately ends sad.
file under: "kinda like being raped by a clown"
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
if it back fires, combusts, raises a finger...
dear opening ceremony, please fucking stop.
look, i LOVE chocolate. i LOVE roast beef. i LOVE donuts.
but i don't want a chocolate roast beef donut!
why is it that nothing can stand on it's own anymore? on it's own merits? because it's good to begin with, as it is - if truly celebrated in its original glory?
people. stop voting with your dollars and buying all the frankenstein'd quadruple collaborations...i'd rather you buy something completely made from scratch, even if THAT sucks - this whole eating off someone else's plate phenomena is getting ridiculous.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
his-panic...
...so my buddy is on the road in Texas, rolling thru the great coastal city of Galveston. besides the fact that you could get killed over a bag of skittles in that Godforsaken-beyond the thunderdome town, there are amazing scenarios like this lil' gem, above.
looks like this particular ex-con is experiencing muscle atrophy from his days of being in solitary that he has to cop a ride on his girlfriend's scoot on her way to work to cleaning at the La Quinta. (p.s. La Quinta means, "next to IHOP", in spanish).
and i thought i was f'kn lazy...
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
back from yet another vegas tradeshow...
...and here is my Top 5 best things overheard from the week:
5. "...i had to walk him home, i think he was roofied!"
4. "...so what brings you to Project?"
3. "...then, i just undid the belt around my neck and got the fuck outta there!"
2. "...in the event of an emergency, i will be using your ass as a flotation device..."
1. "...that chick? oh, she punched a cop."
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
safety last, part deux...
Monday, July 26, 2010
counter intelligence
...speaking of loads-your-mother-shoulda-swallowed (!), ran into the BIGGEST d-bag last week. think his name was Harley? Farley? Carly? Barley? Barney? fireflys. butterflys. i didn't get any of it.
summertime = funtime
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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