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.
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