Monday, August 30, 2010
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
What's that, little fella down there at the bottom with your mouth agape? You're acting as if never saw your mom take a beer bong at your birthday party.
Welcome to the real world, lil' buddy.
Thanks to Crystal, who sent me this pic of a pivotal moment in her son's child-rearing.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Someone just sent me these photos they took of a couple undernearth a grand piano at a nightclub in Perth, Australia. Nice work, buddy. Nice work.
This actually reminds me a bit of a post I did a long time ago that I was particularly proud of it's title, "Low Life Sneaking a Grope Under the Miller High Life":
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
From left to right, this is the exact sequence of faces I made when I found out the beautiful angel, Tila Tequila, was hurt by those horrible juggalos throwing bottles at her this weekend. Love you, my sweet Vietnamese borderline personality princess.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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Friday, August 6, 2010
I don't know how to say this without it sounding like sour grapes (and realistically, that's probably what it is), but I feel pretty sure that if you were a confident, attractive teen, the rest of your life is kind of fucked, right? I dunno, maybe that's not true at all. Who knows. Cool teens with no acne and high self-esteem, holler at me.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
I was trying to think of what to say about this photo - something about red underwear under brown tights looks like finding blood in the skidmarks in your underwear, or how she must be so wildly drunk she took her clothes off. But then I scrolled down to read the description, and it's about 100 times better than anything I could have ever made up:
Title: "Amy's 1st Swing Party"Bwahahahah!!! This really puts all the other details in the photo into perspective: it's clearly some kind of Halloween party (you can see the pirate wench in the back). Look at the spiderweb plastic table cloth! Imagine you're throw a wild swinging sex party in your suburban home, and you don't want to use the nice tablecloth (jizz stains are a beast to get out). So you go out to Wal-Mart or Target or Party City and go browsing for festive decor. Red plastic cups, maybe paper plates, TONS of napkins (you always run out), and of course, a plastic tablecloth.
Description: Husband and i are only going to soft swing she told me.
I negotiated her upstairs, and after the three articles of clothing were off, i did get her to fuck me and wife. She was not too worried about hubby at that point:)
Was there more than one spooky tablecoth, and she had to choose between the two? Did she stand there for a moment in Party City, the spiderweb table cloth in one had, and a pumkpin and ghost tablecloth in the other, staring at them?
Did she read the fine print about the size dimensions and do that thing where you think, "50 inches... that's about, what? 4 feet?" because you're incable of imagining that many inches so you have to convert it to feet. And you wonder why they don't just write it as "4 feet, 2 inches" in the first place, since everyone has to do it in their heads anyway?
All just so a bunch of strangers could fuck people other than their husbands and wives.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
If you can't find joy in house parties in warehouses and pretty girls smoking joints, then my friend, you have earned your title as the most miserable man in the world. Guess what? Everything else in your life is going to be about 20 times worse than this moment.
UPDATE: reader Ryan G. claims his friend pictured below is even more miserable, and deserves the crown. Verdict?
UPDATE UPDATE! The photographer of photo #1 contacted me and explained that the two girls are lesbians. How's that for a twist ending?