Wednesday, March 9, 2005
junior s’up works late at “the office”
“No, Dad, srsly…I was at The Office until 1 am!”.
Of course “The Office” is the ‘bag watering hole around the block…
Has Trust Fund Tina hit paydirt? Or just dirt?
It’s Homeless Happy Hour at the Artisan!
That pesky shame boner is back. How embarrassing.
Yo! What happenz at da club stays at da club, Yo!
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Except for STIs.
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And this guy.
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Both of which you realize won’t go away on their own, but only once it’s too late.
If they’re wearing those outfits in Vegas this time of year, then they’re riper than a two-week melon!
This redhead looks like every easy tomboy Irish chick in Massachusetts. A fact I can personally attest
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However, NFL AM host , Erin Coscarelli, is like no chick I’ve ever banged, she’s hot,.
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Wait,..that didn’t sound right
These two look like they are dressed to go rob the local 7-11.
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Meth habits
After her 40th passsover, she gonna get fat and ugly. I know.
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I’d hit it. And I’d shove his fucking cracked iPhone up his ass.
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Then I would legitimately stick in her poop hole and light his dirty face with lamp oil.
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Fuck
Just kidding about the ugly.
I love the bandana around the neck look. It reminds me of Chita Rivera, who used to wear scarfs around her next, who I boffed backstage at the Copa Cabaña whilst she was in a costume change during one a her shows.
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She had this big, featherey fuckin dress on and had ta get out of it an into some skin tight get up that was so tight that up close you could see her whole Sticch. She loved it Dog Style and loved to get choked.
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So as she’s changin I’m rummaging her post haste on account a her havin to get back out on the stage. Oh and her costumer is in the room hurrin the whole process along. And by hurring the whole process along, I mean cupping my balls.
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So we bust our nut and Chita barely makes it back out on stage in time to hit her mark, sweatin like a Finnoch at a hot dog eatin contest. Que Bella!
The Carrot Top is strong in this one.
And, fingerless gloves? What. the Fuck. is Going. On.
Could she be wearing anymore clothes?
These are just two of the countless heroin-addicted youth roaming the Castro district near downtown Seattle. Harbingers of the New Amërïkä, their days are spent hustling passersby for spare change while preaching sectarian dogma to support their expensive Emperor Penguin habitat. Evenings, when the shadows lengthen and darkness shrouds their movements, they travel ghostlike, through the alleys and hobo jungles seeking sheltered enclaves and like-minded Jihadists. They’re often seen by the dim light cast by passing automobiles, stooped under crumbling overpasses like misty mountain apes, grimly lancing the painful pustules that flourish in the infected hair follicles on their foul and unclean back fat.
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The zippered flannel shirt is worn, not as simple fashion statement, but to pay homage to our friendly neighbors to the North. (Respect, go Burger King) The WWI slouch hat is a talisman to ward off the inevitable Ebola virus.
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The fingerless gloves aid in bestial fornication.
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On a related topic, I hope the next grand-standing asshole I see taking the “ice bucket challenge” dies of heart failure.
If you want to stop some disease, dump a bucket of skin-blistering hydrochloric acid on your head. See if that works.
“Rummaging? Douchey Wallnuts is the lexicon.
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Hermit summed up the world for me with that post.
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Is it wrong to shrink-wrap my deceased Bunny’s dirty car carpet to save her smell like a voodoo priest? I will look for hipsters at the water park tomorrow, but I think they stay away from bleach.
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Fuck the ice-bucket challenge.
Peace brother. I’m stooooooned.
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Hippies weren’t as dirty after all.
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There is no shame in saving Bunny’s stinking carpet, Reverend. Olfactory memory and its subsequent neuromodulators play an important role in staving off Alzheimer’s and Rickets. The ancient Roman gladiators would keep a small vial of dead wench estrogen around their necks so they could sniff it before battle to induce sleepiness and shit.
Speaking of neuromodulators, when is our beloved administrator going to post an Ambien-fueled comment pertaining to rough sex, and its diminishing effect on pre-teen obesity?