Friday Thoughts and Links
Ah Francine. My Francine.
I must save thee. From the illegitimate son of Bob Dylan and Pedro Sánchez. Before Napoleon sees.
For I respect you for your mind. And my desire to softly rub mashed blackberry jam atwixt your thighs using only a spoon and a dollop of Oxyclean for some extra tingle is purely in the interests of science.
I would gnaw. Upon Francine’s shoulder suckle. And then I would dream of cake.
Here’s your Friday Links:
Here’s a behind-the-scenes pic from Season #2 of my show, Is She Really Going Out With Him?, which just finished our first week of shooting. The Giggle Hotties are regrouping over lattes.
Oh Skweezy, you wacky dude, you almost had it.
Scientists name a foot long leech after New Jersey. Up next, a new strain of ass herpes named after Scottsdale.
This delightful European Quartasian has extremely large breasts and librarian glasses. I felt it needed reiterating.
Renowned actor Bruce Greenwood (Thirteen Days, The Sweet Hereafter, Capt. Pike in this year’s Star Trek) got his start in the best T&A movie of the 1980s, Malibu Bikini Shop.
We’ve seen douchey Yankee caps. Now check out a douchey Yankee.
Breaking: Canadian Douchebags Slain in Mexico. It’s not nice to make fun of murdered people. Unless you’re Jay Leno and it’s Nicole Brown Simpson.
Details is the latest magazine to jump on HCwDB inspired scrotal deconstruction, and gets ridiculed here, although I can make neither heads nor ass pear out of the logic being used.
Speaking of true greatness, lets not forget what a real punk legend looks like, Joan Jett, who continues to blow today’s wannabes off stage.
Okay.
You’ve been good. Sink your teeth into this Meaty Meat Ass Pear. They are two finely shaped Christmas hams swirling amidst kaleidoscope eyes as I bite them with Aunt Bea watching proudly from the kitchen.
And celebrate. For it is Friday.
