Friday Thoughts and Links
Sometimes all one can ask for in life is that a skinny punk-ass doucheclown gets rolled on his way to the parking lot at 4am. Let it happen to this guy. I don’t ask for much, Ganesh.
Random links as I clear out the pixel closet on a Friday:
Next generation trashbags.
Dear God, won’t somebody please think of the children??
Day 2 of Fun Fun Fun Fest at Waterloo Park
Peyton List wants to pelt my lower back area with assorted Dunkin’ Donuts donut holes, then quietly lick off the sugar glaze residue while juggling hamsters and humming the theme to The Dirty Dozen.
And finally, the man who does not breathe the same air that you or I breathe, the man who is a Pharaoh, He Just Bangs Bitches and Makes the Shocker.
It was another great week of curvy suckle thigh and punch-worthy assclownage. Thanks to all the ‘bag hunters who took the time to send in pics and/or emails.
Your humble narrator on our journey through the collective boobie/douchey unconscious, DBJung, is off to get drunk on cheap beer, slur my words, and hit on that bartender at The Well.
And she’ll pretend to like me. And I’ll over-tip.
More updates from a post-hungover DB1 in the morning.
