Saturday, March 20, 2010
Cookie Earlobe Man
Cookie Earlobe Man don’t take his lobes out for no one, Princess.
No matter how nekkid you get for the iPhone self portrait.
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The only thing wrong with that chick is that she isn’t standing next to me.
I like all of these bathroom portraits.
I pooped in a toilet, once.
Being of middle-aged sensibilities, with the unadorned, un-mutilated body and Cialis prescription to show for it, yours truly is at a loss when contemplating the appeal of the “cookie earlobe” syndrome. Perhaps one of DB1’s younger, hipper, less flaccid and more tatted up fans could expound on this phenomenon for our edification? Wethinks Crucial Head, DarkSock or Troy Tempest might offer some words of enlightenment…(or perhaps even a commenter of the female persuasion…)
Now please excuse me whilst I return to my kiddie porn and await enlightenment.
@ Choad
You got me. Perhaps it’s an urge to return to a primitive state. However, then one would shun Iphones, right? Or maybe it’s a desire to out-freak the next guy. Well, when soccer moms are coming to the shop and wanting to “gauge” their ears, there goes that. (And it’s “stretch”, not “gauge”, you stupid fucks!!! “Gauge” is not a verb!!!!)
Methinks it just makes a handy holster for the balls when you’re getting fucked in the ear canal.
BTW….Mantra tattoo on the ribs? Could we not? Thanks. I’ve had enough of putting “Faith”, “Believe” or “Beauty” beneath your tit creases, ladies.
He looks like Prince after a wiring accident.
Note the lime green towel strategically hanging between their bare abdomens. Is that a cum towel, or a make shift microbiological barrier placed there at her insistence. If I was her, I wouldn’t want his navel chiggers jumping ship for greener pastures.
Actually, If I was her I’d be third knuckle deep in myself right now.
Oh wait, I already am.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen hair as bad as this guy’s.
Medusa Oblongata – actually, gauge is a verb or noun.
He looks like ass-hair that was used on a Q-tip to clean a day laborer’s crack…
Before marrying the chick from the Cosby Show, Lenny Kravitz and Apollonia mock fame with this dated hotel room reminiscence. However, Lenny appears to have a more advanced communicator leading me to assume that they were involved in the “Menagerie” episode of Star Trek. The green girl blew Captain Pyke while the big headed dudes were watching and she insisted that Lenny get a BlackBerry or she wouldn’t swallow.
Green Lady. I must stop drinking.
And I should get married and have nice kids. Oops. I did that. Back to the cheap beer and doobies.
Hopefully with God’s grace and mercy, by the time I’m on my 14th Zima (ETA: 3 hrs from now), this disturbing coupling will be a long forgotten memory.
SO. CLOSE. TO. TOILET. MUST. FLUSH. POO. DOWN. AWAY. FOREVER.
I had one of my students ask me where to buy googly eyes, so he could insert them into the inch-wide holes in his ears. He looked way better than this loser.
I’m tempted to offer her a dollar, just so she’ll have to drop her hand from her boob to take it.
I peed in a toilet once.
Her eyes
an her tits
an her ribs
are sticking out
I’d fuck her!
My cat’s breath smells like cat food.
@Medusa
That guy does look a lot like Prince. She looks like one of the cast of the off Broadway version of Rent.
Do you people realize how stupid you look when you take a pic of yourself in a mirror? In case you’ve never heard it before YOU LOOK LIKE A TOOL There, the world is round now.
Does her underboob mantra say Plead?
“i’d like to buy a green towel, but only if its really sticky and stinky”
when pot dealers are using the web to create plausible deniability, its time to legalize it already.
does it sa “Phwap” on her ribcage?
“Pfah was here”?
Is that an Oreo in his ear or a Hydrox, the lame Oreo-competitor cookie launched by Sunshine Biscuit Company in 1908, four years before the Oreo was supposedly introduced?
I bought a box of thin mints once from a Girl Scout who looked like this guy.
I was too frightened to refuse.
What appears to be a tatoo under the chick’s boob, is actually an incision where her spleen, and part of her soul was removed.
There is not enough single malt in the world to blot this one out.
He looks like the offspring after Prince had non-consensual sex with an emu. She looks like what is scraped off the floor at your local family planning clinic. Together they make me anorexic because I can’t hold down any food after looking at this picture. YUCK!
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Was middle school really that bad for these two that their lives turned out like this?
When are these guys going to start putting plates in their lips too?
@Choad-
like many things in our culture, it was once an “underground” and “counter-culture” kind of thing that began in the 80s, and rose to prominence in the 90s and has since died down a bit as two successive generations of young people found that looking like Bambang Batak from the hills of Java tends to put you on a different pay curve, given average skillsets. I am personal and close friends with a number of people with large lobe holes and massive tattoos. A few in particular are truly remarkable people. One is an artist in Oregon who does really remarkable work and makes a decent living off it. The other is a crackerjack programmer in the bay area who’s a bit of a total fucking genius. And he rakes in serious green. And if you get idiots like Joe Blow here and his skanky fucktoy here, these people are just your normal average Americans living the Big Life in their own way. And because of their choices in their appearance, they are now and will always be marginalised by the rest of society.
I’m sure Suzy Skankowitz here is a perfectly nice girl when she’s sober and on her meds. However, here, she’s drunk and having left her prozac at her mom’s house, she’s basically crawling back into her defiance mode. “Look at me – I’m nekkid with my boyfriend who loves me and understands me. I can do this because I can. Nya Nya Nya.” Of course, douchebrain here will cheat on her, and then dump her, feeding her poor sense of self esteem into yet another disastrous life with yet another douchebag, and so it goes.
If you want to understand the roots of all this stuff, which is actually quite fascinating, as it also impacts the tattoo culture as well, I would recommend reading RE/search magazine :
http://researchpubs.com/Blog/
My favourite issues are:
RE/Search #4/5: W.S. Burroughs, Brion Gysin, Throbbing Gristle
RE/Search #12: Modern Primitives
You see the list of other issues here:
http://researchpubs.com/Blog/?page_id=101
I am also a VERY big fan of the “Incredibly Strange Music” issues, which were released as CDs.
Seriously fucked up shit there. Like some idiot who SUCKS at Indian Sitar playing “Up Up and Away (in my beautiful balloon)” backed up by some craptastic Muzak orchestra.
beeee beem bee beempyur beem beem beem beem beem byouooorr wow wowow…
Instant mental death.
Order it here:
http://www.researchpubs.com/cds/ism1prod.php
I’m sure Medusa can give you the details on the tattoo end of things, but it fundamentally was a product of this Neo-primitivist renaissance in the 90s, that was a hard core anti-civilisation anarchistic response / inversion to neoliberalism (which is not liberal. at all.) you can see predecessors in the New Wave / punk rock of the early 80s (viz Liquid Sky etc. If you haven’t seen it – REQUIRED VIEWING) which set the stage for the neoprimtivists and the resurgence in tattoo and body art.
I hope that helps.
Just say NO to meth. Meth is bad.
@ doucheywallnuts 12:36
You and your stupid cookie conspiracy theories. One of my co-workers used to be a QA Manager for both Kraft and Oscar Meyer, and I’ve heard some seriously freaky shit from him. You have no IDEA how deep the snack food cabal goes. They’ve got their fingers deep in many pies (so-to-speak), up through the top ranks of governments around the world.
– Gerard C. Smith, the first chairman of the Trilateral Commission was also the chief U.S. delegate to the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks (aka SALT), and awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by Jimmy Carter (a peanut farmer).
– One of the stages in the processing of uranium into weapons grade material is milling it into “Yellowcake”.
Coincidences? I don’t think so. It’s two small elements of a massive, world-wide confectionery conspiracy.
Try digging deep into the whole Krispy Kreme phenomenon sometime. It’ll blow your f’ing mind!
Meh. These two kids are the latest victims of the recession.
@ Jacques Doucheteau
I think Gerard C. Smith was also a member of the Pentaverete…
“Baby, the car needs gas, we’re behind on rent, there’s no food in the fridge & my att bill is due. now put the green towel back on & get out there & earn us a living!”
@jaques, not just that, but how do they justify their activities to the uninitiated masses? pie charts!
its why they distract people with vague and not so vague sexual metaphors
ho-ho’s
sno-balls
nutter butter’s
magically delicious elfs
chip’s ahoy, more like chip’s a homo if you ask me….
@ Medusa
Thanks for at least positing a theory of form-follows-functionality for these obscene mutilations…
And pray tell, what is to become of these bizarre appendages ten years hence? The mind reels.
Any one know anything about those slacker portable units? Can you hook them up to a stereo system?
TIT
Heavens to murgatroid, even! Milenium Douche has come! And whatta hott!! Oh my my… I would lounge naked in a rosebush outside her domicile on the off chance that she might toss her used footbath water out the window someplace near me. Then I would wallow in it.
I dislike the term “white trash.” I dislike taking out the trash. But this “trash” is in need of some out taking. And after a 6 of Swiller Light’s maybe I’d have a go at the chick. Just don’t tell my mom. Or my girlfriend. Or my employer. Or whoever those guys are that issued my security clearance.
If I ever saw a guy like this passed out at a party, I’d buy every Goddamn Master Lock that WalMart had in stock and turn him into a small yet effeminate Jacob Marlowe.
Getting more tattoos and modifying your body to the point where you lose your job at the Taco Bell drive-thru doesn’t make you cool dude!
As requested, I posted a long and rather excellent explanation to Choad about the culture of bod modification and the post has disappeared, which means someone deleted it and I would like to know why.
never mind – my browser must of hicupped. I see it. now. Weird….
…Marley.
Jacob Marl..
aw fuck it. Deep sixed that joke.
@ DELD 11:11
Yes, you are correct, as in “We’ll gauge the situation and come up with a better porch beef recipe.” Mea culpa. What I meant was, in the arena of piercing, “gauge” refers to the thickness of the jewelry, “stretch” is what you do to the body piercing to accommodate a larger gauge. However, misuse of the word has led to guys like this coming in and asking, “I wanna gauge my ears and put in a larger gauge.” That’s like saying, “I’d like to tire my wheels and put on larger tires.” Shoulda clarified.
@ Euripidouche, JD and DoucheyWallnuts–
Great. I’m already completely paranoid, now I gotta worry about snack cakes too. *Sigh* Move over, Illuminati, there’s a new peril in town.
@ Choad TDS 3:57
Well, basically, you remove the jewelry and your earlobe looks like a piece of wet linguini. Or an earthworm. Watch out for birds….
@ Troy:
I don’t see it either and I also wanna know why.
@ Capt BD:
Oh, thank you. I was getting a nosebleed trying to figure out who the Eff Jacob Marlowe was.
But now, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Posts with more three or more embedded links are automatically held for a mod to approve them. My newly empowered posse’ll soon figure out how to approve those things and let ’em through. Carry on…
– management
@ db1 what why these rule changes?
@ comex: Because a lot of spam is directed to the site laden with links directing you to deals on (hand)bags, or term life insurance (which I just zapped) or low credit / no credit condo leases on the crease of Plinky’s Mom’s butthole (dibs, muthafukkaz).
cookie earlobe man deserves that hole in his ear, i hope the process of it was painful and hurt him, if not then i’ll cut both his damm ears off, how you like that dude?
is it my eyes being fucked up or do her boobs look fake? my first thought is they probably are since she maybe orignally had kiddie sized boobs, usually these type of tit inflating sluts have had so much cosmetic surgery you cant tell whats fake or not, also not forgetting their pretending not be fake personality.
Dammit Boss never delegate to drunks. Unless you’re in an architecture firm, because then you basically have no choice other than delegate to drunks.
Remember the 90’s Oreo Cookie jingle?
This picture brings it all back:
“There’s nohing like the taste of a whorey ol’ nookie…”
@ MEdusa and all
The lovely Ms Oblongata wrote:
@ Troy:
I don’t see it either and I also wanna know why.
Okey dokey. It’s 1 AM and I’m fucking hammered on Cuban Rum, so I’ll do my best.
It was a cascading kind of thing, where a variety of impulses, some more noble than others, were pressed into service and mulched together in the syncretic blathering of postmodernity. But it started in the 70s.
A particluarly brutal performance artist in the 70s was Chris Burden who had himself at various times: crucified to a VW Beetle, shot in the arm with a rifle, sat in a live electric chair with a sign asking people to fry him, fired ,a href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKiU2w48PDs/RkovkKk0FOI/AAAAAAAABIg/vHAxcC1HGWo/s400/I_CBURDEN.jpg”>pistols at aircraft, and had himself hogtied so he could crawl across a parking lot full of broken glass. He also tried to drown himself in a wash basin. He used his own body as the platform for his art, and did so quite explicitly.
Another serious whack job was Hermann Nitsch. He would get dozens of people involved with his multiday “celebration” where animals were slaughtered, gutted and their bodies crucified along with naked people
The early 80s saw a resurgence in costumery and radical make-up applications. Just watch the movie Liquid Sky or videos by New Romantic bands like Adam and the Ants or Eurythmics for visual cognates. Tattoos had always been around but had been predominantly the province of sailors and prisoners. At the same time, there was a movement in art, in terms of Performance Art, where the body took centre stage. Discussions of biopolitics and the irreducibility of the physical came to the fore. Karen Finley performed “Yams up my Granny’s Ass” in 1986, and soon a cover story, “Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts” appeared on the cover of the Village Voice. She would also have performances where she would cover her naked body with food.
A few years prior, in the early 1980s, Linder Sterling of the band Ludus, would go out on stage wearing a dress made of meat.
In the 80s, Stelarc began doing incredible body modifications, things like dangling from two dozen hooks that were stuck through his flesh. Much of the aesthetics of this came from the Fluxists (people liek Maciunias, Mac Low, Yoko Ono, and many others) were developing performances that were body centric in the 60s. But stelarc took it to a completely new level. As the fluxists were trying to bring the body back into art, after having been banished by abstraction, stelarc declared the body as obsolete and that we now live in a new world of cyborgs and zombies – the body is superfluous and can be manipulated at will, like so much canvas. He recently has grown an ear on his forearm.
Along with Stelarc was the example of Genesis P Orridge – from the bands Throbbing Gristle and PsychicTV. He has multiple piercings, reputedly 13 of them to his penis. He has also since acquired boobs further blurring the line between male and female, a point already driven home by the New Wave movement in the early 80s with androgynous stars like Annie Lennox and discussed in the film Liquid sky:
And I was taught that to be an actress, one should be fashionable, and to be fashionable is to be androgynous. And I am androgynous not less than David Bowie himself. And they call me beautiful, and I kill with my cunt. Isn’t it fashionable? Come on, who’s next? I’ll take lessons.
At the time, in the late 80s, early 90s, many of these practices came to a dramatic rise – penises with studs through the head, dorsal cuts or even simply split completely in half.
OK – so by the time we get to the late 80s, there is this rich history of avant garde conceptualism that focused on the body as a kind of canvas or screen for art.
The jump from there to a massive surge in Tattoo art is stupidly elementary. Same thing with giant ear gauges and tongue studs and nipple rings and all that – it’s basically Stelarc for the masses. This was given a conceptual weight as it was a method of forming a subcultural community through obvious identification forms, and much of it centering around the Future Primitive and neoprimitivist anarchist subcultures. Neither required body mods for group membership – quite the contrary – but those involved were more likely to be of a neoprimitivist or neotribalist persuasion, hence the interest in Tribal tatts which are a weak echo, a dreary commodification of that understanding.
I hope this helps and makes sense. It’s 2 AM and I’m beat.
Troy:
1.). I’m sorry, but it appears your pal Stelarc is growing a pocket pussy on his forearm, not an ear. Which is EVEN BETTER.
2.). You had me at ““Yams up my Granny’s Ass” in 1986”.
Oh and here’s some Hermann Nitsch Images to fuck with your head:
crucifixion
blood and nekkid chick
Blood soaked epiphany
a blood and guts scrum
you get the picture.
Troy’s Sunday Thoughts and Links.
Is there a Tubgirl version of Rickrolled?
tomorrow we’re gonna have a test on the history of bodily mutilation in general.
guess who’s gonna fail the test?
COOKIE EARLOBE MAN, THAT’S WHO!
… sorry.
come to think of it, Princess Nekkid would probably fail the test too. but Princess is allowed to cheat on her exam.
i’m such an unscrupulous turd.
I just threw up a little in my mouth. There are travesties of humanity and then there is the perversion that is Cookie Earlobe Man standing with the uberhot skankitude that is Princess Nekkid. How do things of such tragic magnitude occur? Perhaps it will never be explained. Perhaps it doesn’t matter because the explanation would just be cause of further irritation. Whatever the case be, Nekkid, give me a call. You and I can be “special” friends for a while. At least until my better judgment kicks in and I realize what I have done. Cookie Earlobe Man, aka: douchetude extrodinair, you can even watch since I’m positive you are both into that sort of shit…
@ Troy and Medusa
I caught some reoccurring Eurythmics reference, but 15 seconds after reading what you wrote, I have forgotten it all. Fuck am I drunk. Seven pints of Dead Guy ale doesn’t really hit you ’til you get home and sit down. That and the 2 lb. chorizo torta from the 24 hour Mexican restaurant conveniently located on the way home from the Barmuda Triangle really did a number on my sense of… things.
I had a whole rant on Little Debbie oatmeal creme pies saved up and ready to go. Now all I can think about is how I really should have gotten an horchata instead of that pork and egg spicy gut bomb sandwich. Oh my GAWD it hurts so bad!
If anyone out there can hear me right now, please help. I don’t wanna live like this.
I’m sorry Baby Jesus! Make the pain go away!
@ Steve L.
I know you’re an inscrumptulous turdle, but I love you man. I love you sooooooooooooo much…
And on my way to pass out on the bathroom floor:
Troy,
I’ll see your Herman Nitsch and raise you one Alejandro Jodorowsky.
Now if you’ll all please excuse me while I wash down a couple Vicodin with some peppermint tea and pray to the Virgin Mary I don’t shit myself during the night. Thank you.
The key word in DB1’s post here is “self.” Cookie Earlobe Choad can’t properly appreciate that nakedness up against his pseudo-body because he’s too enamored of himself.
If he were straight, he’d be photographing himself motorboating those puppies…..or just doing away with the iPhone altogether…..
@Jacques:
I hope you are feeling better this AM. Been there, done that, and loaded up the toilet with the results.
“yams in granny’s ass” was so popular it totally obscured “funions on grandma’s bunions” the “b-side” to mix media metaphors, also “grandpa stuccoed the game room with his nuts and the texture is incredible” and “my chunky little sister made a gundt cake at the tanning salon”
Such was Darla’s love for Todd that she gave her only rubbery gaping butt-hole as a donor organ for his earlobe reconstruction surgery.
…wonder whatever happened to R.G.B.? He disappeared around the time Pfah bowed out….you don’t think….? Nahhhh.
@ Troy
Thanks.
Mmmmmm…. Oatmeal, coffee and Exedrin: The breakfast of champions.
Thanks for those images Troy. Very uplifting, as always. Nice Sunday fare.
I think this girl’s rib cage tatoo is Darksock’s signature. ‘Cause peeing in stuff doesn’t leave any permanent evidence. Permanent psychological damage, maybe.
Hey, at least he has nice cursive.
haha its kurt tracy
Thanks, Troy! You’re a scholar of all things odd. I had no idea Mr. Orridge was so wacko these-a-days, I haven’t been paying much attention. And Karen Finley, gawd, I remember the furor over that. Makes me laugh that guys like cookie ears here think they’re hardcore. I at least know I’m a dipshit. I have a tattoo of Mothra and of a sandwich. Lighten up, cookie, or I’ll set those ears on fire and have tigers jump through.
HAHAHA SHE’S a hottie? she has a really bad boob job and a huge nose. kurt tracy is hotter then her. BUT they wont last anyways. He can’t handle commitment:) GOOD LUCK AMY! lol
@ Nevaeh ^
From the looks of him, I’d say he can’t handle women in general. 🙂 If that boy ain’t a cockk juggler, I’m the Queen of England.
HOLY SHIT!!! WHERE DID THAT SMILEY FACE COME FROM???!?!?! Can I trade it for a bigger avatar?
Well then…..
😉 🙁 😀
Yea here’s the latest hooker dear Kurty decided to take home. Talk about your large foreheads…..
Nasty bleeth, nastier douche. That’s all, really.
This chic is my brother’s ex-gf. He is married now with a lil babe and is currently serving in afganistan. Just some extra info!
Anon 3:37 p.m. is correct…..but who?
🙂
HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT????!!!!
😀 😉
GET THEM THE FUCK OFF ME JESUS FUCKING FUCK CHRIST!!!!!
🙁
AAAAAAAUUUGGHHH!!!! THEY’RE EATING MY BRAIN!!!!!! YYEEEEEAARGGGG!!!!!!
8) 😡 😛 🙄 😳 😮 👿 😥 ❗
WWAAAAAALLGHGHHGHHH!!!! [gurgle, gurgle]
I wonder at the green towel between them. Neither strikes me as the shy type.
Look mom, see how unemployable I am? Luckily, my squeeze can strip for middleaged, potbellied single douches.
@TroyTempest. Nice banana split picture. I gotta learn not to click on things, especially when they’re clearly labelled. Karen Finley may be yet anoher whacked-out “artistse” but frankly she looks emininebtly doable, with or without the chocolate sauce. There may be something to this whole culture shtick afterall.
That chick is disgusting
she’s not hot. she’s a douche’ette with fake titties and blue steel.
Cookie earlobes….wait till the Girl Scouts get hold of this marketing idea.
Skanky nekkid women with over-tatted he-skanks…God does truly make them and they actually DO find each other. Now, aint that special?