Bozo Bartholomew Tests 'Bag / 'Nottabag
Spikey hair at the pool, perhaps, but that’s about it. Genial attitude, laid back presence, and lack of garish tatts and adoucherements are commend-worthy.
I’m inclined to go with a Notta and a goinpeace for Bozo Bartholomew. There’s just not enough ooblek to convict.
Sexy Suburban Shelley is hard to read, but she’s scoring a solid 86% positive on Hotten Tomatoes.
Doggie 'Baggin' Lives On
Still out there.
Still a perplexing decision when deciding how to pose for a photograph.
What next, culture? Congress of Cow?
Something Went Terribly Wrong with This Gentleman's Head, Hair, Arms, and Upper Chest Area
And by gentleman, I mean Shoescrape of Choadscrote.
Katherine and her bestie, Tori, like to powder each other’s bottoms in the cloakroom with chalk dust and a powder puff from the 19th Century.
And by bottoms, I mean butts.
Esoteric Wednesday: Flyteeth Gets Down
Fly.
Arm Tissue
I would expect nothing less at the Omaha Nebraska Shriner Club’s annual “Baldness and Porn” party, held every May. Be sure to buy a raffle ticket! Kathie Sue’s pies ain’t gonna eat themselves.
And by pies, I mean vageen.
HCwDB Self Portraits: A Consequence of Technology
As humanity reacts to the rapidly developing technological age, there are many wondrous facets of development that incur.
New forms of interactivity.
Exciting modes of communication and representation that produce new iterations of identity grounded not in the physical, but in the imagined and spectral.
New networks of information no longer bound by region or language. Mirrors of tangential connection in the virtual spectrum. A buzzing and alive network of collective thought refracting shards of ideas and fragments in channels of a-chronological and disassembled pathways.
New avenues of thinking open up. A revolution of idea and concept.
And, of course, douchey self-portraits in mirrors. A sub-strata of the need to validate the real through the virtual in Debord’s society of the spectacle.
The Putzshmuck Hits on Daria
As the great Lenny Bruce once said, “Hey! What’s with this putzshmuck hitting on Daria?”
I’m paraphrasing, of course.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall…
Who’s the something something with hot chicks of them all?
I know what you need.
Some ass pear ass pear.
