Supermoob America Vs. The Holy Cleavite
Moobs vs. Boobs. It’s like the graphic novel that Alan Moore never come up with.
Site’s been buggy this morning. Ha to reset the server. In the meantime, mock some supermoobs.
Eight months later, and you end up with this.
Why British Yobs With Bad Teeth Become Rock Stars
I know I talk about Rockstar Leniency Rule in service of the performative arts. But Ronnie Wood, yer ballsack is taskin’ me, man. It’s taskin’ me.
EDIT: What’s all this, then? Apparently that’s Rod Stewart on the left as well. Piss off, ya tossers!! Nice teeth.
Cocky Racoon Learns to Make Love the Old Fashioned Way
With an electric cattle prod, a half-pound of bacon grease, and a short Guatalupe towelboy named Yajah offering Gatorade, ice milk, and nipple clamp cathode rays delivered in short bursts to the upper colon.
Well, That's One Way to Quit A Job
America, f#@k yeah! (video not actually made in America)
"Fellini's Sadoucheicon" (1978)
Sorry undergrads, they only screen this one in grad-level classes.
"Cocky Racoon And The Case of the Missing Crisco"
Sure it’s easy to look back at Shel Silverstein’s unpublished 1973 children’s book, “Cocky Racoon and the Case of the Missing Crisco” and say that it’s totally inappropriate for children.
But it was the early 70s, man.
Times was different.
Back then, children’s books frequently featured fondling, group orgies, rampant drug use, goth makeup, and an annoying, trendy music video director slash fashion photographer from Dusseldorf shouting “Make eeet beeger!! Sexierrrrr!!” at models by a pool.
What?
It had a moral lesson, too.
Don’t do drugs, kids.
Or grease up for a trendy music video director slash fashion photographer from Dusseldorf.
The Self Made Fistaculous
The Self Made Fistaculous wants the world to know one thing: “Paper or plastic?”
Jenny from the other block sips her rum and Coke pensively. For it was overpriced.
Your humb narrs was not invited to the Game of Thrones premiere last night. Hollywood shmoes who create reality shows don’t got that sorta swag. But I don’t care. I still can’t tell what the hell is going on on that show.
The last part of this post had nothing to do with The Self Made Fistaculous or Jenny. But hey, think of it like a public diary with ADHD.
Fro-Mo
If they ever cast a pseudo-punk rock ethnic Brady Bunch, Fro-Mo’s got total dibs on “Peter.”
Carly’s sultry Mayan Eye of Coitus reminds us why people frequent overpriced bars. It’s all about the fantasy. The night belongs to fantasy. Fantasy can be had. For $75-125, not including parking.
Sheeney Head Shane Skips School To Get Craaazy With Swedish High School Girls!!
This is a scene from the Joseph Goebbles biopic, right?
Nazi references for the joke-killing loss.
It’s like the anti-humor variant of Godwin’s Law.
Besides, just because Swedes are Aryans, that does not make them Nazis. I dated a Swedish girl in my 20s. She was very attractive. Or maybe she was from Denmark. Alls I know is she was blond and had very white teeth and was an Au Pear. It was the best of times. I have no idea where this story is going. Perhaps I should have a coffee.
