March 10th, 2010
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First parade of the season has nothing to do with the Irish or the West Indians.
It’s the Tailpipers, a select group of women who refuse to face the camera when posing with motorcycles. Tailpipers aren’t crazy about wearing pants or loose garments, either.
Lookit those tiny wheels!

The local CHiPs officer has bullied many a Tailpiper into submission. Thank you for recognizing a truce for this fine parade day, Sgt. Callahan.

Gun it, Sobe, but don’t lose your hat. That would be so embarrassing.

Bringing up the rear the Tailpipers who keep the cabooses clean.

I have a feeling that the Tailpiper Nation online is several hundred thousand strong.
respek
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March 10th, 2010
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Always beware the “chill” ones. From Craigslist:
OK, so I had my friend Jerry over for some pre beers prior to going out Saturday night. He brought
over his friend Bob who was really chill and down to earth. After a few rounds Bob got a phone call and asked if he could use my bedroom for some privacy. I absolutely had no problem with that and let him go for it. After about 25 minutes he returned with a bright red face and a little uncomfortable disheveled way. We asked if everything was cool and he said “yeah, just a really intense conversation with an ex!” OK. We all went out and had a great time. The next morning I woke up and noticed my “goodies” drawer cracked open. I looked inside and noticed that everything was out of place especially my DILDO!
I am super Anal about the cleanliness of “Mr Big” so I smelt it and OMG… It smelt like ASS! DID YOU BOB, USE MY DILDO, IN YOUR ASS? I am absolutely disgusted with this situation and now have to go find myself another dildo. I do not know what to do about confronting you, so I am hoping you read this!”
You just know Mr. Big was dying for some strange … and then Bob comes along to provide a little sweet taste of mangina.
Next thing Mr. Big knows is that ol’ tuna can who’s been abusing him all these years has the gall to say he stinks! And then throws him in the garbage!
Ain’t easy being a dildo.
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March 10th, 2010
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… and he’s the shit.

That frontwards rat tail is making Hector Camacho jealous.
Anyway, RIP, Corey Haim.
Peaked in Lucas, was in the Lost Boys, should have been in The Goonies, didn’t make the cut for Stand by Me, stole all the scenes in License to Drive, and now he’s dead of a drug overdose.

Look at that chicken scratch, how stoned was he when he signed this pathetic pledge to no one?

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March 9th, 2010
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A little friend of mine used to work at a bar and grill down on the coast of South Carolina where the waitresses wore these lovely tanktops…. She broke the thing out last night and modeled it for me…
- Jakedasnake

Thanks Jake, a lesson for us all. The tits, the late nights, the boozy memories…all need not be things of the past.
Jake hails from a land where t-shirts can tell you all you need to know about a person. Here’s a shot of him at lunch.

I come from a land where tittyfuckingthatass remains a high priority – even after the relationship falls apart – even if there wasn’t a relationship in the first place.
So this means my “future ex-to-be” didn’t notice me on my scouting mission.

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March 9th, 2010
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Here in New York it’s the 4th straight day of sun and mild temps.
That’s 4 more of these kinds of days than we’ve had since October, so … spring is in the air and it’s time to shear the winter wool…

For soon it will be summer, a time to admire great flip flops.

Is anyone familiar with Rozlyn Papa, of the Bachelor? There’s an interesting video floating around…
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March 9th, 2010
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This great one was emailed in, kind of self-explanatory.

A 5-year old sucker punching some party fags. Sweet.
Curious, I looked at chatroulette.com … though fraught with potential and getting popular, it’s creepy as shit.
I chose not to beam my sorry face to the ChatRoulette community; in hindsight this was a courtesy they didn’t particularly deserve, yet this chicken shit decision helped preserve whatever is left of my dignity.
My jaunt through this video chat site was dull until I unclicked ’safe’ – big mistake. Though not scarred for life, I’m certainly scarred for morning.
I saw none of this …

… or this ….

… but I did get a graphic glimpse of this sort …

… and it made me karate kick my computer. Goodbye forever, ChatRoulette.
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