Showing posts with label private parts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label private parts. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

You're Full of Shit, Psycho!

In honor of Donald Trump, a big old ugly piece of shit...

Sometimes, if your poops are too big, you have to do a little extra work to make them, uhm, go away. I think the best way to handle this situation is to fucking remain fucking calm. Stop the poop water from pouring out into the cat litter, cuss as you hurry to kick the rugs out of the way, yell at the cat who is trying to help, and cuss some more.

When the calm of the storm finally arrives, I like to sing this song at the top of my lungs...



While plunging the toilet with this...


...in a manic, crazy kinda way. Bonus points for leaving the door open and smiling in a manic 'I really enjoy this' fashion. Extra bonus points for holding it, dripping poop water, at someones neck when they ask if you need any help.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Phallictastic

What are these?
This enlightening shift in perspective seems to once again prove that sex sells, even when we don't recognize it. From the artist's website:

Still Life (Cosmetic Bottles), by David Baskin

This ‘still life’, a selection of store bought cosmetic bottles, was cast in pigmented rubber. By stripping the products of their brand recognition, logos, or semiotic labeling, one begins to see the high aesthetic quality of these objects and a latent eroticism is revealed.

What do you think? Latent eroticism or deodorant bottles?


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Just a Bag of Bones.

I would like this very much. So the murderer in the woods can make the stabs quick and to the point. And so the handsome doctor who saves me knows what he is dealing with when he performs a lifesaving makeshift campfire surgery.

I do not want the Asian man in mine.

Monday, February 14, 2011

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

He said, "I think we should see other people."
I said, "Are you positive? Cause I am!"

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Lovers Snowy Adventure.

Babe, pretend it's my junk.

Babe, would you like me better if I were Crasian?

3rd Rock from the Haters

I believed you were a beautiful hunk of man meat from the very beginning. And I've got my freshman year in high school diary to prove it! Do you want to be my boyfriend?

10 Things I Hate About You:
1. You are short.
2. I got caught polishing the pearl at least twice by my mom because of you.
3. Your name is hard to spell.
4. You kissed Zooey.
5. The tall brassy blonde in your life is Kristen Johnston, not Erin McCarson.
6. You frenched Alex Mack! Jealous!
7. You FRENCHED Alex Mack! Super Jealous.
8. You knew Health Ledger. Alive.
9. I don't have your phone number so we can text playfully throughout the day.
10. ALEX MACK!

I ran into him on the street a while back. Truth be told, he was tiny! But very handsome. Tit level will do just fine. Joseph G-L, you are adorbs!


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Shit or Get Off the Pot, Vader!

'Goddammit Ron, just let him wear the outfit or he's never gonna make poopies.'