Sunday, January 22, 2012

Don't Be A Pussy. You Are What You Eat.






Don’t Be A Pussy



Well, you are what you eat, huh. We would like to think that we would not bail out on a few thousand people now and then, but come on. I can understand having a cupple drinks with a fugly drunk chick at the half-tab bar at “The Bottom of The Sea Bar” when you are the Master In Command of the cruise ship. It’s cool to show off your medals and bars and stripes and shit, which indicate that you are a bad-ass. That’s how we ‘Murricans roll, correcky? In Italy, well, they have invented the Mob. That says it all. They invented the Family. So who is to say that when some cuppla thousand fat, almost making it payable, wheezing, pasty, sun-burned heifers make it onto the top deck to partake of non-stop draaanking all week while their brats complain about the long line at the piss pool slide finally get a chance to swim in the real ocean, well, why not let them find their own way back to shore? If they don’t float, then let them bloat. Here are your links, in honor of Chicken Of The Sea.








Rock on, Cave Man!












Antidote from the Manos video from yesterday. “Fondle Her Elbows,” Puppet Style. You really should pay attention to things, ya know? Are you aware? lolz












Cool bike.






ET with a big butt.






NSFW My Nudes.






NSFW Female Boner.







NSFW Double Dild




NSFW My Brother Nick’s stuff.








Yup.


You are what you eat.









Oh, Yeah. willies story thing.







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