I suggested the shaving as a suitable alternative to the laborious chore of evenly cutting the dog’s hair and randomnicole of It’s Not us It’s You heard my words and took the only logical course of action.
I think the little sucker looks happy with it! Don’t you? He looks a little healthier, too!
So put my TV up for sale on craigslist today. It’s a nice HDTV, but sucks at playing any non-HD content, including normal DVD’s, which I rent a lot of from Movie Madness.
The first offer I got was from the people who work at Forbidden Body Art a local tattoo store, offering a trade in tattoos for the TV. I think, if I wasn’t going to be short on cash very soon, and I actually had a tattoo idea, I would take them up on it.
I think the day I finally get a tattoo, it’ll go down like this. I’ll start going to a local strip club regularly. I’ll find myself a nice girl to fixate on: a real peach. I’ll display unprecedented enthusiasm for her performances, and then I’ll deliver the coup de grace, when I rip off my shirt while she’s high in the air, pole dancing, to reveal a huge tat of her face across my chest. She will fall off the pole in shock and knock herself out. Yeah. That’s my tattoo fantasy.
I ran across a neat blog today called Photoshop Disasters. They’ve got a great collection of hilarious and ironic fuck-ups that range from the stylistically inappropriate, to complete pooch fuckings like this Norweigan bus:
Edgy!
It’s kinda like Best Week Ever or the Soup for advertising/editorial imagery.
This Spongebob Rectal Thermometer plays the Spongebob theme when finished taking your temperature, while its metal tip still rests gingerly in your warm rectum.
Nothing like a little tune to liven up your ass pokey.
Going out on a limb at the risk of making my blog too intellectual, but here goes! Recently, Scott Beale posted a blog about kittens on treadmills. Logically, since I have the mind of an adolescent boy, it occurred to me to search “cat on fire.” in YouTube.
Found only one incident, and the video is of a news report, not the actual burning cat, which caused me to experience disappointment and relief simultaneously.
Couldn’t someone have at least lit a fake cat on fire, thrown it across the room, and dubbed it over with a hearty, “ROOOWWR?”