Showing posts with label yuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yuck. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2009

Friday, February 13, 2009

Yuck

As a brief follow-up to some comments I made a couple of weeks ago about inept users of Google, I give you:
I WASH MY MOTHER FUCK
Yeah, caps and all... Whatever, dude...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I'd rather cut my own legs off...

...than wear "mantyhose!"


I mean, come on, do these guys actually expect to get dates? (Er, with women?)
It's quite practical in some ways. It prevents chafing, for example, when horse riding or cycling, but it's also a good alternative to bulky underwear if you need some warmth.

"Chafing?" "Bulky underwear?" I don't chafe, and I don't mind the cold. You calling me a sissy? And besides, what kind of idiot woman wears pantyhose when she's horse riding or cycling?

Mantyhose, man-bras, men's mascara, skirts and dresses for men... Maybe someone should clue these marketing geniuses into the fact that any man who wants to wear a woman's clothing is going to go for the real thing. And, seriously, I don't have a problem with that.

Friday, September 05, 2008

The Apocalypse Is upon Us

Read the awful, shocking, horriific, you'd-never-imagine-it-in-a-million-years truth here.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Green Slime

As the sinus infection I mentioned last week is clearing up, and all manner of filth spews from my nose, I find myself oddly reminded of the pics you see below. Hope you're not eating lunch. Click to enlarge (if you insist).





Are you still here?