OK, so I'm reading
DW's site (yes, I realize she goes by the moniker "Eden" now, but she'll always be Dirty Whore to me. awwww), and she happened to mention
here that she always blogs while nude.
Well, unless she blogs from work. Duh.
Or, when it's cold, in which case she wears a sweater and slippers, with her Eroscillator "in place".
I jokingly mentioned that the only way that she could be sexier is if she had her hair in curlers. Yes, jokingly. I mean, who thinks curlers are sexy?
And then I thought about it. There are some pretty freaky people out there. Hair in curlers? Fairly tame. Conclusion: there's
got to be people out there with a hair-in-curlers fetish. Right? I mean, fuck, there's people out there who get turned on by left footed goats with colored horns, why not something as simple as curlers?
OK, so let's all picture it. Dirty Whore at home, blogging away, with a sweater, no bottoms, slippers, vibe in place.... with a big head full of rollers.
Rawr.
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OK, have you ever been sitting at your desk, and then you drop something... like a paper clip, or a coin, or a piece of candy... and then you look around on the floor, in the general vicinity, and you can't find it. And you look and look and look, and you still can't find it.
And then you see the thing you dropped, on the floor, like, a
hundred feet away?
And then you wonder "How in the fuck did that get all the way over there? I dropped it over here!"
Like, just now, I was eating some Goldfish crackers, and the bag is on my right. I dropped a goldfish, and I was looking all over for it, but couldn't find it, so I gave up. 30 minutes later, I found it... in the hallway. Like, 15 feet away. WTF?
I dunno. There must be some rule of physics that states if you drop something at your desk, space somehow warps, so that it's at least 10' away from where you'd think it'd be.
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Today's gonna be a great day, I can just feel it. So, happy music!
Happy. Happy.
Happy. Happy.
Wow, the more you type out "happy", the more that it looks misspelled.
Anyways. Here's your right clickable music for today:
Jackson 5 - Shake Your Body (Down to the Ground)
Dude. Remember when the Jacksons were all about music and not freakiness? Let's dance, let's shout.
Was Not Was - Walk the Dinosaur
Boom. Boom. Aka-laka-laka boom. Boom. Boom. Aka-laka boom boom.
Kiss - Let's Put the X in Sex
Romantic. Plus it's got a little cowbell. Would be more romantic if it had more cowbell.
Sir Mix a Lot - Square Dance Rap
This is for
Macgeezel, who put the old school Swass back in my head when she posted "Posse on Broadway."
MC Hammer - Addams Family Groove
Dude. 2 legit.
OK, one more. This is a classic... well, as far as metal cheese is concerned.
Ozzy & Lita - If I Close My Eyes Forever
Now, go forth and conquer.... some beers! Or martinis! Or whatever the hell you drink.
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Dogs can smell cancer.
"The issue is not whether or not they can detect cancer, because clearly they can. The issue is whether you can set up a system whereby they can communicate with you. That requires further ingenuity," said Tim Cole, a professor of medical statistics at Imperial College in London, who was not connected with the research but is the owner of a labrador retriever.
Neat.
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Survivor talk to follow. So,
Goldie, buzz off!
OK, is it just me, or are these the stupidest people ever on the show? Both teams. The women and the men.
First of all, last week, the men voted out a strong link (because he was perceived as too much of a threat down the road), and kept the
painfully obvious weakest link. I mean, the guy couldn't even
crawl over a balance beam, and he singlehandedly lost the challenge (a challenge they were
winning).
And then last night, that Baby Huey dude was telling John, that they wanted to vote him off... again, because he's perceived as a threat.
Dude. You're still in the "team" phase of the game. Don't vote out your strongest links until
after the merge. It's too early to start playing against each other. The goal right now is to have the strongest team possible going into the merge. The more strong links you vote off early, the less challenges you'll win, and the weaker you'll be come merge time. Fuckin idiots.
And the women. Geezus, how did Scout escape all scrutiny when it came time to decide who to vote out? I woulda thought she was the obvious choice... definitely before LeeAnn, anyways.
But I thought Dolly's exit speech was cute. At least she wasn't mad, and she realized that she wasn't cut out for the show. Too bad. She was cute.
One other item of note... it is just me, or is that Rory dude a little bitch?
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So. The story of the Boobiethon. Flash back to two years ago... This story is about the supa-famous blogger (and new mommy, yay!) Robyn. She had many friends. One of these friends was Sporty. Sporty wanted to visit Robyn (in FL) for her 30th birthday, but she lived far, far away (in PA). Robyn's birthday was also in the middle of Thanksgiving weekend, and Sporty had nobody to be with on the holiday. So Robyn started a campaign for donations, hoping to raise enough money ($359) for a plane ticket. Now, as I said, Robyn had many friends, as did Sporty, and we were all happy to throw in a few bucks. It's what friends do. As an incentive, Sporty was willing to show off some cleavage/racy pictures (but nothing too racy)... and then the donations started pouring in. And then some of their friends decided not only to donate, but to submit their own racy-ish pictures. The $359 barrier was easily eclipsed, so Robyn decided that the excess would go to charity... and what better charity than the Susan B. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation? It was perfect. Boobies for boobies. Well, that first year, over $1,200 was raised for charity. It was then that Robyn decided that this should become an annual event. So, a year rolled around, and the Boobiethon was on again. Only, this time, there wasn't anybody visiting, so no plane tickets needed to be bought. But Robyn wanted to keep the same spirit as last year, so she decided that the first $359 would go to a different charity, with the excess again going to Komen. The other beneficiary was PAWS (Pets Are Worth Saving) Chicago. And there was much boobage. Bra shots. Wet T-Shirts. Chocolate covered nipples. And again, the donations poured in, reaching well over $6,000. And now, it's time for the third annual installment of the Boobiethon. This year, the first $359 will go to Rock the Walk, and the rest will go to Komen. Let's make it even bigger and better than last year, shall we?
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From
Transbuddha...
Here it is, folks. The
Greatest Photo Gallery of All Time. And that's all I'm gonna say.
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