Archive for November, 2007
Furry bondage kiddyporn, with implied incest. I cannot wait to see how many hits that particular phrase brings in from Google. I’m genuinely confused as to what disturbs me more about this video; the fact that someone thought it up, or the fact that so much effort was put into it’s production. I really want the instructions on how they made that sweet Beagle Boy mask though.
New DuckTales Theme [CollegeHumour.com]
Oh, Britney, is there anyone in the Western World who hasn’t seen your nasty little cooter? For someone who claims she just wants privacy, she’s had a hard time doing the things she needs to ensure that privacy, like say, wearing underwear. Anyways, as with all precious moments, Brit’s Box has been converted into collectible form, to be placed on your grandmother’s knick-knack shelf between the frowning child on the toilet and the little girl in the too-large gumboots and oversized yellow umbrella. Titled, “OOPS SHE DID IT AGAIN”, in all caps, no less, this charming little piece of art is available at a very-reasonable $39.95 USD. Click here to see the uncensored version, and while you’re at it, check out their spectacular piece called “Baby Drop”, which enshrines Michael Jackson’s inability to do anything right when it comes to children. Order both, save on shipping (and never speak to me again please)!
Ah, another shining example of humanity’s ability to show tolerance and love. Er, maybe not. Thanks to GayGamer, we have this lovely little example of why I really don’t give a flying fuck about playing online: Everyone’s a jerk. A Halo 3 player who goes by the gamertag of xxxGayBoyxxx (subtle!) has compiled some rather damning evidence of the lack of maturity commonly found in the grim cultural wasteland that is online gaming. I honestly cannot believe some of this, but it’s a proven fact that when you don’t have to look someone in the eye while you’re talking to them, all social filters (aka “politeness”) get tossed faster than an illegal immigrant when the feds start sniffing around.
God getting on your back? Satan won’t stop calling you? David Letterman keeps peering in your windows to watch you change? Keep them away the easy way with a Paranormal Restraining Order. At only $5 a pop, these babies are a steal for sure-fire protection against the above mentioned entities, as well as constant pests like extra-terrestrial visitors, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and even the Grim Reaper himself! Check ’em out, and tell them Uncle Frank sentcha!