Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
today is kevin rowland day
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
vocaloid tuesday 14 - inbijiburu
these posts are really evolving, heh?
click the ENGAGE to see what interested me this exciting new week of bocaroido
click the ENGAGE to see what interested me this exciting new week of bocaroido
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
my new hipster favs
getting into cloud nothigns today because i loved total babes (cleveland) so much!
gonna post more stuff by these blokes
gonna post more stuff by these blokes
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
arnold swarzenegger wow pic
i don't about spelling his name
arnold schwarzenegger
there
ahnold plays a henchman in the long goodbye, a 73 crazy noir that i forced myself to watch
damn the god damn 70s and their thoughts
oop u broke the 4th wall dude
arnold schwarzenegger
there
damn the god damn 70s and their thoughts
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
vocaloid tuesday 11 - ボカロPっていましたよね？ | bokaroPtte imashitayone? VocaloidP Was There Right?
about the title - it's a song i can't find subs for!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Gilbert Gottfried is my favorite comedian
This is a repost from the amazing My First Blog
You know, there's been a lot of speculation tonight about Joan Rivers' vagina--how old is it? How dry is it? How many men died during its construction? Well, good people, I have had sex with Joan Rivers. And I can tell you from experience that her much-maligned vagina is in fact a glorious thing of unparalleled beauty.
It was early in my career. I walked into a green room. Who do I see? The great Joan Rivers. At this point in my life, I'd already had sexual congress with dozens of Joan Rivers impersonators, and most were total gentlemen, like Mr. Mario Cantone.
But Joan was an animal. She quickly disrobed. Her ashy, yellow, veiny skin was cold and smooth to the touch like a dead komodo dragon, which made my young comic's custard cannon rock hard. She spread her legs and I was immediately blinded by a flurry of bats. When the bats had cleared, I saw it-- the fabled Joan Rivers vagina. It was magnificent, a gleaming pink flower, glistening with morning dew. It filled the room with sunshine and rainbows. A unicorn looked out of it, winking as if to beckon me inside. "Take me," Joan hissed, "fill me with your seed so that I may live another century."
She climbed atop of two cases of Rolling Rock and began thrusting her heavenly loins upon my young comic's goo bazooka. I shouted, "take it all mein Bobby" then she exploded, sending a hot rush of love slime sloshing to the floor where it burned a hole into the sewer below. Spent, I fell backwards tumbling into the furiously masturbating Tom Arnold, only to watch the great Joan Rivers slither away into the open drain pipe.
I'll never forget that sight, because I haven't been able to open my eyes since.
It was early in my career. I walked into a green room. Who do I see? The great Joan Rivers. At this point in my life, I'd already had sexual congress with dozens of Joan Rivers impersonators, and most were total gentlemen, like Mr. Mario Cantone.
But Joan was an animal. She quickly disrobed. Her ashy, yellow, veiny skin was cold and smooth to the touch like a dead komodo dragon, which made my young comic's custard cannon rock hard. She spread her legs and I was immediately blinded by a flurry of bats. When the bats had cleared, I saw it-- the fabled Joan Rivers vagina. It was magnificent, a gleaming pink flower, glistening with morning dew. It filled the room with sunshine and rainbows. A unicorn looked out of it, winking as if to beckon me inside. "Take me," Joan hissed, "fill me with your seed so that I may live another century."
She climbed atop of two cases of Rolling Rock and began thrusting her heavenly loins upon my young comic's goo bazooka. I shouted, "take it all mein Bobby" then she exploded, sending a hot rush of love slime sloshing to the floor where it burned a hole into the sewer below. Spent, I fell backwards tumbling into the furiously masturbating Tom Arnold, only to watch the great Joan Rivers slither away into the open drain pipe.
I'll never forget that sight, because I haven't been able to open my eyes since.
Friday, December 2, 2011
minibosses new album. brass 2: "2 brass 4 u"
brass2mouth is out.
i am happy. this is my 1st time being part of the scene when a minibosses album came out.
i have seen them twice in 2010 i think.
my 1st time was in PHX fir their 10th anniversary show in feb.
i had a fresh broken ankle from the night before. jeez. so much pain and pleasure.
my friends from theshizz took care of me though. i'll never forget that weekend.
my 2nd time was their triumphant return to magfest at the end of that year. what a glorious thing. i was drunk out of my mind and in a daze of awesome.
later that or the next night, aaron from the bosses, colin (ex bosses), stemage (metroid metal), and a 4th man (cant remember who - sorry!) did a secret show in jamspace (RIP) where they covered a cracking selection of failure songs.
this band and what they started is directly responsible for me being who i am today.
can't wait for my vinyl to ship in 2012!
if you are not down with these guys or the video game band/cover/arrangement scene, you should check it out. not even sure where to start anymore. maybe here?
also of note is that tim from the fucking champs produced this album.
the fucking champs are another life changing band worth falling for.
i am happy. this is my 1st time being part of the scene when a minibosses album came out.
i have seen them twice in 2010 i think.
my 1st time was in PHX fir their 10th anniversary show in feb.
i had a fresh broken ankle from the night before. jeez. so much pain and pleasure.
my friends from theshizz took care of me though. i'll never forget that weekend.
my 2nd time was their triumphant return to magfest at the end of that year. what a glorious thing. i was drunk out of my mind and in a daze of awesome.
later that or the next night, aaron from the bosses, colin (ex bosses), stemage (metroid metal), and a 4th man (cant remember who - sorry!) did a secret show in jamspace (RIP) where they covered a cracking selection of failure songs.
this band and what they started is directly responsible for me being who i am today.
can't wait for my vinyl to ship in 2012!
if you are not down with these guys or the video game band/cover/arrangement scene, you should check it out. not even sure where to start anymore. maybe here?
also of note is that tim from the fucking champs produced this album.
the fucking champs are another life changing band worth falling for.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
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