Is it just me or does the gent in your first pic closely resemble a slightly melted 3 scoop ice cream cup?
The logical assumption is they were returned to their home under the sea and lived happily ever after.
A Children's Bedtime Story Once upon a time, in a kingdom far,far away lived an old man named toytoy. Toytoy lived a very long time and many of the viilagers thought he would surely live forever because his strange antics pleased their gods very much. Then one day, without warning, toytoy went to forever sleep. The villagers were very sad and ran around yelling "Toytoy is dead! Oh whatever shall we do?" In the midst of their dispair a great and powerful wizard appeared and commanded ""Toytoy thou shalt live!" To everyone's amazement toytoy opened his eyes and began breathing again. This was cause for great celebration and there was much singing and dancing. Their beloved, foolish toytoy was with them again. Sitting in the middle of all the celebrations toytoy realized he had one great regret in his life... Was it that he wanted to pilot a rocket? Or feed starving children? Or maybe to climb high mountains? No, no, and no. He REALLY wanted to pee on a police horse. Toytoy got on an airplane and flew to the far away kingdom of New Orleans where there were lots of police horses to pee on. He then went to the magical place called "Bourbon Street." It was filled with many happy villagers. They were so happy they were peeing and vomiting everywhere. That's how grown-ups know they're really happy-when they're peeing and vomiting at the same time. Toytoy saw a police horse, but it was far away and there were to many villagers between them for toytoy to pee on the hose. He thought and thought until he had an idea. If Mohammed can't go to the moutain, the mountain should come to Mohammed. Toytoy climbed a light pole and tore off the sign that said "Bourbon Street." He began beating it against a pole and screaming. "YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!" yelled toytoy at the top of his lungs. Sure enough the police horse came over and toytoy began peeing on it. Then the man on the horse took his billy club and began beating poor old toytoy's oft injured head. Can you say "Police brutality?" Soon other police horses arrived and they took toytoy, now covered in blood, vomit, and urine, away. Everyone could tell toytoy was very happy because not only was there pee and vomit, but there was also a lot of blood. The trifecta of grown up happiness. One Bourbon Street villager said in admiration "What the fuck was that guy's problem?" Wasn't toytoy awesome for following his dream? --------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok....the truth is I peed on a dead squirel, tripped over a root and hit my head on a birch tree leaving a huge, red welt on my forehead. But that makes me sound less awesome and more like a borderline retard who should wear a helmet every time I'm vertical. And before anyone asks-no, I didn't set out to pee on a dead squirel, it just sort of happened.
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-18044108" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-18044108</a> RIP Carrol Shelby. And also RIP Toytoy's dignity.
This is the weekend me a few thousand strangers ride our bikes for 210 miles. This video pretty much sums up how I think it's going to go: Spoiler It's going to blow.
It's martini time! No, not really. What do you take me for, a homosexual? I kid, I kid, I enjoy a dirty martini from time to time. BUT, I AM seeing The Reverend Horton Heat tonight! The show is sold out and it's a small-ish venue so it will be a beer soaked, greasy good time. I'm also seeing a punk band tomorrow night at the same venue for another sold out show as they play their first show since they broke up 7 years ago. It's going to be a damned good weekend.
I have a riddle for you all. I appear every week in virtual space, a digital blackboard for CJ to deface, With pictures of anus encompassing fist, I often contain a French reading list. I used to be surrounded by tits like our favourite Thracian, But now merely demystify missing crustacean. What am i?
You are an Allord, I think. He hates the French, posts the most god-awful pictures I have seen, and I think he;s a marine biologist or something. Although he doesn't appear every week anymore, so maybe not.
I was trying to subtly note the lack of pictures in this drunk thread, but unfortunately all I can conjure is gibberish. Of course, that's worked for generations of poets, so perhaps I'm on to something.
Further to this, the phrase "I don't even know this guy but I already want to throat-punch him" was used in reference to me at one point in the evening. I assure you it was merely incidental to everything else.
Every time I see the Tibette thread I impulsively want to scream "Free Tibet!" Does this happen to anybody else or should I start wearing Velcro shoes and park in the primo parking spaces that not even cabs or expecting moms get.
Yes, but only in the sense of supporting Nom in his quest to break the shackles of his biology and embrace his inner woman.
He is willing to deep throat a Wii remote in mixed company. How much harder do you want him to embrace his inner woman?
Depends if he fondled the nunchuk part of the wiimote as well. People always forget the dangling parts. More importantly, does the wiimote still work and does nom giggle every time his friends hold it?
We're all mourning the loss of MCA in our own way. There's an armchair in my living room that I've had sex on several times. I can barely contain myself whenever people sit on it.