Showing posts with label cock-tail UP boys??. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cock-tail UP boys??. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Some Recent IMs

This from Tom Weingard:


This from Andrew Gall:


And this from Jessica Foster:


For more on Phoebe Summersquash, click here, here and here.

Friday, September 19, 2008

No-Curse Week Is Over.


Piss cock fucker shit pussy.

Titknocker.

Balltits.

Smegma queef doucheslapper.

Cockburgers.

My nuts in a gift bag.

Chinkfucking cockdouching assraping cunts.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Junk 'n Donuts

On a dare from a reader, I agreed to order from that little cart near work that stores donuts at cock-level. If that makes you question this writer's maturity, maybe you shouldn't be reading a blog named "Eat A Dick Joel," smartypants.




Overall, not a harrowing experience, but not a pleasant one either. But at $1 a donut, it's way, way cheaper than ever ordering from that place across the street, Pret A Manger. *shudder*

Friday, April 11, 2008

Marco! Chulo!

A January 10 entry chronicled the passive-aggressive drama between a guy named Marco and his runaway Cockapoo Chulo.

It's two months later, and I noticed that the flyer isn't up anymore.


Has the tiff between Marco and Chulo been resolved?
Did Chulo run away for good?
Has Marco learned that his snide scolding will only push away his cockapoo?
Did someone get the reward money?
Should Tom call the number for another disastrous investigation?

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Tom Investigates.

Give that man a Jade Mollusk Award!

Punny Delight

Delight admitted that "Cock-tail UP, Boys!" is a terrible, nonsensical pun playing off the cocktail bar setting of her photograph. And she was gracious enough to share all her rejected flyer taglines (click to enlarge):

A Favor, Por Favor


What bugged J'Net is starting to bug me now.

Can someone call the phone number here and ask Delight what the fuck that tagline of hers means? A Jade Mollusk Award awaits whoever gets an answer without a charge on your credit card.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Postcards From Whoretown!

On pretty much every square of sidewalk in Vegas, there's a guy sullenly handing out flyers for escort services. Over the weekend, Joel and I grabbed as many as we could, just for yuks. They're kind of like Pokemon trading cards, except they're really expensive to fuck.


When I came home, I shared the cards with J'Net. She spent a lot of time reading and organizing(?) them.


The piece de resistance, however, was one that Joel happily captioned himself:



Sidenote: I just recently tried to give these smutcards to Tom Weingard as souvenirs, but he politely declined.