WTF, Temu?

We have now entered the David Cronenberg phase of online advertising.

Comic Strip Where The Last Panel Is Always A Remote Oil Rig

I Think That I Shall Never See. A Poem Lovely As a Pathmark.

 

End of the Year Closeout.

EADJ officially retires one of its bits to make room for newer, stupider ones.


Goodbye, you miserable middle-aged wretch!


Goodbye, you unlikeable, non-social person who's way too into dogs or cats!


Goodbye, failed art teacher with cutesy, "thoughtful" sayings slapped on the bumper of your '94 Volkswagen Beetle!


In other words, fuck off, Curlz!

Dick, Joel. Joel, Dick.

Well, Joel is back from his amazing 4-day vacation, all tanned and ready to eat California dick again. The Florida Keys dick was spicier but more musky– with sort of a game-y aftertaste. Goes well with stout. Especially if you thread a few pineapple slices on the tip. Mmm Mmmm, dick!

Joel came back sporting some pukka shells 'round his neck. Each shell represents a different dick that he ate. The dark shells were... WELL, YOU KNOW! LOL!!!!!

But in all seriousness, Joel learned something on his little sojourn. That no matter where you go to eat dick, there's nothing quite like the taste of down home cock and balls to make you feel right again. Salut!

(pictured above, Lauren Fontinel shows how much she's matured since her baby photo)