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Friday, March 13, 2009
Today's Worst Entry
I've always thought that in photos, Brian Johnson of AC/DC looks like he's about to sneeze.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Damn, Missed It!
This was last Friday, and I had no idea.
I mean, I rarely ever miss the XXX Pre-Valentine's Day Blacktail Booty Fest. It's kind of a yearly tradition with me and my family. (Dang, I should've signed up for the Anthony's Corner Cafe email newsletter!) Then I would have known that if I purchase tickets for myself, my wife, my Mother, Father, and brother, then a ticket for my mother-in-law would have been free. Then we could have all spent a lovely pre-Valentine's Day Friday night having a nice, quiet dinner and then watching the booty drop and roll.
My Dad would have truly enjoyed Dakota's chin-straddling booty shake or Juicy's trademark "down low" ass pump. And Mom would have feigned offense but would have loved to watch 69 do her nasty stank thang with the champagne flute. Heck, even my brother would have had fond memories of Cinammon's (sic) flashlight nip nips and Dynamite's ability to shine light out of her ragged coochie. Then we could all have bought matching XXX Pre-Valentine's Day Blacktail Booty Fest T-shirts to wear to the next softball game or family reunion.
Jeez, why do I always find these flyers too late?
I mean, I rarely ever miss the XXX Pre-Valentine's Day Blacktail Booty Fest. It's kind of a yearly tradition with me and my family. (Dang, I should've signed up for the Anthony's Corner Cafe email newsletter!) Then I would have known that if I purchase tickets for myself, my wife, my Mother, Father, and brother, then a ticket for my mother-in-law would have been free. Then we could have all spent a lovely pre-Valentine's Day Friday night having a nice, quiet dinner and then watching the booty drop and roll.
My Dad would have truly enjoyed Dakota's chin-straddling booty shake or Juicy's trademark "down low" ass pump. And Mom would have feigned offense but would have loved to watch 69 do her nasty stank thang with the champagne flute. Heck, even my brother would have had fond memories of Cinammon's (sic) flashlight nip nips and Dynamite's ability to shine light out of her ragged coochie. Then we could all have bought matching XXX Pre-Valentine's Day Blacktail Booty Fest T-shirts to wear to the next softball game or family reunion.
Jeez, why do I always find these flyers too late?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Cap'n Brynn o' the Cursed Houndstooth Pearl
Yaaaarrrr! Ahoy, ye scurvy scallywags and lily-livered curs! Me ship be plunderin' and carryin' on the sweet trade on the high seas! Aye, a sword in the belly is a fair trade fer twenty doubloons and a bottle of rum, me hearties! With salt in yer eyes and the grog in yer belly, 'tis a merry course we chart upon the treacherous waters of Columbus Circle.
Why, me sea-farin' lassies and I set anchor at yon Coach Store with our newfound booty from a night o' pillagin' and pilates. Gangway! A fine turquoise Peyton handbag fer less than 600 pieces of eight blows wind in me topsails, ye mangy seadogs! And the new spring pattern for a Penelope Swingpack, aye, is a prize I've kept me telescope on since I first spotted her in the November Vanity Fair. Yarrrr!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Bonus Suckage
This was at Detroit's convention center (not on the same day). Suddenly I'm not hungry for a wrap and a smoothie.
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