Monthly Archives: March 2003

“If you don’t hit the condoms you know what you get, don’t you?” An educational, yet amusing game for this monday morning: The Condom Game.

“We don’t know who ‘Marcy’ is, only that she thinks ‘enchilada’ is wacky Mexican talk for ‘shit on a shingle.’“

I recently shared this with SOFA and in his maroon, cushioned greatness, he suggested I dish it out for all the Hot Poopers. Okay, a little background info: I received one of those fraud-type-letters-promising-enormous-riches almost identical to the very first … Continue reading →

A boot a day keeps the doctor away: Stockholm 73… or maybe you prefer some video? Wait a minute, I’ve got it, you like good oldfashioned MIDI’s don’t you…

Okay, now I’m mad. I think I’m gonna have to hurt someone for this blasphemous act.

Where is this all going? If you thought the Carrot Auction was weird, get a load of this. Yes, you read right, buy the rights to a Boob Diary.

Hold on to your seats, because this is a finding that will change your life forever: we are all nothing but a creation from Barry’s enfeverished imagination!!! I took this morning a picture of KUR Corp. Office, and see what … Continue reading →

Another good reason for not visiting these wretched isles – Filthy Habits.

“It is with regret that one’s husband and one must decline your kind offer of moules et frite this weekend. kindest regards, Elizabeth II R.

What better way to kick off a Friday: Night Owl II now available. Again: grab it while it lasts…

I first met her in college. Believe it or not, my music professor introduced us. She’s charming, articulate, and so absurd she’s almost a work of artistic genius (but not quite). If you haven’t already been introduced, meet Virginia!

“Honor your daughter, sister, wife, lover, mother, and especially yourself with a Wondrous Vulva Puppet.” The complete catalogue, here. How to set an emotional tone of lightness and confidence, at this place.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike, and I am a complete and utter pathetic loser. I am twenty-four years old, short, pudgy, balding, poor and have nearly nothing to offer a member of the opposite sex.” How … Continue reading →

Okay, people, it’s time to get busy with some upward mobility. This one’s for all you aspiring cosmetic surgeons. That’s right, it’s the Spice Girls Face Lift!

“The top ticket price is about the same as the average Chinese person’s annual income”. Will they send the tanks in if they play Street Fighting Man ?.