Taht's right, Kids. I'm out in January. You can get Breast Implants that are MP3 Players. I do have a blank spot on my desk. It would be like a stress ball...
I've never been into sports, but, as today's post is attesting, I'm all-tit... No need to beat me up about it.
If you don't know Halber Mensch, then school yourself, so we can all be Geniale Dilettanten.
Blixa Bargeld gives guys like me hope. Pale and scrawny can be a good look. Shit, I hear Buscemi is a sex symbol in some circles... "I told you not to leave me alone with Buscemi! I just couldn't help myself."
Who is Ben Porter?
I just wet my pants a little. This page is for my 3 blind Mice, Mz. Yo, Agru, and our favorite Son of Krypton, Kal-El. I'll see you all in a few days... The motherlode of music for three ears +Burroughs Dial-A-Poems this side of Archive.
I was getting all psyched-out and intimidated about moving to Europe, then I saw this. I can almost hear his little snailvoice in his little snailhead... " How do I feel? How do I feel? I feel like a mean Motherfucker, Sarge!!!
The Supreme Martian Overlord has a Blog.
Who doesn't love a showoff assjock on a prosthetic crotchrocket?
I saw that, and said, in my best Studio City accent,"Well, Guh-day!" It made me laugh... Se, it looks like that Kangaroo has a big ol' Wangaroo... Nothing? Not even for "Wangaroo"? I see how it is... Turn on some spacy house music, wear some tweed, and just watch this page. I'm serious about the techno.
Sorry about that. Now, cleanse your palate with the antibacterial power of cartoon viking rock... and Abaci. Would that be Abacii?