I saw this lad wandering about at Burger King.
What I really wanted was to see if this was false advertising. I was tempted to ask his girlfriend, but thought that it might be considered bad form. Especially since his father was with them.
I think I need this shirt. And maybe a pair of these for my MINI to complete the ensemble.
Time for another week ending comix spree! And the last one that is yours to bastardize?? SOOOO easy! Total softball! So I expect lots of goodness this week!
Steve– over at “Travelling But Not In Love”!!!
(Honourable mentions to Heat and Kevin).
Don’t think I chose Steve because of my anglophilia. I just happen to love a good George Michael slam!
When I’m bored at work (hey, it happens) sometimes I play the Alphabet Game with Chris over at “As Seen From Up Here”.
We play through gtalk.
Gameplay: choose a topic (usually dirty), start with the letter “a” and alternately come up with descriptive terms or phrases for your subject.
The other day we did “masturbation”.
Alone time
Banging spanky
Choking the bishop
Doin the Han Solo
Eggbeatin
Fire the surgeon general
Gravy makin
Holdin yer own
Icing the porcelain
Jacking off
Kill some babies
Liquidating the inventory
Milking the snake
Negotiating liftoff
Ordering the privates
Playing solitare
Questioning the subject
Relishing your hot dog
Slapping the ham
Taking a load off
Use the facilities
Varnishing the banister
Wanking
Xtra strokes for good luck
Yankie my wankie
Zebra striping the sheets
Sometimes it’s harder than you think to come up with a word or phrase for a certain letter.
Feel free to add your own! But I think all comments should be comprised of words or suggestions in alphabetical order!!
Who’s gonna be “A”??
TV knows of my undying love for Jason Varitek. He is probably my number one sports crush– followed closely by Adam Vinatieri.
So after receiving the picture below from RG, I decided to offer up this senryu:
Diamond warrior
Gladly would I split in twain
As your manservant
Translation: Jesus dude! Fuck me in HALF! PLEASE!!!!
It has been well documented that I’m an absolute whore for all things British.
Or for things with a British accent at the very least.
I drive a MINI Cooper and would love to have an original one (right hand drive of course). I love Bond films. And Emma Thompson. And the Spice Girls!
I love listening to the BBC World News on NPR. It’s loads nicer to hear how shitty the world is when it comes from a smarmy British voice.
And it should come as no surprise that I desperately want to have sexual relations of the most inappropriate sort with Prince Harry.
Oh, and when I do an over-the-top acting and/or fakey explanation of something, I invariably adopt a shoddy British accent. Somewhere between Kenneth Brannaugh and Winona Ryder.
Given all of this, how is it that I have completely missed out on the British tv programme “Top Gear”???
It’s one part talk show, one part monster garage, and one part road & track review. With some pimp my ride thrown in.
I watched some of it last night for the first time. Totally fun!! I was “hooked” (pun intended) the moment the camera dude’s prostetic arm came off and got jammed in the double decker car’s steering wheel!! It kept flipping about whole they were racing!!
I’m going to have to add this to my DVR queue.
Curse you, BBC!!!
On saturday, Ii went to an adoption event put on by the Angels of Mercy shelter. And i came home with a roommate.
Phoebe (my newly adopted cat) and I spent the whole of this past weekend adjusting to each other.
She is such a sweet thing! She is SO not people shy and she is totally an attention whore (sound familiar??). You just hold out your hand and her head is drawn immediately to it like a magnet.
Saturday was the big adjustment day, although she still spent quite a bit of it curled up on me. Saturday night was the challenge.
She evidently felt the need to explore and play most of Saturday night. She wouldn’t relax or sleep and was up and down from my bed all night
The first time she jumped onto the bed i was nearly asleep– I think I jumped three feet in the air.
Yesterday went much better. We took a nap together in the afternoon, and she slept on my chest. A picture appears at the bottom.
And last night she slept most of the night (thank Buddha). Although she has episodes still where I think she gets nervous and forgets where she is, becuse she starts meowing.
She is a real talker. I think I’ve catalogued like 7 different meows in the past two days.
Dainty little meows, concerned meows, agitated meows, a meow that sounds a bit like Stevie Nicks. And my favorite– one that honestly sounds like she’s saying “hello”.
“Raor-roooh?”. I shit you not.
She’s playful and follows me around a bit. She nearly comes when called even! And if you pat your hand on the cough or your lap, she will jump right up.
I hope she continues to acclimate and grow to love her new home.
Cute, crazy kicker
Life of party, crackin’ jokes
Keep showin’ your stuff!
It’s Li’l Bastard time again, kiddies. Hope you enjoy this weeks putridity. And remember– as always the last one is yours to bastardize!
That’s right, Jimmy from “My Big Fat Lazy Blog” has won this weeks caption contest!!
(honourable mention to Mathias in Oz)
