Showing posts with label If we're talking dog-eat-dog you'd better be the one chompin'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label If we're talking dog-eat-dog you'd better be the one chompin'. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
NEW BOARD
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Wrestlin' MC was his Claim to Fame
Too many folks don't know how much we lost last week. R.I.P. the first wrestlin' MC, we wish you really were back.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Death Waft
Nuclear reactors are burping and farting in Japan.

Loser question to health food store employee: Do you have a miso that helps repel radiation?
Winner answer to fuckhole: We're all out of miso. Just breathe deep, you'll be fine.

Loser question to health food store employee: Do you have a miso that helps repel radiation?
Winner answer to fuckhole: We're all out of miso. Just breathe deep, you'll be fine.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
A tale of two dongs!?
…sitting here with Seldomwright wondering about the veracity of the claim that the dongerator was first unearthed in my van on a cross-country-trip, with our model friend. History is a slippery subject. Was Chocolate Jelly Love the same implement that fell—it was taped to the ceiling—onto a certain friend with a commemorative Waffle House tattoo while his future wife was, well, in the act of, use your imagination? There's a "firm" memory of washing a similar—but possibly "caucasian?"—dong off after it had been moshed on at a show and used in a tasteless "Princess and the Pea" hoax at Morehead Ave.?
Any takers? Let's not cower in revisionist history here! Are we talking multiple dongs? Did Divide and Conquer—no pun intended—have a separate device on tour at some point? Have the myths merged?
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