Friday, April 30, 2010

Its Funky Freaky Fantabulous Foto Friday

Why... just because I feel like it.  lets get silly.  If you have a better comment than one of our guest commenters... leave it as a comment.  Hell if you think anything is funny on this blog, leave a comment.  You can do it anonymously.  But your comments are like crack for us.  You comment, we write more.  fair enough?  Um k... and on with the Friday Fotos....

Who brought the old chicks? They can’t hold their steel reserve.  So much for a gummer later…

There’s nothing like the tri- snuggie with my 2 moms…

Who wants to smell my finger? (Who wants a whiff of the old chick?)

I love you Frank.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Stomach Shooters

We had a suggestion from a faithful reader.  To talk about “stomach shooters.”  Now that’s some batspeak for ya.  Keep reading to get more details on this special breed….  “And I say the blog should have an upcoming story about letting guys know that us girls need to be fore-warned before they explode on our stomach….”

And so unfolds a story of guys who sadly enough, “sneak attacks with jizz.”

My first experience with this was in college.  In a dorm room no less.  I already had my own apartment, but was already honing in on my cougar skills and decided to make the trek back to dorm world for some fun with the hot boy.  Now I thought he was really hot.  Apparently hot enough to ignore the fact that he was acting like we were in a porn and he insisted on jerking off next to me instead of actually hooking up with me.  At some point I finally realized he was more into himself then he was into me.  I probably should have left to test my theory but shit, I was already there so why not stick around to see how it ended.  Well let’s just say it ended with a very unsatifying pile on my stomach.  By now I can’t even remember if he cleaned it up, or if I did, I only remember thinking WTF.  And what a waste.  Why did we not just have sex?  Why instead did he have sex with himself and land his unborn babies on my stomach?  Isn’t that what condoms are for?  Or a combo of birth control and pulling out?  (it was college here, give me a break).
So a few of us girls were sitting in the student union building one day and his name comes up.  I of course feel the strong need to tell everyone about what had happened on our “romantic evening.”  I quickly recover by saying  “OMG guys! Don't tell anyone I told you about this poor boy! 
Later that day he IMed me this morning during class and was all, "I hope you said all good things about me!" I was all, "Ummmm, yeah!"   As it turns out, he had also IMed one of my friends that day and simply said "yooo". She did not feel that such a tactless IM required a response.  He also invited her to his apartment party, too. I told her she should bring a towel...Poor guy.  But on the bright side, he didn't sneak attack my mouth with jizz.... (some might say….I know I don't need those empty wasted calories!)  I however would suffice to say that at least it would make your skin clear up.  But from a random, no thanks.
So he will forever be remembered as the “Stomach Shooter.”  We may even start “Goober Tuesdays” in his honor…. Thoughts?

Saturday, April 24, 2010

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Friday, April 23, 2010

I love my delusions.

Apparently some people get offended by our posts.  So here’s my advice.  Waltz your cellulite ass over to the dictionary (it’s a big book with words and their definitions) and look up “random thoughts” and “delusions.”  Oh, you’re too lazy?  I did it for you on Wikipedia.
- A delusion, in everyday language, is a fixed belief that is either false, fanciful, or derived from deception.

So that means if I want to believe that pigs can fly,

that fruit can talk,

or that vaginas can be made of sushi,

I am well within my rights.  Read the effing title of the blog.  Its fiction people, and if there’s something you are worried about, maybe you should go to your gyno instead of airing out on the walk to your local precinct to see McGruff the Crime Dog and show him your high school paper printed in Times New Roman on your word document. 

If that’s not enough for ya, here’s a little something called “Freedom of Speech.”
Freedom of speech is the freedom to speak without censorship and/or limitation. The synonymous term freedom of expression is sometimes used to indicate not only freedom of verbal speech but any act of seeking, receiving and imparting information or ideas, regardless of the medium used. In practice, the right to freedom of speech is not absolute in any country and the right is commonly subject to limitations, such as on "hate speech".  I didn’t say I hated anything, not even sushi.

This blog is a silly happy fun place to have fun with friends. 

Thanks for reading!  No go get some teriyaki and ginger, and call it a night.