Answer: It's equally upsetting, but looking at stuffed animals will never really be the same again. I shudder to think that Tisdale, my beloved childhood teddy bear was bumping uglies with Mr. Tootie, a horny stuffed duck I won at a fireman's carnival.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
What's more disturbing: Poison covering "SexyBack" or the sight of these depraved stuffed animals getting their freak on?
Posted by Feo Mateo at 6:54 PM
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
The following handwritten letter was found crumpled on the unseasonably warm marble steps of McKinley Hall:
I had a word problem antacid trip about a train carrying Queens of the Stone Age leaving Chicago sometime yesterday and heading southwest at 93 MPH, while another train departing with Rage Against The Machine left New York traveling 87 MPH sometime the following Thursday in a northeast-ish direction. Winning a free bucket of variety chicken from Clucko’s, I determined the trains would intersect if operated by US American conductors who went to school in South Carolina and the Iraq, such as, and like had no maps. Funny, but after reprogramming my iPhone as a potentiometer measuring electromotive forces, which are of course, negated by variable resistances crossing through established currents, I found that it works perfectly great as a vibrating multimedia sex toy.
Hey does your pee smell suddenly like urine?
Song of the Day:
Fairmount Girls, “Sinkin’ In”
Posted by Feo Mateo at 10:25 PM
Friday, September 07, 2007
"Hit her with tangy Tipalet Cherry. Or rich, grape-y Tipalet Burgundy. Or luscious Tipalet Blueberry. It's wild! Tipalet. It's new. Different. Delicious in taste and in aroma. A puff in her direction and she'll follow you, anywhere. Oh yes...you get smoking satisfaction without inhaling smoke. Smokers of America, do yourself a flavor. Make your next cigarette a Tipalet."
Posted by Feo Mateo at 10:46 PM