Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
R.I.P. Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes was world famous for composing the streetwalking funk classic "Theme From Shaft," but "Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic" is truly epic.
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Michel Fugain "fais comme I' oiseau" 1971
Feist ain't got shit on Michel Fugain & his rainbow dancers flying high on mushrooms.
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He’s hellbent for denim and horseman to the manor born. Besides looking utterly fantastic in a rugged waist-length leather ranch coat, this stud is nailing two ace-high whitetail city slickers down for a weekend of beating the devil around a stump. On the shoot, but he ain’t no bunk artist, he got the bulge. Sure he’s an odd stick playing to the gallery, but even full as tick, he's in apple pie order getting a wiggle on with the fillies. You may have been waiting to find out that the Paco Camino Man is of course, hung like a horse and right as a rivet too. That ain't no lick and a promise either.
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Monday, August 04, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Classic TV Cheese: T.J. Hooker, 1982
As officer Stacy Sheridan, the beautiful Heather Locklear poses undercover as an exotic dancer. A really awful exotic dancer. On a stage equipt with handicapped handrails.
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The following handwritten letter was recently discovered on the marble steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Hey girl, I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your lavender scented aromatherapy insoles for my shoes and damn, it’s like a flower garden shit all over my feet. Oh yeah, something else you should probably be aware of is that I sort of accidentally implicated you in a grisly double homicide by sending damning manufactured evidence to FBI crime scene investigators. Sorry, my bad, but those detectives were so darn cute! I just had to see them again. Anyway, the Feds just need to do a thorough body cavity search and impregnate you with the sperm from a mysterious lizard man, and boom, just like that you’re off the hook for the murders.
My ass acne is coming back nicely thanks to spray-on Rash in a Can,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
Rosebud, “Have a Cigar”
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