Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Monday, July 28, 2008

Fela Kuti - Black President - Pt. 2

Saturday, July 26, 2008

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He knew he was in big trouble when confronted by two militaristic warrior women after his plane carrying smuggled ball gags crash-landed deep in S&M country. For hours, a sadistic, yet oddly arousing game of sexual interrogation had been fun, but his back and ass had been ravaged enough. Since neither one of these pissed-off man-eaters were responding to his safe word ("plastics"), escaping the braless brunette’s unyielding whip and the blonde’s crushing boob death grip would be no easy feat. But don’t worry, the highly experienced Paco Camino Man will not only have these two angry tigers tamed in no time, but they’ll all be arriving VIP style in Stuttgart later to see Kraftwerk.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Vintage Ad: Winston cigarettes, 1968

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Warts and all, and no Surgeon General's warning either.

Monday, July 21, 2008

The following handwritten letter was recently discovered crumpled up on the summer steps of McKinley Hall:

Dear Lisa,

Remember when you explicitly screamed that I shouldn’t under any circumstances put that rickety homemade tank containing thousands of Mexican jumping spiders in your room while you were away at fashionista camp? Yeah well, uh, I might have completely accidentally left the tank on your bed while I was out shopping for an escape-proof tank and like now all the spiders are totally gone. Don’t worry—I got a couple dozen of them back, so like, that’s promising. The rest are probably just hiding in your mattress waiting to feast on human blood. You know, statistics show that the average sleeping person unknowingly eats like seven spiders a year anyway.

Oh damn, is it the 132nd or 133rd spider bite that causes blind delirium and uncontrollable bowels?

Kristin

Song of the Day:

The Karminsky Experience, “Departures”