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Showing posts with label bitches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bitches. Show all posts
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Hiromi
Ok time to get some bitches back in here, but with style.
Yeah, I'd fuck her. So what? Yellow fever has nothing to do with it.
...k maybe a little.
Time Control
Spiral
Yeah, I'd fuck her. So what? Yellow fever has nothing to do with it.
...k maybe a little.
Time Control
Spiral
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Christmas Eve
Santa's cummin'.
Odd Future - Fuck This Christmas
Immolation - Close To a World Below
Grand Belial's Key - Judeobeast Assasination
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Oh Dianna OHO DIANNA...DIIAYANAAAHHH
Nick Cave references are fucking hard to make when it's only two words and you can't actually convey what it sounds like bar some lame half-assed onomatopoeia.
Ugh.
Anyways I'd like to follow on from Slightly's post about what I'd like to refer to as "sandwich makers" but can't for fear of coming off as disgustingly sexist. And plus I'd be afraid that these guys would sue me.
Anyways, yes. Let me present you with this:
That's Dianna Agron from the musical TV comedy Glee, and as you can see she is gorgeous.
Now It'd be very bold to say she was the hottest thing that's ever walked the planet, but let me provide some food for thought:
FUCKING LOOK AT HER.
That smile, in which the whitest teeth are revealed by those impossibly impeccable DSL* and the perfect way they come together at flawless junctions at either side of her mouth seems to be inviting me to go places no one, man or woman, would object to going. I subject myself to you Dianna and accept your invitation. Take me now and I will be yours forever after. And we will dance around bonfires with leaves and flowers in our hair, and be merry with red wine in our hands and figs we picked from wild bushes in little cane baskets hanging in the crooks of our elbows.
And we can listen to this always.
*DSL
Ugh.
Anyways I'd like to follow on from Slightly's post about what I'd like to refer to as "sandwich makers" but can't for fear of coming off as disgustingly sexist. And plus I'd be afraid that these guys would sue me.
Anyways, yes. Let me present you with this:
That's Dianna Agron from the musical TV comedy Glee, and as you can see she is gorgeous.
Now It'd be very bold to say she was the hottest thing that's ever walked the planet, but let me provide some food for thought:
FUCKING LOOK AT HER.
That smile, in which the whitest teeth are revealed by those impossibly impeccable DSL* and the perfect way they come together at flawless junctions at either side of her mouth seems to be inviting me to go places no one, man or woman, would object to going. I subject myself to you Dianna and accept your invitation. Take me now and I will be yours forever after. And we will dance around bonfires with leaves and flowers in our hair, and be merry with red wine in our hands and figs we picked from wild bushes in little cane baskets hanging in the crooks of our elbows.
And we can listen to this always.
*DSL
Bitches
We all love them and hate them simultaneously. I mean they can be super fucking annoying, but at the same time really, really damn good to look at. Thankfully we can compromise by looking at pictures of bitches instead.
Case in point: Girl I inadvertantly fell in love with. I have so many pictures of her you don't even know. But what to go along with her? Well you could always listen to Carissa's Wierd. It's eerily haunting and depressing as fuck so if you do that whole thing where you hang yourself and masturbate to the above simultaneously, well, it wouldn't bother you too much if you accidently killed yourself. I mean it's not like you'll ever get with her anyway. She won't ever love you like you love her. Or like I love her. Or...
Carissa's Wierd - Songs About Leaving
Case in point: Girl I inadvertantly fell in love with. I have so many pictures of her you don't even know. But what to go along with her? Well you could always listen to Carissa's Wierd. It's eerily haunting and depressing as fuck so if you do that whole thing where you hang yourself and masturbate to the above simultaneously, well, it wouldn't bother you too much if you accidently killed yourself. I mean it's not like you'll ever get with her anyway. She won't ever love you like you love her. Or like I love her. Or...
Carissa's Wierd - Songs About Leaving
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