Thursday, June 19, 2008

Vid Of The Day: Notorious H.I.T.

A music remix from Velma66... (R for language)


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...which reminds me a little of this classic


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New Medication Of The Day

Luckily, I don't need this, but you might know others who do.

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QOTD: Decision, decision

What's the best decision you've ever made?

What's the worst?

My Favorite Cereals Of The Day

Seven kinds of cereal I love...


A is for apple. J is for jacks. D is for dadgum delicious. My all-time #1.


It's not small, no no no. (Heh, that's what she said.)


So decadent, it's almost like candy.


An old standby.. simple, perhaps even a bit boring, but effective


Crunchy almost to the point of Colon Blow, but not quite. Damn good eatin'.


Long gone but I loved having breakfast with the King


The tiger don't lie. They're great.


And four kinds I don't love...


A cacophony of fucked-up fony flavors. Just follow your nose. It always knows. The flavor of shit. Wherever it blows. My wife's favorite cereal; we are a house divided.


Ooh, they make noise! BFD! Then they turn into soggy bloated little maggots that require about a half pound of sugar to get down. Hey, which one's Snap? Which one's Crackle? Who gives a fuck?!


You have exactly 19 seconds from the pouring of milk to eat this stuff before it turns to absolute slop.


Where Frosted Flakes rejects go to die. Just find a stick and whittle off some wood chips; same taste, but a lot cheaper.

Confessional Of The Day: Don't Shave Your Ass

Frank sent this after yesterday's discussion, and I think I tore a rib muscle laughing at it. Apparently this one has been around for years, but I don't think I'd never seen it. I'm sure I would have remembered.

If explicit potty humor grosses you out, you don't want to read this. By the way,
here's a definition for grogan... if you dare. You learn something new every day.

Thanks for the laugh, Frank.



Don't Shave That Hair!!!


I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to
you, that you may learn from my error.

It all started, as many things
do, with me having trouble shitting. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butt-hair dwelling.

Eventually I would have to do two
things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be- Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea.

"Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So
why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my shit will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself.

It is a statement that
will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements:

"How
many Indians could there be?" -- General Custer.

"Such a nice day. Let's drive the convertible.
" -- JFK.

"There! America On-Line now has
complete Usenet access!" -- Idiot system tech.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby.

Finally, I wiped the razor one last
time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal hair. Like everything in this
world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted.

For one, it provides friction. I learned this
the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the
microscopic shit-molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit-sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. GodDAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack.

Fighting to keep from jamming my
hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads.

I quickly dropped my
pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face.

I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there,
fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought:

"It will
be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every
opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair: ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone
who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

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