Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Effed-Up Ronald McDonald Pics Of The Day

Some are funny. Some are weird. All are creepy as fuck.

Many thanks to Suzanne for the idea.


McZombie


McWee


McWTS?


McTraumatized


McMugged


McLeavin' It


McTraitor


McPimp


Please god don't make me eat here


Love at the Wal-Mart


Now that's a happy meal


Imagine what's been put in his mouth.


McBusted


McBusted 2


He looks shocked


McFisted


McCreepy


McWrong


WTF?! Commercial Of The Day: Comfort Wipe

Yes, it's real. And I'm getting my father-in-law one for Christmas as payback for the lint brush he gave me a few years back.

From Mike D.




Vid Of The Day: Javier Bardem

From a series of interview clips called "Screen Test" from the New York Times. This was one of my favorites, probably because I like Bardem so much. I first noticed him in Michael Mann's Collateral; he was more menacing in one five-minute scene than Tom Cruise was in the entire movie (and that's not so much a knock on Cruise as a compliment to Bardem's incredible ability).


Classic Confessional Of The Day: Don't Shave Your Ass

This one's been around a while, and I have posted it here at least once. But it's worth a re-read, trust me. Unless explicit bathroom humor grosses you out.



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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