Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Candidates: Freestyle Presidential Manscaping
aka Itchy, The Saw Scarf
aka Dr. Teeth
aka Man Helmet Chin Strapus
aka America: F@#$ Yeah!
aka The Juggler's Balls
aka Dr. Freaktime's New Hair Experience, Ltd. Featuring Redzilla
aka Derection (not a typo)
aka Sgt. Necky
aka Throat Cobra or, Snakes On A Face
aka Seamus
aka Jordan's Labyrinth, Starring David Bowie
aka Electrochops
aka Auburn Bristle Conspiracy
aka Tiger Attack
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Superfan Luke Melvin!
Nobody likes Mantastic 2008 more than babies and no baby likes Mantastic 2008 more than Luke.
Hot dang, that kid is styling!
Be sure to click the link to the Mantastic 2008 store in the column to the left! You can be this cool, too!
Hot dang, that kid is styling!
Be sure to click the link to the Mantastic 2008 store in the column to the left! You can be this cool, too!
Well, maybe you can't be this cool, but you can try.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Voting Soon!
The growing is over, but the competition is just getting started, really. We'll be voting awfully soon. Awfully soon!
Stand by...and hurry!
Stand by...and hurry!
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Sad Tale Of Will Groebe
Hello everyone.
It's your old pal Will here. I made it back to work today just after the lunchtime check-in. I've been out over a week in solitary confinement. Last Wednesday, as you all know, I was launched from my motorcycle by some asshole in a hurry.
Word of advice- If you hit a motorcyclist, or cause an accident involving a motorcyclist, hang up your phone, stop your goddamn car, and see if the guy's OK. He's probably hurting.
Anyways, so I've been laid out in pain for the past week. My excitement over being able to kick back and enjoy my recuperation time was hampered by the fact that I found out that Percocet makes me want to fucking puke. So I resorted to drinking alcohol to numb the pain, which can also cause vomiting, but I know my tolerance level.
So I'm sitting around in pain and drunk, and my kid gets the flu. Yay! Thank you. Did I mention I'm not getting laid with my Colonel?
Now somewhere over this time at home I must have hit my crazy limit, because on Monday I walked right into my bathroom and shaved myself to a baby's-butt freshface. I only had two days to go! What was I thinking?
It was a moment of lunacy... or sanity.
- Will
It's your old pal Will here. I made it back to work today just after the lunchtime check-in. I've been out over a week in solitary confinement. Last Wednesday, as you all know, I was launched from my motorcycle by some asshole in a hurry.
Word of advice- If you hit a motorcyclist, or cause an accident involving a motorcyclist, hang up your phone, stop your goddamn car, and see if the guy's OK. He's probably hurting.
Anyways, so I've been laid out in pain for the past week. My excitement over being able to kick back and enjoy my recuperation time was hampered by the fact that I found out that Percocet makes me want to fucking puke. So I resorted to drinking alcohol to numb the pain, which can also cause vomiting, but I know my tolerance level.
So I'm sitting around in pain and drunk, and my kid gets the flu. Yay! Thank you. Did I mention I'm not getting laid with my Colonel?
Now somewhere over this time at home I must have hit my crazy limit, because on Monday I walked right into my bathroom and shaved myself to a baby's-butt freshface. I only had two days to go! What was I thinking?
It was a moment of lunacy... or sanity.
- Will
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)