One Of My Very Own…
They grow up so fast, don't they?
Teen pregnancy rates are dropping dramatically. I think one reason is that young people don't even consider hand jobs and blow jobs real sex. It's just something you do.
I mean, it's not rocket science, ladies.
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My wife is a porn star and for the life of me I don’t know
how to tell her.
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From my home state.
How much more proof do you need?
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Clever guy.
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“In one micro-second, the city of Hiroshima didn’t exist.”
By the way, his aim point was the T-bridge and he was right on the money.
But if you can't laugh at nuclear vaporization, what can you laugh at?
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I’ve found that using the word “because” makes people
think that I have a good reason to do things even if I don’t.
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I like stuff like this.
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The last Australian and
Turkish soldiers of the Gallipoli campaign shake hands where they once would
have tried to kill each other.
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I've posted this before I think, but my newer viewers need to see this.
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Look closely. It has a rear guide so you can't veer off toward the blade. Good idea.
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The A-frame is an exceedingly stable structure. Plus that steep roof angle removes the weight of the snow.
Here's another crude-ish shelter I like.
My wife knows how I like primitive abodes and she send me a link to a website about hippy communes. This is the way your house looks if you have no earthly idea what you are doing.
And since the article was about hippies and not just their buildings, there were these two images.
Well, one of my wife's Facebook buddies ratted her out for posting nudity. She immediately posted a plea for whoever did that to please unfriend her because she/he was no longer welcome.
By the way, one of my wife's real life friends had lived in the commune for a while.
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Title of article:
Art Made Flesh: 35 Sculptures
Rendered in Human Skin
Well, sort of. From the article:
"LA-based artist Sarah Sitkin
stuns with her hyperrealistic silicone sculptures and castings, which are often
manipulated in ways that might make the viewer deeply uncomfortable."
And my favorite...
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Actually, “getting your shit together” sounds pretty
disgusting.
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For my son-in-law, the wine guy...
Here’s how one of the best
restaurants in the world, Eleven Madison Park, opens a bottle of wine when the
wine is especially old and the cork is possibly all crumbly: they use burning
hot metal tongs to heat up bottle so it can be ‘magically’ opened from the
neck, avoiding the cork.
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A funeral procession pulled
into a cemetery. Several carloads of family members followed a black truck
towing a boat with a coffin in it. A passer-by remarked, “That guy must have
been a very avid fisherman.” “Oh, he still is,” remarked one of the mourners.
As a matter of fact, he’s headed off to the lake as soon as we bury his wife.”
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I've organized my colors for murals just like that. It brings back fond memories.
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The average number of fingers on July 3rd is
higher than on July 5th.
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The wrapping of a mummy's
face at the Louvre
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My GPA is so low it’s got boots with fur.
(I that no idea what that means, but I read it and thought it should be shared.)
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"Why are you always tired, Dad?" my 3-year-old
daughter asked as she woke me from a nap by poking me in the eye.
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??????
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Man grew up with a normal
cognitive and social life, and didn't discover his hydrocephalus -- which had
all but obliterated his brain* -- until he went to the doctor for an unrelated
complaint.
*Makes you wonder about the difficulty of those PhDs don't it.
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Look at this very carefully. Don't hurry.
Did you see the face on the back right behind the head?
It looks just like Poe.
And you say there's no god.
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One of the first running
shoes from 1860s.
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Read a new phrase I like...
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Last Halloween I went in a haunted house, but it was just
people waiting in line at the DMV
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No hedgehogs were harmed in the making of this short movie
'Ripping the Legs Off a Hedgehog So He Looks Like a Pinecone'.
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Titanic fucking a pyramid?
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Snow roller. I would like to see that in person just one time.
THERE ARE NO POSTS THIS WEEKEND.
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From The Desk Of Rev. Knowitall
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