Ratty Tuesday

No exams every Tuesday anymore. Huzzah!

Here is a post of lots of small rats that apparently lots of other people find cute. I do not find rats cute. So it’s a series of pictures featuring things that I would immediately crush with a shovel if I saw them in real life. But other people find them cute. So strange.

Just how we’re programmed from childhood, I guess. My grandmother and mother are both automatic rodent killing machines and now I do it too.

Rat one. Someone has dressed this pet vermin in a small doll’s sweater. Note the expressionless, beady eyes.

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Random Tuesday Poat

TOP OF POAT UPDATE [leon]: I just looked at the agenda for my CPR class today and it runs until almost 730pm EST.  I will have a post scheduled for 7pm, and anyone with edit privileges is welcome to add photos as they open gifts, or send them to me and I’ll add them as soon as I can.

I don’t have it in me to do art today, but we need a new poat.   Here it is.

Upset that there is no art today?

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I’m sure I have plenty of fun and interesting stuff sitting around my desktop. Like this nice Holiday themed meme.

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Don’t like that?   File a complaint with corporate, because IDGAF.

Moving on.

One of my co-workers wanted me to name the new pupper Ling-Ling.  She won’t shut up about it. Then she called me racist for posting this on facedouche. (she was joking)

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I’m sure I have more stuff. OH YEA.  So Hannah (first year in college) was CERTAIN she bombed her math final and was going to get a c+ in the course. Well, she ended up getting a 86% and an A- in the course, so luckily the following will not apply to her:

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YEA Hannah. She’s got a 3.79 for her first semester.    And she didn’t lose a single pair of my headphones the entire time she wasn’t living here.

Well, I have to say I’m awfully proud of this post. It probably took an entire 5 minutes. Time to rest on my laurels.

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I’d be remiss if I didn’t hit the hard news: Hillary lost the election ONE more time yesterday, so it’s time to celebrate.

Ok, enough of that.  Time to finish that shopping.

Update- just because

Thom Yorks ex died yesterday of Cancer. They were together for a long time and had two kids together. His last album obviously was colored by the breakup of their relationship. This song especially. I know they’re famous and all and it’s not important, but even big famous people are affected by life sucking.

I also lost a friend yesterday – a VERY VERY nice regular. She had Leukemia which made her recovering from an appendectomy (not to be confused with the Addadicktome surgery) very difficult . She got weaker and weaker the past few months and was removed from life support on Sunday.   :(

Update [leon]: America, one month from today:

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This Post Has No Content/Puppah poat

 

A picture, such as this, will have to wait.   Elsie must be HELD constantly at this point, and Moose pretty much wants to sniff her all over and over and over. Drooling while he does it.

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Not just yet

 

Here she is.   Snuggled up to my leg when I put her on the ground.

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She is TINY.    Sweet as can be. Snuggles right in really deep.

 

 

Big Berb Friday!!!!!ONE!!!!!!!!

Herro. I’m speaking Chinese now and going to meet our new overlords next month. I’m going to bring a picture of Wiser and me and tell everyone that I know Bill Clinton. I’m also going to eat lizard dusted pig face with a light, foamy spider leg reduction with a big bottle of grapefruit Shasta. It’s what they like, according to a book I’ve been reading about Chinese culture, “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

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I wrote this song for Victoria LeGrand a few years ago during a drug fueled… You know I’m going to admit something here; I didn’t really write all of the songs that I’ve claimed to. But this isn’t like the time I posted a super hot trans dude and fooled you idiots into thinking he was a girl. These lies were for the simple pleasure of making you weirdos lust after she cock. No wait…that was still the tranny. These lies were about artistic expression. Big titties and veiny wiener art. Nope, still tranny. Welp, looking back on all of my lies, I guess I’m just a liar. A Brazilian barely legal butt licking frottage obsessed liar.

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Today’s model does not have a penis, does not top, and will not slap you in the face with her girl meat if you’re into that sort of thing. I swear to god with my hand on a stack of giant, lady boner bibles that Ann Denise does not have a ding-a-ling. Swearsies.

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Give Em What They Want

I think you know where this is going…

True story: I saw Natalie Merchant at U of I with Sheryl Anderson. It was sugary sweet.

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The Hostages, Giffffffyyyyyyy

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You’ll poke your eye out, kid.

 

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Extreme Radical Amishism on the Rise?

I think this pretty much sums it up for me.

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The one question I have for the Islamists that think it’s ok to kill for being offended is: Why can’t the almighty Allah and Mohammed defend themselves? Isn’t it safe to assume that if these two pervs could smite the offenders with their super smiting powers? If the Allah is so Akbar why the touchy feelies? They are gods, non? Or is it more appropriate for a latent homosexual pedo-death cult to be commanded by a magical text spoken to an illiterate, pedophile, latent homosexual warlord some 1400 years ago?

Grow up, Islamofascists. Your faggods can defend themselves.