Weekend funnies

Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
Lemon party. Oso’s the one with the tiara.

Music Poat

I know you’ll all ignore this anyway, but once I get it out of my system perhaps we’ll all feel better.

2 Second POS Poat

I’ve been kinda busy – gotta leave in a minute or two for a business thing, but figured I’d vomit something up which that little felt bastidge can stomp – OR that the amazing and talented hostess extraordinaire Carin can modify/update to make it passable for this chat room ———-

Carin warming up?

Shane’s World

Ok, all the pervs who got that, raise your hands.

Whoa. You people are sick!

Shane obviously is an H2 lurker

Totally Trannie Tuesday – placeholder poat

Another edition of Who Can Stomp This POS Poat Fastest® begins now

Now for the tranny content you’ve all been waiting for –

Baby Watch

T-minus three months until total loss of sleep, life, and mind. I’m counting on all of you hostage aunts, uncles, and somewhere in between, to keep me honest and give me tons of advice on how to raise a baby. Every new parent loves to hear about what they’re doing wrong and how its going to permanently scar their child!

Holding Poat – Bad Trip part ducks

that’s french you ignant bastards –

Big Boob Friday

Well hey there. Pupster is behind enemy lines in the exotic land of Canadia so you’re going to have to put up with me for this week. You’re welcome in advance.

I wrote this song whilst thinking about Cyn. If you get a chance, skip to 32:54 and 53:10 for other really good songs that you’ll hate and make fun of me for liking.

Today’s model is a tremendous pick for BBF. Probably one of my best choices ever. You’ll never be tired of winning with the loverly Miss Danielle Riley!!!!!!!!ELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who Dat? Not My Preznit!

As I’m sure you are all aware president Obama is set to make his big comeback to the US and public life after pretending to write his memoirs on a mega yacht with Oprah and Tom Hanks (WILSON!!!!!!!). Here’s an excerpt of his first draft that will be later turned into dramatic prose by a little known college professor and spontaneous combustion enthusiast. 

Chapter 1

Barack’s version: Sat down to watch a rerun of SportCenter at 11 after calling SlowJoe and a quick workout with Mooch. Fell asleep. Woke up during the nooner of SC just in time to see Venus Williams winning some white shit tourney for the third time. Man, what an ass. I’d like to put a Mike Tyson mask on her and lay into them hindquarters. Trump sucks! San Demus High School rules!

Ayers version: Five Nine score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

Tuning The Page

Good Job.  We kept The Candle going for a whole year.

Catch ya later, Phatass.

On with Teh Funnah headers!

 

-sorry for the stomp, Jimebro.  xoxo