Friday, August 29, 2008

Anyone ever been with a guy with a PENIS IMPLANT


Ummm... Santa?


I was actually in a setting similar to this once. I was part of a gospel choir in Japan and we had a concert at what turned out to be a Christian missionary church in a remote part of the city. It was near Christmas, and we somehow found ourselves hanging multi-colored paper chains while this weird Australian woman asked me if I was witnessing to the other members of the choir. After our concert a line formed around me, but rather than queueing for a conga line with Santa (damn!), the hubbub was for everyone's favorite game from when recess was cancelled: telephone. This was conducted in Japanese, mind you, and I think I ended up insulting the Christians by accidently refering to Jesus as the "son of a pig." Unfortunately, I don't remember Santa being involved, but perhaps that year he was recovering from his implant surgery.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

FOUR IRVING PARK CEMETERY LOTS - $4000


You know what this guy loves? Death. Or perhaps careful planning for postmortem eventualities. What I love is the file name of this picture: Staten Island Lotto. Maybe this guy is actually the Grim Reaper, and the least-appreciated borough's lottery is his modern-day scythe, mercilessly slashing the hopes and dreams of the working poor.

How will they ever afford those cemetery lots?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Looking for Clay Sculpture Lessons


This picture represents far and away the creepiest sculpture I have ever seen. Let's examine the aspects of its creepiness:
    1. "Cute" animal warped into something horrific
    2. Weird fetal-inspired pose
    3. Freakishly elongated extremities
    4. Coloring and texture reminiscent of raw flesh
    5. Lack of eyes and, possibly, any hint of a soul
I am now perhaps forever scarred by the horror clay sculpture can wreak.

Monday, August 25, 2008

just lookin to make out and suck a dick


Now if that doesn't turn you on, you must be made of stone. I believe that this is a picture of Amy Winehouse, which, really, pretty much explains everything. I do like the circle emphasizing the coke-nose, though.