Poop Is Brown

Some ingenious genetics guru just came up with quite possibly the world’s most awesome cat. It also happens to be the world’s most expensive retailing at $22,000.00 (USD). So folks, what I’m asking here is that you enclose $1.00 in a plain white envelope and address it to me PiB and then I can take all kinds of crazy pics of this cat & post them on here for you to see. You know you want more than just the one in the article here: $22,000 Cat

Ok, lets dispense with the obvious…boobs are great. They’re bouncy, they’re soft, & they’re just all around fun. I say this to lead up to a few words about this article I just read Cleavage: What’s Appropriate, What’s Not. Can I just give a big thank you to my friends at ABC for pointing this out. Don’t get me wrong, a nice pair in a low cut shirt work great for a night out. However at 7:15 in the morning when I’m prepping for a meeting, walking past me with the equivalent of pasties just ain’t cutting it folks. And I understand yes some girls were blessed with greater gifts than others, but if I forget what part of a budget analysis I was discussing because your nipples are running for the finish line of your scoop neck top, I’d say you’re probably not up for the next big promotion. Maybe a quick lunch under someone’s desk…but sorry you’re not management material. Yes, everyone loves your breasts. They’re beautiful. We all just want to nuzzle our faces between them. But not at the office. Put ‘em away ladies. You can whip them out at happy hour.

It’s the week after the Memorial Day holiday & my body is speckled with random bruises. Some I remember exactly how I got, others I can place the situation but not the action, but I can’t quite remember where the one on my forehead came from. Elbows were definitely from my Chris Farley impression on the coffee table, knee is from ducking in the bathroom avoiding the shower spray & flung toilet water, but damn if I can figure out the big red one just at my hair line. I can say every drunk night bruise I’ve ever gotten is a badge of pride & usually serves to map out the evenings festivities. Oh well, maybe when I get plastered on July 4th the glorious memories will come flooding back. In the meantime, I’ve got some kick-ass war wounds.

Clever Photo essay on what it means to be feeling sexy:

http://www.crestock.com/blog/photography/feeling-sexy-expressed-in-photos-64.aspx

What the hell!?!?

The guy who was the victim of the buttered floor pranks decided he wanted to get a little revenge. Instead of slashing his roommates tires he thought it would be best to give him a taste of his own medicine.

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