Eve of Destruction
Tranny or not a tranny, that is the question.
<<< Is this little number 100%…or a tranny?
This past week, the LGBT celebrated itself and I took that opportunity to torture one of my co-workers.
Tormenting someone for the sexual persuasion is rather distasteful conduct.
However, tormenting someone based on their disgust over the sexual proclivities of others is clearly ok.
My target was Nelson, and my goal was simple – to completely destabilize him until he could no longer appreciate the beauty of any woman.
How did I do such a thing?
I started by sending him images of hot babes…waiting for a comment along the lines of “yo, I’d bang that so hard!”
Once I got such a response from Nelson, I’d then send him the HULL picture of the babe, revealing quite bulbous package south of the ‘ol belt-line.
Didn’t take long for me to get addicted to responses along the lines of “Dude, yo, WTF?!”
That’s when the fun really started to pick up.
I’d send him images of hot babes that any red-blooded man would KILL to spend an hour in bed with…only to have Nelson pause and scratch his head.
Now, it’s impossible for me to get him to assert that any babe is hot – he automatically assumes that any girl I show him is packing a Crying Game.
Ain’t I a stinker?
Anyhow, here are today’s picks:
When I first saw this shirt from @MenRags I thought is was a Dalek from the Dr. Who series.
While it looks similar, I love that the design blends some old-school Jules Vernes shit (which I guess makes sense, seeing as how they’re based in France).
Which almost has me wondering if I should include their Twitter handle, as their tweets are pretty much all in “la langue de Moliere.”
I keep saying it, but the more cool shit I dig up on beards, the likelier I am to grow out a (moderately) massive mugrug come autumn.
Yeah, I know…I can already picture a bunch of purists calling me a pussy for not pushing out the whiskers in the middle of summer, but unless any one of these purists can turn in a rock-solid 2,000-word essay on why I should proceed with beard growth in the middle of summer, they can stuff their attitudes.
In the meantime, I’ll be living vicariously through Matthew Rainwaters’ Beard Book.
Really not much to say here…
…just added it because every time I see it, I think of one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies.
Let’s see if you can remember which movie (no fucking Googling!!!):
“Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!
Check the t-shirt out here: Cold War Vet