I'm with ya ladies.

$60 for a bra? Thats recockulous! Is there that much engineering involved in keeping boobies upright? I guess there might be because the prices you all are paying for them is just insane. Now granted I'll pay $9 for a decent t-shirt or a good pair of boxer briefs but now much more. Maybe I just don't have the ability to understand the difference in how a $20 bra feels on verxux a $60 bra. Is it the padding? Is it the extra strength nylon needed to push them up to make them look like they did when they were 17? I proclaim ignorance onthis subject. Look I can barely take the things off properly when fooling around. Sometimes the thing is on there so tight a brother needs a crowbar to pop those clips in the back. Maybe thats where the pricing scale comes in, the security of those clips in the back?

I have a solution, skip the bra all together, especially on cool fall days where your just wearing a nice t-shirt or blouse.

Notice the Demon's Ass

Now my question is "Is that Hell?" Because having to smell all of the shit that is coming out of your mouth certainly would seem to qualify,

The Fuggo Challenge, 9/13/07

The first person to sucessfully find me on facebook and post the URL in a comment will win something. I don't know what but it'll be something.

Most of you probably still stopping by know my real name or at least can twist someones arm to get it. So happy hunting.

btw I've had this facebook thing for about a month now and I've logged in exactly twice.

Seriously?

Why do we bother folding underwear?

Now this is Lego Engineering

A machine made of Lego assembles Lego cars.

Now playing in CT...

Thats yours truly on the left with an equally capable paintball killer on the right. We played in a role-playing paintball game based on the HBO series Deadwood. We were literally hunted down by the law in the game for the first 2 hours of the game.

It's good to be wanted.

Circumcision

Recently a friend and his wife welcomed a bouncing baby boy into their household. He's a good little guy with the pre-req of 10 fingers and 10 toes. But what he might be losing shortly has erupted into a debate between he and his wife that I'd like to share since well he dragged me into it last week.

So far the little guy's little guy is still covered up by a foreskin. They did not have him circumsized at the hospital due to his father thinking it was a barbaric travety to rob his son of something that will only make sex all the much better in about 16 years. His wife agreed initially and life would be great for the little guy. Now after overhearing a debate about the subject on national radio she is second guessing the move and even went as far to schedule an appointment to have the foreskin removed. Now Dad has something to say about this saying it would rob his son of sensation during sex. Sensation that he, being circumsized, will never know about or be able to enjoy.

In my view we were born with the flap for a reason and I'd say let it stay. She is worried about him being rediculed about it but is it worth desensitizing him to save him from a couple of prebubescent chuckles?

I say no but now I ask you, would you have your son circumsized?

Drinking in HD

I don't know how many of you out there have an HD set already, probably a good bit of you. But if you don't your missing out. It's disgusting sometimes how great a show can look in HD. I don't even like to watch standard tv anymore, hell I can't. I actually turn off baseball when its in SD.


Since I've gone HD I have become addicted to one show in particular. It's called Three Sheets and it plays on Mojo, an HD channel I think most of you all should have. It's basically a show about a guy who flys to all sorts of faraway places and drinks the local tonic. Basically it's my dream job and the guy who hosts it is one lucky son of a bitch. I mean who wouldn't want to get paid to travel and drink? And you don't have to write anything! You just sit there and get schloshed while the camera rolls. Fuck I can do that.

Any way the show is responsible for the case of Guinness in my fridge at the moment. I watched the Ireland episode and immediately wnet out and bought a case of the stuff. I've been drinking it forever but never have a I bought a case of that stuff. One a day should get me through the next 3 weeks nicely. . . very nicely.

Remember kids...

Beans and hotdogs at 9 p.m. are not a good idea for a late night snack.

Up

All

Fucking

Night

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Coming Soon....

Back during the 70's anyway...



I grew up on this movie and it's one of the few that if I catch it on while flipping the channels I'll sit and watch it. I just realized the girl behind the counter is Melanie Mayron. Remember her?

Experienced

Just got off the phone with a friend of mine who was a little worried about going into the office tommorow. Seems she slept with one of the VP's in her place Friday night. She's 28, he's nearly 55 by her estimate. She was "drunk" and regrets what happened but now she has to go into the office on Monday knowing full well what she did while praying nobody in her place finds out.

As we talked about it we started talking about sex with older people. I admitted to having a woman, well she had me, a woman in her 40's when I was 18. She lived on the block I grew up on and always dressed rather down, almost tomboyish. She used to ask my buddies to buy he pot whenever they went to get some for themselves and she basically just hung out the rest of the time.

One day she came out of her place and asked if I could help her move some furniture in her place. I wasn't doing anything at the time so I followed her in to the house fully expecting to help her move a sofa and some tables. I sat down and she asked me if I wanted an iced tea. I said sure and off she went to the kitchen. I looked around the place and checked out her fish tank that had this massive fish inside. She came back in and handed me my tea and we sat down on the couch. We started shooting the shit about people on the block and what they did behind their doors. Before I knew it her hand was rubbing my left leg. I looked up at her and she caressed my left cheek. My heart began to race as I started wondering if this was a dream. Meanwhile her hand started to inch it's way over to my crotch where it was now rubbing with a good stroke. She leaned in and the next thing I knew she was on top of me and we were making out. Back and forth we went flip flopping all around the living room until she invited me upstairs. I followed her up and as soon as I had closed the bedroom door she was already on working on my second pant leg. It didn't take long after that and we were moving furniture. It was fantastic to say the least and I walked out the back door of her place with a slight limp.

She had me by 20 years but numbers were only numbers that fall day.

If Fuggo was a car...

It would look something like this....

Porn

It sure does make life that much better doesn't it?

Shit now I have to wipe off the keyboard here.




Just kidding.

3 Years...

It's been 3 years since I started up this thing after being inspired by a dog named Moufa.

In that time the following may or may not have happened,

I drove a left-handed Porsche 911.

Had dinner with a U.S. Congressman from New Mexico.

Flew to Dublin, Ireland got off the plane and then promptly turned around and hopped another flight to Frankfurt, Germany.

Got a pedicure.

Threw a no-hitter in softball.

Ate 132lbs. of pasta.

Farted in an elevator and then smiled at everyone.

Quit my well paying job to go back and finish school.

Looked at boobies on the internet.

Had a waffle sandwich at a diner in Illinois at 4 a.m. with a Hell's Angel.

Beat back an invasion of Amazonian women hell bent on recovering a stolen spoon.

Lambasted, yes lambasted, someone for not doing enough lambasting.

Eaten a gyro with lamb meat for the first time.

Filmed a cooking show pilot in NYC for a show called Gamerbelly with me as the host.

Set a world record in paintball. (this ones true)

Let my hair grow long again to achieve that "Thor" look.

Traded drunken text messages with a fellow lush down south.

Done the safety dance.

Bought a new Wok.

And have only used it twice.

Was crowned "Karaoke King" at Killinger's.

Had a streak of 5 weeks Quizzo champion broken by a team of 13 people. I played by myself.

Had my left nut checked out to see if I had testicular cancer.

Read a whole lot about Lance Armstrong.

Turned into a 12 ft tall fuzzy orange simian.

and finally

I grew corn indoors all year round.

*thanks to Phain for pointing it out that I had missed my sites birthday.

Bad Pete!

Blam!

Nifty Flower Pic

I took this a couple of weeks ago while visiting an arboretum in the area. Thought I'd share it here.

Not much going on here, which is a good thing.

We'll get back to the wacky at some point with more candy reviews.

Imagine this...

this one is for her...

Imagine this...

... a world where a being can fly through the air as graceful as it can swim through the sea. At home in just about every enviroment it lives a relatively peaceful life passing it's days in relative bliss.

And then one day a ship lands on it's world. It says "NASA, USA, Earth" on it's side. From it's metallic shell a door opens and out from it's dark interior walks strange beings. The native beings at home as much in the air are curious about this new sight and move in to investigate it. Suddenly one of the newly arrived grabs one and stuffs it into a container, trapping it. The native population is held aghast at the action and soon many of them are being caught by the denizens of the metallic structure just landed. Desperate calls go out among them, warnings of what is taking place and the rest of the native secies is alerted and begin to organize a response. Shortly the next day at the rising of the third moon they move in to rescue their fellow natives. They attack with a ferocity not known to them before this. They were peaceful but now they are ferocious. Shortly they have dispatched the new beings and their ship. They have rescued their mates and buried their fallen.

Before this encounter it could fly through the air as gracefully as it could swim through the sea. Now it has tasted conflict, pain, hate, and it likes it.

On this world the humans are the aliens, and the native beings will no longer tolerate their presence.

Beware Flying Pizza

I will be in NYC in two weeks to film a pilot for a cooking show. It'll be me and another guy in front of the camera doing something never before seen in a cooking show. We're going to cook while naked.

Actually were going to be wearing these boots that let us stick to the ceiling. We're going to be cooking everything while upside down. This way we don't get any boogers in the food. See they'll just fall back into our nasal cavity.

Seriously though the show will be filmed outside in Central Park. We'll be hunting the wild game of the park with a bow and then clean and grill whatever we get right in front of whomever walks by us.

Not joking now we will be cooking hobo style. We'll be traveling down the back alleyways of the Bronx learning to cook from the assorted bums, mental patients, hookers, and crack dealers that infest the under belly of the city. Why not cook eggs while cooking meth?

We may end up doing a show where we boil things that are meant to be fried and vice versa.