I’m not one to get excited about things, but today was an exceptional day in Mammoth Lakes CA . . . did the guest lecturer bit for Sociology and Anthropology classes at the community college, t’was most enjoyable.
And then I checked Sea of Shoes and OMG . . . MORE excitement!! Jane’s done it again . . . Check it out . . . here . . .
. . . mingling with the “younger” set is better than Viagra . . .
ciao . . . cornbread awaits.
I never really understood what all the fuss was about over the “Poontang Trilogy” I mean why did the feds confiscate the film?? I guess the same logic that was behind giving the 404 to Tropic of Cancer and Lolita . . . HOLY CRAP; look at what is on prime time Tellyvison these days . . . some shit that is only suitable for 5th grade mentalities . . .
South Park and Robot Chicken are like Ozzie and Harriet, and Saturday Night Live used to be, pretty tame by comparison.
POON poon, POON poon . . . makes me think about the backseat of my old ’49 Merc with the suicide doors . . . you could have a PARTY in the backseat!! You coulda hung a disco ball from the ceiling and not worried about hitting your head on it when you stood up . . .
The first thing the girl at the DMV said when I was registering the Merc was, “It has a BIG backseat . . .” I don’t know if that was a hint or simple statement of fact . . . Ronette-style beehive hairdo and a tight sweater . . . POON poon, POON poon . . .
“True love baby, no shit . . .” (POON poon is similar to the sound of your heartbeat) . . . and with the stick on the floor you could brush your GF’s bare leg as your hand returned to the steering wheel and not get slapped, but if she was sitting THAT close, your hand never go back to the steering wheel . . . POON poon, POON poon . . . Santo and Johnny sleepwalking in the backseat
And, remember how the PT Cruiser was “supposed” to be the “Personal Transport” Cruiser?? BULL SHIT, we all know the “PT” stood for “prick teaser” . . . that’s like saying you didn’t recognize “Muno” in the KIA Sorento CM as the red DILDO that he is . . .
The trashman . . .
I gave you the “bare bones” version of “Sleepwalk” because its like finding your GF “forgot” to wear panties . . . here’s another listen . . . 1968.
This morning, 0930 or so, I “remembered” that I have a drawing app on my “iPad mini” . . . it’s very versatile, just requires that you read the instructions . . .
I’m working on a post about . . . uh . . .
WTF is a “kinderwhore”?
Jodie had it going BEFORE the 90’s grunge shit . . . definitely a “loli” pimping the “look” . . .
The term (kinderwhore) is applied to people like Courtney-fucking-Love and . . . and . . . any 30/40 year old entertainment slag who troops around with smear-y lipstick and eye-shadow and short, little girl skirts and maybe “sings” with a “RAWK” band, usually with a guitar slung down at crotch level . . . or someone who is imagined to be a “style queen” . . . by the fashion or entertainment “media” . . .
. . . a slice of pre-adolescent jail-bait pie, with “angst” in her eyes, you know, like Humbert Humbert and Lo . . .
. . . .no, more sleazy, like Terry Richardson and the crap photographs of his UGLY skinny-ass old mother and her Nazi tobacco pouch tits – that’s what pops into view when I see the word “kinderwhore” . . . NOT Britney and her fleshy thighs . . . and what’s between . . .
(I could insert a photo of B’s bald poon, but this not about THAT . . .)
. . . can they sing or act, these child-whores?? Depends on your definition of “sing” and “act” . . . or is this all their good for . . .
Uh hunh . . . remember “five o’clock” stubble . . . and sometimes they snore . . .