And resolutions.
 

No,it's beautiful lingerie. The models are also quite acceptable. It's the art director and the photo person who need to be slowly garrotted with a Paris Diva Plunge String.

And resolutions.
 

And resolutions.
 

Do you find sheer lingerie more comfortable?

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

I don't think RT is looking. Anyone feel like insurging?

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

Let's go get sushi and not pay.

weird
 

but sfw

http://ishi.blog2.fc2.com/blog-entry-165.html

TM

Attention.
 

Burt Bacharach just called -- closing is tomorrow night.

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

Why not?

http://www.intriguing.com/mp/_pictur...n/cabinets.jpg

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

I do that all the time with my gay Coltrane sock. I was thinking of something special for the holidays.

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

Is this a "return of paigow" intro?

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

Her IM address lists her as "Idle," so she must be at work or something.

Nothing sucks worse
 

than waiting for the hammer to fall on the last significant piece of work you need to to do before a holiday weekend. Read the fucking thing already and give me the fucking comments so I can get the fuck out of here. Fuck.

http://www.vesterman.com/Images/JohnnyCash.jpg

Nothing sucks worse
 

Sorry to hear it. Burt Bacharach sent the wires on my deal, suckah-butt.

TM

Nothing sucks worse
 

Kiss my sacroiliac.

And resolutions.
 

You mean the "photographer"?

Nothing sucks worse
 

Ah yes, what a surprise. Invoking The Man in Black. Did some of your faux-hipster friends tell you that he is really trendy with the Williamsburg Crowd these days? "He's, like, really dark and stuff!"

If you are what counts for cutting edge around here, we are going to have a hard time getting through warm butter, much less slicing up the limes for your Caipirinha. I weep for the board.

Game Warden Blotter
 

Should Have Known Better

Arriving at a hunting camp just before dark, Gonzales County Game Warden Jason Davis and Bastrop County Game Warden Roger Steward found it empty. Davis noticed an ice chest with blood on it and found a quartered deer carcass inside. Steward located a buck's head and a hide in a shed behind the deer camp.

The wardens waited until three hunters arrived and asked if they had any luck. The hunters replied, "No," then Davis asked to see their hunting licenses and noticed no tags were missing. When asked about the deer in the ice chest, one of the hunters told the wardens that his cousin had killed the deer and left to go back to Houston.

After questioning another hunter, Davis found out there were actually two deer in two separate ice chests, one a doe without MLD permits. Steward walked behind the camp in search of the doe head and instead found a fourth hunter hiding in the grass. He and the hunter returned to the camp, where the hunter admitted shooting the doe with a .22-caliber rifle. Another hunter admitted to shooting the untagged buck. One hunter was a probation officer who cooperated and told the truth. The hunter hiding in the grass was a chaplain's assistant in the military.

As reported in the Lone Star Outdoor News

Nothing sucks worse
 

I don't doubt it. Is there ever a time when you're not crying hot, salty tears over some illusory crisis or imagined slight? Boo-hooing about the cruelness of this cold world? Wailing because no one loves you and, to be perfectly frank, how could anyone love anyone as unloveable as you? Coughing out hitching, sniffling, snottery sobs as you try desperately to push those feelings of impotent rage and humiliation back down to the dark place they come from before all that bile makes you puke? It's no wonder you can't find time to do a little running.

Nothing sucks worse
 

I was about to post "My God, man. This has all but a postmark on it."

Then I thought about warm butter is like, and I thought, "ooooh... burn."

BTW, do you intentionally seek to cultivate the voice of Baby Stewie in the reader's head?

Nothing sucks worse
 

The whole reps and warranties section needs to be rewritten to conform to Dutch civil law. We'll be needing that first thing Monday morning. If you have any questions, I'll be reachable sporadically on my cell phone, but there are a lot of dead pockets in Vail.

We've rescheduled closing for Tuesday morning at 9, so I'll need to call you at 10:30 Monday with changes on the revision.

Happy New Year!!!

And resolutions.
 

No. I'm sure the photographer took the shots with the nipples visible. I'm talking about the asshole who photoshopped them out in the lab before sending the pics to layout.

Nothing sucks worse
 

I would have expected that after all the time you spent on your knees in prison you would have greater appreciation for Mr. Cash.

Nothing sucks worse
 

So sorry to interrupt your somewhat unimaginative gloating, but Michael Doliac just e-mailed his last pointless comment and I am on. my. way.

Nothing sucks worse
 

Wow, what an obscure reference. If PLF is Stewie Griffin, then you're our Dennis Miller.

K'plah!

Nothing sucks worse
 

Actually, I was posting that from home. Suck it.

Game Warden Blotter
 

I for one would find these "hunter news" posts a bit more fun and interesting if I had a link to Texas wild life regulations so that I could understand the funtion of these "tags" doe-rules, etc.

Nothing sucks worse
 

The cool kids don't post from home. Happy new year, you sad bastards.

Nothing sucks worse
 

Is it just me, or does the Johnny-Cash-giving- the-fuck-you-sign imagery strike everyone as sad? It ends a post that let the reader know weed's true behavior is not a Big F-U to the automatons who are making him wait- no- his true behavior is to sit impotently in his office waiting for the other side to email back different boilerplate.

Nothing sucks worse
 

You don't really know that he was sitting impotently. He's got web access. Weed could very well have been jerking off to internet porn. Or soccer scores. Or something.

Game Warden Blotter
 

http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/publications/annual/hunt/

Once you've read through these, the Game Warden Blotter is laugh a minute.

Insurgency, Anyone?
 

She's been idle for almost 7 days. I think perhaps she's met with foul play. Or something.

Nothing sucks worse
 

you think Weed has an office with doors? Please. Senior legal assistants at 3rd tier NY firms have a cube. maybe even have to share.

Nothing sucks worse
 

You think the fact that Ironweak shares a cubicle with some other dude is going to stop him from masturbating to video clips from the latest Celtic-Rangers match?

Nothing sucks worse
 

See you at Jai Alai practice.

Musings on Dec. 29
 

Dude. I so bet against you. Thanks. Also won on Oklahoma and Utah, but am losing on UCLA right now.

My picks this weekend:

SOUTH CAROLINA -3.5 tonight
MIAMI -6.5 tonight
FRESNO ST -7.0
TEXAS TECH -3.5
LOUISVILLE +8.0
WISCONSIN +10.5
OHIO ST -4.5 (I might bet this on the money line. Notre Dame will lose, but they might make it close, but I cannot emphasize enough that Notre Dame will lose.)
GEORGIA -6.5
FLORIDA ST +10.0

Nothing sucks worse
 

Does he "like" the Japanese guy best? Atticus said liking asian guys is the first baby step to full-fagdom.

Nothing sucks worse
 

Who knew he was moonlighting as a corporate lawyer?

http://www.cavshistory.com/images/pl...ael_Doleac.jpg

And resolutions.
 

(a) Weedy, this is not like Coltrane's work. None of them have freakishly long torsos.

(2) Sebbage [pronounced like cabbage], I was being SFW. There is plenty of nipplage on the site. Go shop for the spouse. "Place Coupons Code PH05 in the comments section of the checkout form and we will deduct 15% on sale merchandise or 10% on regularly priced merchandise from your order from December 29th until December 31st. Offer expires December 31, 2005. Not to be combined with any other offers." Excludes Aubade Piraterie de l'Amour collection (a 2006 collection).

Musings on Dec. 29
 

Oh, no, I'm on South Carolina and Miami too.

By the way, I bought a TON of UCLA shares at 11 when they were down 22-0. They're now winning by 7. Sweeeeeeet. Sell! Sell! Sell!

Nothing sucks worse
 

Thank God you live in Detroit, where there is so much empty office space that even the mailroom supervisor has his own office.