His lips are wrapped tightly around my rock hard cock. His gullet shaking as he violently bobs his head up and down, a mess of broken rhythm and uncoordinated body movements. But his heart was in it and with any luck, I’d soon reach climax. I can feel it, that deep, building explosion. But it’s not in my loins, its further north, in my bowels and things might just turn ugly.
Now I’m no fag but who am I to turn down a blowjob. Especially after Limbaugh and Billy O.R. gave the kid such high rating. And it was easy; all it took was a half a shot of peach schnapps in his diet Snapple. An hour later he had regressed to his pre-born-again-self, and was out back behind his LDS church on Capital street trading BJs for cans of Coors light and half pills of Adderall. And while I was disappointed I’d have to wait my turn, third in line is always better than sixteenth.
Around minute nine, Glenn hit his stride. The man had clearly been trained well; he was indeed, a professional cocksucker. Perhaps his days at the liberal Yale University had been a bit more experimental then he’d admitted or maybe he had taken to the priesthood. Either way, I was about to blow. And the faster I read from Thomas Paine’s The Age of Reason, the faster he strokes my shaft. He even tries to stick a finger in my ass, but I smack his hand away. That would just be gay.
Then suddenly, I remember my favorite line from the communist manifesto, “The people will rise, and explode on the bourgeoisie with such ferocity, that the very ground will shake.” And with that, my $6.99 Olive Garden special could no longer be contained, I let my sphincter loose, and took a shit all over Glen Beck’s chest.
The people in line behind me froze; some ran away, some violently vomited. Most men would have gotten angry, or scared or even sad, but not Glenn, he wasn’t fazed. Through the smell and stains, he looks up at me, smiles, and politely asks, “Shall I continue?”
I smile and nod yes. And that’s when I knew he was ready to work at Fox News.
This piece was written by Daniel Shepard. While it is currently listed as fiction, we are still examining the facts and are yet to prove it did not happen.
So, I’ve been playing a lot of Madden lately and getting my ass kicked. I miss the days when sports was pass/steal or shoot/block. Now, with 6+ buttons and pressure sensitive controls, video games are more complex then ever. Playing them can be hard, demanding, confusing. YOu don’t just need an in depth knowledge of the game, but the dexterity of a gymnast and the hand eye co-ordination of a surgeon. SO I give you 5 classic sports video games as basic and fun as it gets.
Now, as someone who works in TV, I have to say I’ve seen a few actors loose there shit before. It’s never pretty but sometimes it happens, they have a job that required focus and a crew of 60+ people can get in the way. Film production works like this: rehearse, block, light, tweak, shoot. Again and again until the scenes are done for the day, week, month. During a rehearsal, the only people who really NEED to be on set are the actors and director. Then during blocking all department heads come see what needs to be done to have the scene ready. So while an outburst isn’t cool, this may have been justified, we just don’t know the details of the situation. Either way, it’s always hilarious. Especially, when remixed:
ahhhhhh, all better.
These geniuses at bacontoday.com (WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED THAT BACON HAD IT’S OWN WEBSITE?!) have constructed a Turducken (chicken-inside-a-duck-inside-a-turkey) covered in bacon. Not just on the outside either. The individual pieces of Chicken and duck inside the 15lb Turkey are wrapped as well. Click the bacontoday link above for the story and some awesome pictures. In other news, for dinner tonight I am making a Pastrami sandwich stuffed with tacos stuffed with Ramen noodles. I am Top Chef.
*bonus Bacon-related picture:
I got this from McSweeneys. It’s a bit long but it’s worth the read.
BY JOHN HODGMAN
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Setting: The offices of Ten Men Who Help Each Other But Are Not Brothers, a firm located near the River That’s Not as Wide as the Really Wide River.
(ONE WHO HELPS THE HAIRY ONE is seated, going over some notes. Enter MAKER OF FIRE.)
ONE: (Standing.) Hey, it’s good to see you. Thanks for coming by.
MAKER: Thank you, One Who Helps the Hairy One. I’m sorry I’m late. Somehow I ended up by the Really Wide River.
ONE: Really? When we met by the Sticky Tree, I thought I said near the River That’s Not as Wide as the Really Wide River.
MAKER: That is what you said. I must have gotten turned around at the Sharp Shells.
ONE: Oh, yeah. That happens a lot.
MAKER: I must have just spaced.
this just made me really happy.
I dare you to suggest another old school Nintendo game that was this simple yet this awesome.