She must have been out of town, because the silence I had for the last 4 days is now filled with the all too familiar sounds of ugly people cumming.
But, I have a suprise for you. Let’s just say I’m working on sharing the gloriousness fakery of her orgasms with the entire internet….stay tuned.
Aerosmith - Love in an Elevator
I have a Moss folder on my desktop, and when a reader sends me a Moss shot, or I come across one I like, or I scour the internet for some, I add them to my folder. Right now, it has 99 photos of Kate.
It usually goes one of two ways: I spend up to an hour finding the perfect shot; or I just close my eyes and randomly choose one in the folder.
The one thing I really work at is making sure I don’t post a shot that has already been a Daily Dose entry. In fact, I can say with 99% certainty, that I have never double posted an image. I think.
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It’s the one night in over 6 months where I just wanted to sit at home and watch shitty ass television, but the fucking cable isn’t working. And I ran out of chocolate.
This week “Shut Up, Weirdo” gives good judgment the heave-ho in order to indulge Frangry’s weird fixation on gayness.
So then: What’s gay? What’s not? You ask us. We tell you. We’re qualified to say because we’re not gay. That makes us objective. We’ll use our extraordinary powers of gayspertise, gaywareness, and gaytelligence to answer your pressing questions about all the persons, places, and things that are gay (or not gay). But keep it clean, pal. Real clean.
Call this Friday after 6pm at 201-209-9368, and we will set you straight, so to speak. Not that we care. Either way is fine with us. But the answers may surprise you.
Listen in this Friday from 6 to 7pm (Eastern) on WFMU 91.1 (NYC area) or WFMU.org (via the amazing telemelectromagnagramatronoscope).
Shut Up, Weirdo: The Man Can’t Bust Our Chit-Chat
R. Kelly Bump & Grind
Z100 is offering to pay your bills. They aren’t sending you on a trip, they aren’t taking you to some fancy club, they are going to pay your EZ Pass bill. Shit is sad, people. Sad and pathetic.
Getting shit done.
Also.
Just sayin.
Is that JLo or Kardashian? I can’t tell the difference anymore. Oof, what a god damn mistake.
I should probably reiterate that the tramp stamp is temporary.
And I didn’t realize, until I left the house, that it’s somewhat see-through in the sunlight. Which would be fine under normal circumstances, but not today. Why not today you ask? Well, because I have a fucking tramp stamp of a god damn tribal tiger. And since someone doesn’t know the proper placement of a tramp stamp, you can totally see the god damn fucking thing. And I am now one of those girls. I might as well start plucking the fuck out of my eyebrows, get highlights and change my name to Ashley
