Sunday, October 31, 2010

I Hang Out With An Apple Who Loves Self-Loathing



Not so for that apple, postcard.
It's crying.

If this girl is alone, why are her hands behind her back?



She could totally cheat.
I'm just sayin'.
Not that this game looks that challenging.
Or fun.


Just kind of painful either way. Imagine biting an apple hanging from a ceiling with your eyes closed. That must hurt, right? You can't see the calibre of your bite, like you always can when your eyes are open. Trust me.
And of course, you could miss and just slam into a wall.
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If this girl is alone, why are her hands behind her back?
She could totally cheat.
I'm just sayin'.
Not that this game looks that challenging.
Or fun.


Just kind of painful either way. Imagine biting an apple hanging from a ceiling with your eyes closed. That must hurt, right? You can't see the calibre of your bite, like you always can when your eyes are open. Trust me.
And of course, you could miss and just slam into a wall.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

What EXACTLY does that entail, Miss?



Riding the broomstick, no doubt.

Yup. Halloween Sex Puns.

This Is The Ultimate Ride.



Actually, I hope this entire scene is my life someday.

Are Ramsay Jokes Still In Bad Taste?



"May your young child be carried off by demons. Happy Halloween."

Friday, June 25, 2010

It's Melatonin! Really!



Never realized just how much my sleep aids look like roofies until this moment.

The purpose is pretty similar, too.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Home of Misti Moonlite



Is it just me, or do those stars look like pasties?