Monday, November 21, 2005

Picture Pages, Picture Pages ...


"Alright: Let's play HARDBALL. Good evening. I'm Chris Matthews. Harry Hamlin's overcosmeticized soap opera face is about as durable as Senbator Ted Kennedy's pickled liver. (image via washingtonlife)


Eschewing the obvious key lime pie, this adventurous hipster requested instead a warm slice of the new controversial "German stool" flavor. (image via thecobrasnake)


Blind-drunk off the opiate of the masses, Alexi reconsiders his previous acceptance of Marx's cunning linguistics. (image via thecobrasnake)


Failing to garner sufficient attention with an obnoxious t-shirt and severe hairstyle, the fallback plan was the olod reliable method of an exposed pair of sturdy milkmaiden breasts. (image via thecobrasnake)


If he were a type of music he'd be "acid jazz." (image via thecobrasnake)


With regards to this hottie with a body, we'll cosign along with Wittgenstein, who said, famously, "Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent." (image via thecobrasnake)

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