I told you Gary Busey had business ideas! For Jane.
It looks like Gary Busey’s business ideas weren’t really that crazy after all. Optimize your business with Busey!
Fox News billboard. For Freddy Pants.
Word.
*Programming Note: Sorry for the slow posts today. I’m suffering from a king-size hangover, courtesy of Freddy Pants and Lupo of Lupo’s*
Along The Wall. North Beach, New Hampshire.
Life is good.
More fantastic NSFW weirdness from Japan.
There is nothing that could prepare you for what happens at the 1:20 mark of this Japanese CGI short. Nothing.
Thanks!: RDK.
Artist Alex Pardee in front of Upper Playground in Seattle.
Boy, did I pick the wrong time to be out of town. One of my favorite young artists, Alex Pardee and his Zero Friends dropped by the Seattle location of Upper Playground on Friday, August 21st. Pardee drew on everything from wallets to people. Everything was cool until some freak in line decided to cut himself in front of Pardee.
You can read Pardee’s eye-popping account at his blog, Eyes Suck Ink. Then, check out Pardee’s follow-up post (which according to Pardee contains “much less blood”). here.
Mickey Rourke takes a dip in Croatia. For LP.
You know, I used to be afraid of sharks when I went swimming. Not any more.
More photos Mickey at the beach at Dlisted.
Cheech and Chong give thanks to the higher power of Mexican President Felipe Calderón for decriminalizing certain drugs in Mexico.
Today, Mexico officially made it legal to carry small amounts of drugs deemed for “personal use”. Here are the specifics:
5 grams marijuana
1/2 gram of cocaine
50 milligrams of heroin
40 milligrams for methamphetamine
0.015 milligrams of LSD.
Now, ¡dése prisa to Mexio!
Gangsta’, gangsta’! Micky Dolenz of the Monkees @ Lewis County Fairgrounds (Chehalis, Washington (360) 740-1495). Tonight at 8:00 PM.
FREE!
Mickey Rourke at the Sarajevo Film Festival.
It’s a theme, go with it. Actually, I love the way the vest is almost the same shade as Mickey’s skin. Extra crispy! All finger-licking-goodness aside, I’d still hit it.
Karl Lagerfield and his dickie.
The leather, fingerless gloves are a nice touch, don’t you think?
Winkers. The pants that wink while you walk. Thanks to RDK and Wonder Woman for the link.
Thank you Winkers of Everett, Washington. Who knew you were so fucking twisted. Oh wait, everyone in knows that. My bad.
Courtney Love Twitters with a taxidermy turtle.
Quite frankly, I’m more afraid of Courtney’s giant hands than the stuffed turtle on her head. Word.
Source: Dlisted.
Knut Bell plays The Little Red Hen tonight.
More on Knut Bell here.
LaRouche Pac. Now with extra hate!
Yesterday I (along with numerous other liberal bloggers) posted about Massachusetts Representative Barney Frank’s encounter with a woman in Dartmouth during a Town Hall meeting on Heath Care reform. Much of the media put the young woman on or near the same crazy-cool-aid drinking fountain that Bill O’Reaaaly? and Glen Beck hang out at. However, it now appears that the woman may be a part of LaRouche Pac, a Marxist flavored group that believes that President Obama’s proposed Health Care Reform got it’s roots from Nazi ideology. The LaRouche Pac website contains some profoundly ignorant images of President Obama as well as literature that is so out there, it seems that when Frank asked the woman at Dartmouth “On what planet do you spend most of your time?”, he was spot on.
On August 26th, LaRouche Pac will hold a Town Hall in Seattle at the Meadowbrook Community Center in North Seattle. If you are in Seattle, I am urging you to make the less than 5 mile trek North out of town to let these hateful people know their presence isn’t wanted here in Seattle. It’s not about prohibiting free speech, it’s about exercising ours, together, respectfully but loudly. LaRouche Pac needs to know that attempting to find support for their lunatic fringe agenda is a waste of time in Washington State.
Oh, plus, Lyndon LaRouche is batshit insane too. I probably should have mentioned that earlier. My bad.
Marble Toilet fomerly owned by Bob Guccione.
This is one of three marble shitters up for grabs in an charity auction featuring items once owned by Penthouse publisher Bob “get in the ring” Guccione. The auction started on Monday, August 17th.
You can view the other 374 assorted Guccione’s cast-offs (which contains more marble than you can shake a pair of fake tittays at), via the Braswell Gallery.
Skip ahead to 3:55 for the spanking.
Billed as a comedy, this John Wayne flick delivers some of the Duke’s best “acting”. You know, being a drunk, gun-slinging, misogynist cowboy? Anyway, this scene from McLintock! (above) where Wayne encourages one of his farm hands to spank his spoiled daughter while he smokes a stogie and watches. At the end of the scene, Wayne uses a phrase/threat I’m also fond of:
I’m not intoxicated! Yet!
I love Westerns but I’ve never really been a fan of The Duke. However, since I’ve been spending a lot of time on my back (insert your joke here AFJ) this week, I caught the 1963 classic all the way through last night and have to say, not only did I dig the movie, I actually enjoyed John Wayne and all his Dukeisms. The film also gets bonus points as the character of Mrs. Louise Warren is played by a very sexy Yvonne De Carlo. Giddyup!
Barney Frank calls shenanigans on a woman holding a photo of Obama as Hitler at a Town Hall meeting in DAAAAAAhtmuth (also knows as Darthmouth, Massachusetts). Match, point, Frank.
The fun begins at about 18 seconds in. My apologies if the image of Larry King threw your eyeballs (and your balls for that matter) for a loop.
Steel Panther, Death To All But Metal, from the 2009 record, Feel the Steel.
NSFW version and funnier than hell!
Thanks!: RDK
Commercial outtakes for Bobby Denning Furniture in Olive, North Carolina.
Thanks!: WOW.
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