People send me things.
Not the things I want, mind you.
(read: money...porn...porn wrapped with money)
I'm not sure why.
My buddy, Bill, sent me this the other day:
I feel a need to write to this guy in the picture.
What. The F*ck.
Why? Why do this?
It's obviously not to impress the ladies.
Mom: "So...are we meeting this new man of yours tonight?"
Daughter: "You're going to love him. He's sweet...and he's funny. OH! And he has a haircut shaped like a guy taking a shit on the back of his head."
It's obviously not to impress his boss.
Boss: "You know, Lou...we've had this CFO position open for a while now...just waiting for the right candidate to come along. I think that shaving of a man dropping a deuce carved into the back of your skull is JUST the thing we've been looking for. Welcome to the club, son!"
I. I. I don't...understand.
And, now that I think about it...I don't really want to.
Midleah, on the other hand, sent me the following video clip.
It's KINDA porn...but not really.
Viewer discretion is advised.
Diesel's SFW XXX Party Clip - Watch more free videos
This has to be one of the funniest things I've seen in a while.
And it didn't confuse me like the haircut of the guy shitting on the back of the head did.
Seriously...folks, if you're going to send me something, remember this simple rule:
More porn, less guys with shit haircuts.
Thanks in advance.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Labels: spam spam eggs and spam