So first? I love that you crazy people don’t even need me to write new posts to keep the site going. All you need is the mention of nipples and the comments just keep flying. Well played, you pony-humping freakazoids.
Second, until I’m able to answer the question, “What did you do today?” with something more interesting than “Lactated,” I seem to have trouble writing new posts. It’s not that I don’t have things to say, they just take to long to type one handed and brain dead. So here’s more substiuke. I’m pretty sure this will make Dufmanno‘s day.
Lastly, if you haven’t seen it yet, Ethan Zohn – Survivor, survivor, and activist – is fighting the battle again. And the crazy bastard is going to run in the NYC Marathon again. The world needs wonderful, crazy bastards like him, damnit. So maybe take a moment and think happy, healing thoughts for him, mmmkay?
You could even toast him. It is motherfucking booze time, after all…
Don’t you know? Nipple rule the world.
Hey, where is everybody? Did we scare them away yesterday?
This made my motherfuckinboozeday. Going on my facebook. That guy with the crazy nose and the long hair on the end was totally hot with his uke playing. Just sayin. Except I’m not saying that anymore, I forgot. Anyway. You just keep on lactating and being your brilliant self. Littleb liked this but he “likes that girl better”. Well said, littlb, well said.
As one of my lactating friends says, “It’s moo time!”
Thanks so much for the intro to that amazing uke orchestra. And thanks for lost night, as I went down the youttube wormhole, watching all their videos.
Nipples? Did someone say nipples?? I could swear there was talk about nipples…
We all have them, and we appreciate them being tweeked. Same goes for our senses of humor.
I heard Nipples all the way from Chicago so here I am! 🙂
Did you say nipples?
I have a friend who likes to say about his, “They look like pepperonis!” And they do.
This song is better on the UKE! Also this lead singer is giving David Byrne a run for his money.
I’ve been told I can’t talk about my nipples OR entertain the idea that my vagina may never need to be washed again.
I feel so empty. Except, now I don’t because this uke orchestra is playing to a packed house and all is right with the world again.
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