Thursday, August 07, 2008


Y'know, it's nice having this resort nearby. For instance, when I get tired of eating 100% organic food -- by which I mean, "anything that can't outrun me" -- I can always wait until everybody is asleep; scale the outside of the building like it's a big, craggy rock; smash my way through the plasti-glass windows; and raid their honor bars. And then I might follow that up with some skinnydippin' in the resort pool. And sure, the next morning everybody's all pissed-off about how their food is missing, and all the rich people's bodyguards are fighting with the hotel manager's bodyguards, and there's an unaccountable mass of honey-brown "back hair" keeping all the swimmers at bay, but I just peer at their dumb clothes-wearing bodies through the foliage and I laugh my fucking head off!

Well, I'd better search through my pre-loaded comics panels on my hand-held interbloggamunicator, to find something suitable for blogging... hmm... nope. Nope. Maybe. Nope. Oh, that's filthy! I'll look at that one again, later. Nope. Ah! Here we go!


Please, don't touch the lesbians without permission, darling. Or else they'll cut you.

Or maybe I'm mistaken, and it's actually that one kid from "Million Dollar Listing." (Or as I like to call it, "Million Dollar Bowlcut.")


Anonymous said...

Is she referring to the jacket, or the mannequin?

LurkerWithout said...

I would pay up to NINE dollars for a hard-core lesbian version of the movie "Mannequin"...

Gus Casals said...

Lesbian? Nah!


( she's talking about the mannequin's wig! )

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Mmmm, stove pipe pants.

captain koma said...


Something is too filthy for your blog.

Anonymous said...

That's a pretty butch mannequin from the standpoint of sylvan elves.

Jeremy Rizza said...

glmmrtwn: BOTH! And possibly the mannequin's wig, as well.

Lurker: Haw! (It's the "up to NINE" that really sells it.)

Gustavo: She'd better be careful; the state of New York has been known to lobotomize gals who were suspected of Beatlemania (also, witchcraft).

Jon: "Mmmm"?! What, did somebody spill mustard on the crotch?

Captain Koma: Statistically, it was bound to happen sometime.

Chawunky: Heh. Good point!