Monthly Archive: January, 2010

You’re Too Old For This Shit

What we have here is a prime example of someone who didn’t think about what their semi-ironic tattoos would say about them when they turned 42. Let me tell you: they say, “hi,… Continue reading

Query #2

Gentle Reader: would that feel good during fisting? Without it, he’s not really special, is he? However, at the same time he has that weird Hannibal Lector thing happening around his mouth. I’m… Continue reading

The Tattoo is Unimportant

Make me that cupcake and I will stay with you for the rest of my life. Verdict: MARRY HER

HUSBAND – not a cross post

I’m getting a resurrection, and it’s in my pants. This is the elusive fuckable and datable, based solely on the ink mashed into the skin of someone’s body. When in doubt, blasphemy is… Continue reading

Rub Your Bone On Mine

Black light? YES. Unobtrusive, but totally biological and awesome? Yes, plz. Thanks skeleton-boy. We will take that boner hand hard. Thanks. Verdict: Totes fuckable

Surf’s up!

Let’s set the mood: you’re at a bar, you’re looking for someone to go home with, and you run into THIS GUY. Is a surfing, rocking-out Bowser enough to get him laid? Perhaps.… Continue reading


Gentle reader, let me ask you a question. What if you were licking someone’s breasts and then suddenly you were licking a dog with antler ears? Would you feel weird about that? I… Continue reading


Squids are automatically fuckable. They’re fuckable, and they’re fuckable hard. Also, weird beetles and shit and not flat ironing your hair. Hi, I like your squid and you’re beautiful. Verdict: Totes fuckable


Let’s play the cliche game again! 1. Key to his heart 2. Razor blade 3. Sparrow 4. Anchor 5. Sacred Heart 6. Flower And you know he flat irons his fucking hair. Verdict:… Continue reading

Mountain Don’t

Product placement is NOT fuckable. Verdict: Not fuckable