Monday, June 28, 2004

Just when you thought it was safe. 

This picture's been floating around for awhile, but...

Every time I see this picture, my sanity snaps like so much dry kindling. It's like a direct penetration of Satan's cock into my frontal lobe.

No lube.

(Thanks a fucking bunch for reminding me of this, Rick. Truly, your treachery respects no bounds or borders.)

ADDENDUM: Courtesy of internet funnyman K. Thor Jensen, I am pointed toward a whole bevvy of fucked-up cat-themed postcards. This shirt is pretty much a required purchase.

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