Just because I’ve got this Aerosmith tattoo doesn’t mean I’ll let you mount me from behind like a horse… alright, yes it does.
Posted July 23, 2009 at 4:00pm
The virility contained in this Peter Frampton belt buckle is so potent, that when this chick put it on for the first time, she grew a dick. If a dude put it on, he’d have two dicks. If you put on like 30, then you’d have dick cilia, which is how the first bacteria were created.
Posted July 23, 2009 at 12:00pm
Three of the people in this photo have sucked Joe Perry’s dick - Curt Schilling, the odd man out, swore he would “never again” touch another randy johnson and retreated home to play World of Warcraft before Perry could entice him with an even deeper v-neck.
“You’re listening to Chez 106, where the best music ever made lives! To all you classic rock fans out there, I just played “Time” by Pink Floyd for the 1,000th time, which means only 1,000 more spins until my pact with Satan is fulfilled and I get to listen to something made after 1981! It’s a shame it can’t come sooner, cause I’d really like to know what this Flo Rida character is all about. Oh well, we’ve got some Clapton and some Croce comin’ up after the commercial break, so don’t go away!”
Surprisingly, Keith’s shirt is not ironic. Despite performing and writing with him, Richards literally had no idea who Mick Jagger was until a 1983 tour when, staying at a hotel in Brussels, Richards awoke to find Jagger, high as a kite, peeing in his mouth.
My heroes are John Paul Jones, John Entwsitle, and John Libby, our quarterback who got caught banging Mrs. Davidson in a janitor’s closet during 4th period last year. That guy is fucking awesome.
Hey dad, remember when I did “Goodnight Saigon” at the talent show in 8th grade, but I got beat out by that Dominican kid who did “Mambo No. 5?” That still stings, fucking affirmative action judges.
Oh shit, I’ve still got 5 ziggybucks left. 20 more, and the next time we go back to Stardustland, I’ll be able to fuck the Iggy Pop impersonator who runs The Space Oddity Odyssey Ride.
Welcome to the Lair. Dorothy hates when I call it that, but I said as long as I’m paying half-rent every month I can call the basement whatever I goddamn want. Come on in - I’ve got a wicked laserarium set up inside and Dorothy is at her book club meeting until 10:30. We can smoke all the apples we want and watch Doctor Who until she gets back.
A major departure for Van Gogh, this latter-day work finds the artist in his “Hot Rocks” phase after he totally wore out his love for “Exile.”
