Jeez. I really hate the hang your pants off your weiner pose. For some reason, the long red hair makes me think it might be Carrot Top. I hope it isn't because that might give me nightmares. =shudder=
Yeah, the "pants slung so low he's obviously not unfamiliar with the waxing pot" look is creepy in the extreme. Or "captured just before the strides hit the floor and he sits on the crapper" look, perhaps.
A free piece of intelligence for the lads here: the only attractive thing about this picture is the (mercifully) blurred face. And even then, not particularly.
His nipples are very close together, don't you think? I never trust anyone with close-together nipples.
So here's the deal: your at your office. It's Friday afternoon-- maybe you're new to your job and you're going to push your limits. Go to : http://www7a.biglobe.ne.jp/~sf-papercraft/Gallery/at-at/at-at.html Print about 20 copies of each page Get out the scissors and the uhu stick Stage a terrific battle. Go home for the weekend. Maybe they'll take you back on Monday.
A-Morning From A-Channel or A-TV or whatever it will be after the next takeover has been canceled effective IMMEDIATELY. The A-Morning crew would crow over how many episodes they had ("This is Episode 120, Eric!"). I thought that they were feeling that Wile-E.-Coyote-off-the-cliff sensation too. When the last owner of the channel had to cut back they nailed the morning show. Then a new owner rolled out a morning show in markets like Victoria. They dusted off the format and started doing the show again. Monday morning, I popped into a Thrifty's where Maggie Cox was wrapping up her live spot. There she was amid more lights than a Hollywood premier and more cables than a Frankenstein movie. All of her gear and personal effects filled a shopping buggy. I felt a little bit of pity. When I see the same people in front of the camera at 6AM and 5PM and 11PM, I think: "Where is Labour Relations? How can these people be forced to pepper a 17 hour day with three newscasts?"
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A free piece of intelligence for the lads here: the only attractive thing about this picture is the (mercifully) blurred face. And even then, not particularly.
His nipples are very close together, don't you think? I never trust anyone with close-together nipples.
Cheryl won this dubious prize. As her prize, she has to endure the dance of the 40 veils*
*veils will be substituted with sport socks.