A couple of weeks ago, Joshua Norton, Protector of Wales, entreated me to act as his guide to the internets to show him what gems I’ve been stumbling upon lately. I have been looking this way and that and have discovered that…I have really bootums taste. And assume that you should not click on any of these at your place of business. Unless your place of bidness is you, at home, with your hand in your pants. (Talking to you, DT.)
Grab Yo Socks! It’s the Quadumvirate of Evil; click it bitches.
The Church of Annette: this webpage makes me feel dirty and I love every minute of it. Also, he relentlessly makes fun of Perez Hilton, which is A-OK avec moi.
Fourfour: better if you’re into ANTM, but still pretty good anyhow.
For Sentimental Reasons: PIMP CUPS, BITCH’S. What, NOT dishwasher safe? Do I have to SLAP a BITCH???
Templar, AZ: I’ve been all short-attention span theater lately, so I think I need to re-read this, but I love it. It’s a webcomic by a very very smart lady. Related: Playing with Dolls.
Also a comic: Cat and Girl and Beaver and Steve!
And, I am really degenerate so I can’t stop clicking on Oh No They Didn’t! I forgive you, Livejournal, for you have broughten me ONTD.
Also, The Morning News fercrissakes. Like all the good parts of the New Yorker, without all the nasty thinky parts.
So, clicky clicky clicky away from this acursed place, we’re all doomed, etc.
Awww … thanks. I enjoy making people feel dirty.
Protector of Wales my hair Hungarian butt. I wouldn’t piss on Wales if it was on fire.
But thanks for the linkses.
Every time I read The New Yorker, I imagine some guy sitting in a smoking chair,wearing a fez and a stuffed shirt, smirking, “Hofffofffofffofffuffuffuffuff,” while reading said magazine. I’m thinking that’s their target audience.
So, SuperLauren said I should tell you that Daniel Edwards, the guy who did the Britney on the bear rug giving birth sculpture even though she totally had a c-sec has been commenting on hipmama at http://www.hipmama.com/node/20889.
My only comment ranges between administrative silence, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA, and er… ahem. Administrative silence….