This is an age-old question, and philosophers and saints alike have mused its perplexity, divining little or nothing from their cerebral labors. I, on the other hand, have had some success coming up with a few kernels of wisdom on the subject matter.

Sign #1: She’s holding a sign, like the girl featured above.  (This picture has not been photoshopped.  “Cocks” just so happens to– (continue reading…)

I’m obsessed right now with the Slap Chop mostly because of Mr. Slap Chop himself, Vince.  Come on, we’ve all seen his commercial: skinny dude hocking his miracle vegetable slicer, flapping his mouth a mile a minute, dropping non sequiturs, amazing us with the versatility of his lousy wares.  I guess that now the screaming guy with the beard is dead, he’s the new Seen-On-TV fucker.

Anywho, this scene from Sorority Ass Jammers, for some reason, reminds me of our hommie, Vince.  It seems that buddy boy would be into this kind of shit, butt reaming some blue eye-shadowed slut to– (continue reading…)