Yes Please! Minus the giant killer bee.
VIA adland
4.28.2011
4.27.2011
get back to humping
Take your clothes off. The weather is getting warmer, stickier, sweatier. And after a trip across the world, Im back to revive humpday!
this list is a mix with no theme just songs that yell out to me "HUMP" so here you go
here are my pros thoughts on each song.
1. this song is sexy
2. not sure if i posted this before but this is classic- i once got busy in a burger king bathroom
3. im fave new britney jam. I can be your treble baby,You can be my bass
4. sure why not- in response to the title.
5. the ulimate stripper song.
6. another good song to strip to
7. i like how the music sounds like a dripping faucet
8. backseats arent roomy.
9. i think this song may be growing on me.
ps if you didnt know, humpday (tm) is a wednesday series where i make/post a playlist for yall to hump to on humpday.
4.25.2011
The Linkdown.
1. C is for Condoms.2. Ohhhhhh...damn. The worst/best anti-abortion ad placement imaginable.3. Chocolate ZOMBIE bunny.4. Surprise...the French are lazy.5. The Last Supper(s).6. Hilfiger makes the gayest fashion ad ever.7. Who said the baby boomers were falling behind?
8. "I'm sorry, I was masturbating. What was the product being advertised...?"9. If FOX got started a little bit earlier.
4.23.2011
Easter 2011.
(Pic)
May it be as eventful as it was last year. Wait...what? You did nothing last year. Well guess what???
4.22.2011
"Thank GOD I have a Bluetooth."
Thank you Italy. For giving me the gold I needed to jump off my Easter weekend. And you knew I was gonna post it right here. Jesuse + BBDM Dominatrix = ?????
VIA adfreak
4.21.2011
4.20.2011
Lazy Song. Bruno Marz.
I appreciate the overall message of this song. "F*ck ypu, I'm not doing sh*t today." But I coulda livved with out seeing Bruno Marz pull down his pants and to the pee pee flop dance. I really could've lived without that. Just saying.
4.16.2011
Jay Z has a "Life & Style" Website.
Jay-Z now has a website. Called Life + Times, it’s a lifestyle site aimed at gentleman who are discerning enough to buy an Audemars Piguet Royal Oak, watch video about Jean-Michel Basquiat, and care about the “internal perspective” of Studio Alhadeff Architects and its principal designer, Giancarlo Alhadeff.
Ok, then. It's a little strange.....but ok.
4.14.2011
"Real Men....."
So apparently Demi Moore was "taken advantage of when she was a teenager." So her and Ashton decided to make some spots using "real men" and telling us what "real men" do. In the end.....the same pay off, they "don't buy girls." Below are the best of the group. You can see the rest here.
For such a strong, compelling and necessary message, I think the light hearted-ness of these spots is inappropriate. They are very bud light-ish. But the outcome is not purchasing a twelve pack. It's fighting misogyny and sex trafficking. So unless those two share some common thread I dont know about....perhaps the approach should have been more thought out.
For such a strong, compelling and necessary message, I think the light hearted-ness of these spots is inappropriate. They are very bud light-ish. But the outcome is not purchasing a twelve pack. It's fighting misogyny and sex trafficking. So unless those two share some common thread I dont know about....perhaps the approach should have been more thought out.
I must say though, the way Bradly Cooper ate his cereal.....that could only happen in a dream. A very very good dream.
"A Very Caucasian Cover Of A Chris Brown/Busta Rhymes/Lil Wayne Song"
So these two young ones decided to do a cover of Chris Browns "Look at me Now." I'm not giving you a link, cuase if you are alive, then you have heard the original atleast 85 times.
My opinion, you know...at first I was like. Why? But as the song goes on, the chic kinda kills it. Gotta love natural enthusiasm. There is a lesson for you....always"sell that sh*t." Eventually someone will like it. Look at FOX news (yep, I went there).
VIA thebestweekever
VIA thebestweekever
4.13.2011
Glare.
"...this work of art-in-motion, emphasizing on the structure of each movement and garment with hint of his signature glare effect."
Nice shots from Pier Del Corso.
VIA c'est la vie
Cartoon Chic. Asher Roth.
Every grown man has had this conversation atleast 5 times in thier lives. So why not make a rap song about it. Thanks Asher Roth. FYI.
F.Y.I. My answer is Princess Jasmin from Alladin.
4.12.2011
The Linkdown: Booyakasha!
1. Talk about a good f*cking cause.2. I know times are hard in the Raptors camp, but this is the GAYEST thing I have ever seen.3. Love this idea. I might do it in my own home.5. Ladies, would you say yes to this marriage proposal? It was either you or Bulbasaur.6. Bieber winning.7. Holy sugar hill gange...I love this shoe.8. This is really how the cosmos was made. And it makes perfect sense to me.9. Gross tattos. Leave it to a girl to go above and beyond.
Sex is no accident. Wrap it Up...
...says MTV. I think it's nice. Not sure is the comic book style is relevant to the MTV viewers. But I guess the imagery is shockingly funny enough to make preteens and college kids alike read it. VIA broccolicity
4.11.2011
Iron. Woodkid.
Woodkid - Iron from WOODKID on Vimeo.
Gorgeous video. Dont know much about the artist or his music....but now he's on my radar.
VIA makethelogobigger
Hello Metaphor.
Line: Touch him and you to touch everything he's touched.
Get it? It's like 2 levels deep. But here's some real added value for this ad...alot men do not wash their hands after taking a piss. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen dudes just walk right out of the bathroom and I had to make a mental note not to ever touch their stuff. I cannot tell you how long the list is at my job. Because you know....holding your junk for 30 seconds requires no form of cleanliness after. The bugger execution is "eh".
So....go ahead buy the Purell. Cause you simply cannot trust people.
Trash Talking.
Baseball season is about to begin. Are you ready for 18 hour games to take up the slots of every channel and every station known to man? Yea...neither am I. But Alec softens the blow a bit.
VIA oneplusinfinity
4.08.2011
Pooh 2011.
I was smiling from ear to ear as soon as I saw this. How ridiculously child like I am.
.....(so excited).
VIA broccolicity
YELLOW DYNO: PEDO HUNTER.
YELLOW DINO: PEDO HUNTER from Everything Is Terrible! on Vimeo.
Ummmm, this PSA is perhaps the best thing I have ever seen. A yellow dinosaur that not only tells us about the harms of people like pedophile Reginald Charming but shows us how to handle them.
I would love to have the printed script to this. "I'm talking to you lizard. Do you hear me!!!"
Getting Head on the Wings of a Plane.
Ok, so the video isn't as exciting as the title. But it's cool. Notice how they didn't allow Djokovic to say anything.
4.07.2011
Pentagram Buns:Sacrelicious!
So read this on copyranter, and I didn't get it at first. I kid you not. But I walked away from my computer, came back red it again, and then laughed for like 5 minutes straight. I mean, it's an utterly ridiculous connection to make. Buns and Jesus Christ.But the limited time Joke....come on, that's pretty good. You have to admit.
VIA copyranter
4.05.2011
How to Make Love to a Trans Person.
Forget the images you’ve learned to attach
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.
Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.
When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it’s highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she’s “had the surgery.”
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.
If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet it, Let her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she’d lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.
If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.
Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It’s what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That’s the important part.
Don’t worry about the bodies.
They’ve got this.
-Gabe Moses
VIA coilhouse
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.
Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.
When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it’s highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she’s “had the surgery.”
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.
If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet it, Let her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she’d lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.
If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.
Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It’s what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That’s the important part.
Don’t worry about the bodies.
They’ve got this.
-Gabe Moses
VIA coilhouse
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