Enjoy.

While I appreciate that you have ink, there are just some things you should NOT do.

This would be one of them:

The first thought that went through my head when I saw this picture was—in my best GIR voice—”Why do you have a pineapple shoved in your ass-crack?”

I’m assuming this one started out as a little tramp stamp, and then kept being added to over time… I’m assuming.

To any readers who do have tramp stamps—please take no offense. This is totally my hang-up. Maybe one day it won’t bother me as much… maybe. I just have this thing about tramp stamps. They do not look good on a guy. (Hell—I don’t even like them on women.)

Your back is the largest piece of open canvas you have for ink, and you go and put a little tribal (or celtic) tramp stamp on it. It’s like putting a teeny, tiny armband on a guy with giant, tree-trunk arms. It doesn’t look right!

And it’s not a target to shoot your man-seed on while doing it doggy style.

Please people! Think before you get ink!

Oh, and the Husbear thought that one looked like a visible wet fart….

Call this an informal survey in my pursuit of less-than-trivial knowledge.

(from toothpaste for dinner)

Are you a behind-the-roll or over-the-roll person? And more importantly (for me)—why?

[Update, 10/11/2008: It appears that most people are "over-the-roll"-ers. But for no particular reason. It must be something buried deep in the human psyche....]

You perverts. I know what you were hoping you would see. Instead I present you with this:

This was me. Sunday night. After just a couple hours of drinking. With my Buddy.

According to the Husbear I spent a few hours puking me brains out. He was kind enough to bring me that blanket. Oh… and to take pictures of me.

And he made me post this.

I have a strange memory of sneezing a slice of onion out of my nose afterward. Thought I’d share that with you.

I knew it was coming up. But it was just odd that it happened as I was driving by here:

The parking lot of my day job—at the Great Retail Empire!

Freaky?