Hmm... I think the Laday Esquire saw Madonna last night in the Jerz. Did she strike a pose? Or arrest the bitch's foreign dancers? You make the call. 555-4444. This new iPod's accelerator is tres cuntay. tres cuntay. "Kasla ka la Bakla" Translation: "You are like gay"... mmhmm, that's what he said.
In one week I'm going to die. We're all going to die. This is the rumor - the rumor being spread by my brother-in-law. Apparently the world has an expiration date of October 11, 2008. It has something to do with Spiderman the movie. I don't get it, but if it does happen, I'm going to go out with a bang with Madge. Maybe I'll get to dry hump the boom box this go'round. Pretty please.
I mean I thought I liked bears ... what with "Opera Bear", "Omaha Bear", "Alaska Bear", "Fucking Porn Bear" – the list grows everyday with what seems to be a veritable ursine cosmos à la the the "Smurfs", only bigger and hairier... hey, where's "Papa Bear"? But after hanging out with Arty Bear last night, it seems that I might not be as big of an aficianado as I thought. Lol. In all seriousness, A.B. doesn't care much for other gay bears, but he WAS stricken with the "Ty's" Beanie baby obsession from the early nineties – thereby resulting in this incredible collection of bean bag bears (this is a mere fraction of the collection, mind you...we haven t even gotten to the rest of the zoo..) Anyhoot - the bear lover I am, I thought, "Why not take a pic with all of these mini bear friends?". And so I did. Here I am, bearing it all... xo... DM
4 designers - AGAIN? Yo kick one of those bitches off. Make a decision! And as for all the hate on (and off) the runway... man. It makes me reminisce about the good 'ole days from the last season. At least that hatred came cloaked in a veil of humor. Yeah, fuck these bitches. What do you have to say about that, Christian?
That Vicodin fucked with my sleep. Woke up at 3 30 and didn t get back to bed until 5 30am - then tossed and turned till 7 at which point I decided that sleeping was not going to happen. No sleep - no work... I just couldn't. After all, if I got sick, who would cover for me? noes bodies. I decided to take it easy today by talking a little walk down memory lane. I found alot of these toys in some boxes that I shipped to myself from Japan in 2005. Finally we have been re-united and I am once again at one with all this plastic that I spent my many yens on. 円円円。 Good times やりましょう！
Unveiling the 3:33 AM – the blog of the girl who has been blogging with no blog for blogging ever. How will she keep us entertained? Hot dog dogs? Punjabi recipies? Photos of her ever-expanding / contracting closet? I hope so I get a lesson on lanyard making firstly. Go Gurl!
to me you're a shit stain. Hi larious. Sarah Silverman is a funny Jew. Deuteronomy's proud. Cheese.
Oh, and thanks to my big Jew friend, Fire Bush, for sending me this link. He's down below, stretching my back. His orange patch however, is cleverly hidden by his Jewish thigh. If you want to see more, you'll have to wait for Faggotries: The Blogger's Cut.
not in the picture, but just now. A friend of mine gave it to me. Apparently she cracked a rib during sex. I cracked no rib. Just along for the ride. I need to s-t-r-e-t-c-h . . .
ahh... that felt good - now watch this.. it's fucking hilar.
Sarah Palin-Comparison: Weak, inexperienced piece of white trash that serves as the governor of Wasilla, AK... estimated population = the bathroom at the Osaka Dome.
Kenley from Proj Runs: Bratty, self-righteous, pasty white girl that needs to go back to designing the chalk board with the words "This Week's Specials" at the K-mart in "Not the Hood", USA.
The answer is "I can't answer the question" Bitch - not "I'll bring'em to ya" Bitch
And, yet, I'm not surprised that on a recent online poll that I participated in it was nearly tied in yays and nays as to whether this cunt would be suitable as VP. Never shocking how blinded people can be when voting. I mean look at the cunt in office now.
So it's confirmed. You CAN bring weed into Madison Square Garden(s).
The Weezer concert was fun - even if I was 15 years older than most of the attendees. As expected, they did alot of their new album. But they also did a significant amount of their discography to date. The show opened with "My Name is Jonas" and closed with "Buddy Holly". They also did two covers - one Oasis and one Nirvana tune. Sorry, don't know the titles.
I've included some vids below. Oh and btw porno man Rivers is not lying when they say that they tell him he needs some Rogaine.
Tonite I go to ze Weezer concert at the garden. I'm hoping they play "Across the Sea". I used to sing that song with one of my JHS English classes in the old country. I don't know what possessed me into thinking that teenage Japanese kids had the proficiency to sing contemporary US pop. Or, shall I say Weezer pop. They were good with the Backstreet boys. Dem hoes. (The BSB - not the Japs). Enjoy. ~Smuttynose
The cafeteria at the Metropolitan Opera house is such a mish mash of personalities. You got the admin boys, the daddy execs, the Opera divas with penises- and then you got the Teamsters. At least, I think they're the Teamsters. "Teamsters", "Jets", "Republicans" - it s so hard to keep up with these code names for breeder men(s). With "AY JoEY!" this, and "Howa the kids Maahty?" that, these Team people are all in the queer who ha that Opera is all wrapped up to be. I'm glad they're around. I mean, if it weren't for these Team people, who would give us walls to put pretty pictures on? Yo Mama?
Damn, Big brother in the house! What had happened was Opera Bear passed on some sexy NSFW contraband called, World of Men(s). With a Saucy Saucy face on the disk, the DVD was irresistible. I popped open the DVD drive on my mac here. Slipped it in. Waited for the spin and the eventual moaning heard in the the World of Men(s). But alas, nothing. Just this fucking lame ass screen.
I've been told that I make the other fags at my job comfortable with being their faggy sleves. After I came back from summer vacation in Alaska (pre Sarah Palin-comparison announcement), my queer colleagues told me that they heartily missed me. Aww. I think they missed my sashays down the halls and my faggy blips over the favela walls. You know. I just try to bring the faggotries when I can. And help those less faggy, yet all ass muncher. Chow!
I'm so tired right now. I guess that's what happens when you hardly sleep. When you rub up on it all night. After soup dumplings that look like nut sacs. After getting twin trees. After one man department antics. It's all kinda meshugas up in here. Nuts are worth it though. Or are they? Maybe it s just the hugs that are worth it. Radiohead sounds great loud and in the dark. Do it. Just fucking do it.
So this guy looks like a young stud. Cute, eh? I mean as far as illustrations go. What a hottie. I'm finding the pull and allure of the daddies being countered these days by cute, young, MBC running around. That's Muscle Bear Cub. Duh. Wondering if it's because I'm getting older. Prolly. I mean, I'm still young; I know that. But I'm not a 20 year old Muscle Bear Cub. And when it's done right. Oh my god. Too Quu.
And with that, I wanna give a bday shoutout to the one and only Glitteress. Shoot. Thank you for being a friend. xo
A modulating moog daddy that interviews with baby polly on his lap the whole time. this interview is way above my head in the geek speak category of sound. love it though. P head duhdy. he makes me whoreny.
pS It's totally funny how he just doesn't know what to do with the baby at the end.
So I took the plunge this past weekend and went to my first MAN (Males Au Natural) party with my friend FB (Fire Bush). Oddly enough, the nudist pool party was held on the grounds of a priest's home. After rolling up to the drive way, we were quickly greeted by alot of bare naked flesh - much of which was pink. I seem to be recurring in my role as "other ethnic". This was confirmed during one particular conversation with a nude man donning nothing 'cept a green necklace.
Nude Honky in Green Necklace: So, you like bears?
Naked Deuteronomy: Yes. How do you know?
NHiGN: All Asians like Bears. I was accidentally at a bear event recently and all the Asians liked bears. They didn't like me. The bears didn't like me. They only like themselves. I was like, 'Hello!!!'. It was like I was invisible... I was like,...
ND: Well, what kind of guys do you lik..?
NHiGN: Ethnic. Ethnic. I like Black, Latino, Asian,... Ethnic
What is it with me and these ethnic lovers. Shit.. if ever they needed some bait for "To Catch an Ethnic Loving Predator", that would be me. For the straight version. For the gay version it would be Artner. Oh shoot.
Another curious encounter occured between me and the resident photographer on the scene. He shot the mens nekkid on the grounds and found my body to be "enchanting". Or as FB says - Enchan-tee. We have a shoot scheduled in the very near future. He likes to shoot erect dicks. Alls I'm sayin is that there best be a fluffer around, cuz while I may be young, this shit isn't 4th period math class anymore when I couldn't go to the board b/c of an enexpected woody. Yes, fluffing will be helpful. And good for you.
What's next??? - I'm Nobu, Yoko, John, and now fucking Dirk... shit. Maybe one day I'll be "Prime" ethnic for these crackers. At that point I'll be movin on up. Shoot.
So this is how I do at work. In my Yukata (light summer kimono) and my Araki specs. I used to think that I was black and before that Chinese, but now, clearly, I been done thought that I was some shumai out this bitch. Damn.
I first learned of Nobuyoshi Araki from the liner notes of Bjork's remix album, Telegram. As I prodded and dug, I learned that he was a legend in Japan known for sexually explicit, scandalous photos. Combined with an idiosyncratic look, Araki gives us the image of a sex fiend in hi res. Sukebe dayo. Daisuki dayo.
I'm totally in 227. Sans Ja-kay. I'm the little old woman that sits at her stoop while people pass mindin' their own. I'm sure as hell not. Especially without a TV. Dang. I'm fucking installing paintins outside to get some sort of entertainment. Seriously though, sitting curled up in your window sill on the first floor for sure has its advantages. I get to cruise on line and then on the pavement all from the comfort of my own window. Soon we're going to have to call it "69". Fuck 227.
Perverse Asians in Da Arts. Put fucking circles around our eyes and we're out to take over the world with our blunts and horns in tow. Don't front, you know it's true.
Did I not get hugged enough by daddy as a child? Perhaps. Or maybe I just like the idea of someone giving me guidance - direction - authority. I no know.
Been talking to alot of guys on Daddyhunt.com lately. I think it's my scandalous array of pictures that keep'em a knockin.
For the most part, these cyber daddies want to spank me, chastise me, command me - and then there are the guys that just want to have good 'ole gay sex. I'm fine with all of that. I think sometimes that this site was made for me. I mean, I love me some daddies. Love them so much that it might be time for a break and share some of my "other dark meat" flava with the youngin's (ages 40 and below).
For the first time I had a "date" though DH.com yesterday. Does hanging with someone for 24 hours merit a "date". Yo no se. But, we did talk about our histories, families, McCain/Obama, Seurat, and our almost matching birthdays (1 day apart - sssscorpios). It was a great time. All that great conversation and also got to spoon a daddy. Better late than never.
Kyoto remix Resse's Crouching Tigress Not testacles Eve chan The Shadows of the Valley of Death
So, artner came back to bid adieu to the summer. And hello to the peener. Not mines, though. Here are some of the fruits of our efforts. If I showed you the others, you might have to sign up on Xtube.
Deuteronomy Madrid is one of the many personalities of your beloved, queer author. The moniker of "Deuteronomy" (the fifth book of The Bible) was adopted because of the author's fascination and respect for Jewish males all over. DM's family includes such notables as Bleekah-Madison Madrid, Niimura Katsutoshi, Yuko Propaganda, and Lexicon Reyes. He has worked for the Fergie, the Dutchess of York, not the humpy hip-hopstress, and is credited as the cover designer for her fabulous diet book, Energy Breakthrough.
