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A North American Desperate Pickle (above) makes a rare appearance at a chic SoHo beer event.  Recognizable by his near-perfect spher...

My god, what's happened to this place? Posts! posts as far as the eye can see! Well as you can see, your good friend Poop Snacks is b...

I am in the process of moving and am going to New Orleans this weekend for Poop Snacks' bachelor party. How we all grow up. Anyway, in t...

I was wearing my tightest pants today, which is already an admission because I have a large ass and the prettiest pink thighs you can...

Hi Everyone! Yep, it's me, Jason Collins! I don't know what all the fuss is about . Really. I mean, it's 2013 and we'r...

" It all started with a dream ", or so it reads to our right. Each morning I fall awake, startled and stumbling, grasping for purc...

Thrown, you ask? Picked up, I say. And then dropped. And fumbled. And possibly used to lubricate and forcefully enter something. But a gaunt...

"Forgive me Father for I have Sinned.  It has been two years and two days since my last confession." Oh mah hunny bunny.  My spa...

In Washington, a man assembles his Cabinet for an intense evening of playoff hockey on VERSUS. To kill some time between periods, they watch...

Hello, Centaurs. Let us face a few facts - as men, and as horses. This once-great blog has been reduced to something akin to the Jundland Wa...