Even though the hairstylist for SCARLETT JOHANNSON didn’t nail the classic Black Widow hairdo, the idea of my WBM (white baby mama) in the Russian spy’s skintight bodysuit is deee fux’n lish.
Iron Man 2 can officially start taking a victory lap thru the multiplex parking lot right now.
I hope Tobey MacGuire makes a Spidey cameo at some point in this film. I will literally shit my pants and put the remains in empty Milk Duds boxes.
Editor’s note: This drop comes to us courtesy of Slumbilical Chord of Nah’Right.com comments thread fame. You should already know that the Nah’Right comments section is nothing to fux with. In ten years these folks will be running the Earth. Pray for all of us.
Sup Dallas,
I have a business proposition for you. We should open a really raunchy strip club. Given that America has colonized the Middle East virtually in its entirety (Iraq and Afghanistan – Iran next and maybe other states), it’s only right that we do an ethnographic performance art tribute to our fellow statesmen. The strip club would require all women to wear belly-dancer harem attire — veils, nose rings, etc. All broads 9s and up (natch) – the types of broads that would inspire one with the desire to smell behind their ears… by using ones tongue.
But the atmosphere inside would be mad abrasive. Bouncers would be wearing Israeli military attire, and some of the bouncers would be broads, in line with Israel’s policy of having women in the military. The inside would be falling apart – walls cracking, ceiling beams leaning… Like the whole shit would collapse if you sneeze on it. VIP rooms would be mad grimy. Just like the finest Atlantic City spots, there would be no stripping in the back rooms. Just pure flesh on flesh fornicating.
Finally, the club’s name: Gaza Strip. The only question left is… Do you smell me? I’ve copied my ba’y bro N8 to get his thoughts as well. We could go three ways on the investment… [ll].
Warmest Regards (c) KAWS,
Slumbeezy
Dallas: Uh, no. I’m not sure exactly who knocked down the Towers, but I know for sure that shit would get blowed the fux up when they found out Osama’s niece was giving up the ThunderDome in the Champagne Room.
I love me some Vanessa Williams and Jayne Kennedy. I don’t care how old they are when I finally get to Hollywood, I am going to cast them in my movie just so I can smell behind their ears. With my tongue.
The good folks from Black Dynamite are hooking you up once again with tee shirts based on their cult classic film. All you gotta do is lace the comments thread with a line or anecdote from the movie. Recall a funny scene from one of the guest actors featured. Tell me why you fux with Black Dynamite and I GOT YOU with some more DP.com Free Shit.
I would never suggest that you wear shoes and nicely ironed ‘slacks’ to a party, but this event right here is the G.O.A.T. one night event. It’s as if Target and DSW and PathMark AND Victoria Secret’s got together to throw a party. It’s a delicious estrogen overload.
It is the only party filled to the gills with working ladies. For some of whom this may be their last time giving a man some action. If you single fellas play your cards right you will also bag up a shorty with the mean connect to a New Year’s Eve jumpoff.
Don’t go here to rack up digits tho’. Go here to hunt down a piece of trophy poon for your holiday mantle. Avoid ThunderDome if possible.
Friday, December 11, 2009 @ 10:00pm
TRIBECA CINEMAS
54 Varick Street (@ Laight St.)
New York, NY
$ = FREE
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I swear that if you squint your eyes they look like Virgin Mary charm pieces.
What better way to say to the world that you love yourself some tender slot than by rocking one around your neck? Yeah, I can imagine that you would have to be really progressive and self confident to put it on but just think about it in this way… None of us know where we will be going when we leave this place, but we all know from the place which we arrived and isn’t it like heaven everytime we get to go back there?
Not your mom’s vulva, but some other lady’s joint natch
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