You can’t find a picture of the 25 pound bucket of Skin Lube. Only the five pounder. Such a shame, it must be a very…

…VISUAL item.

courtesy dizzyspells, it’s Woody.

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Dr. Goggles found this lovely slot machine. Jed and I think you should be rewarded with a block of spam if you win the jackpot. Not in a can or anything, just forced out of a MEAT DUCT by compressed air, sliding along on its gel and then plopping into your extended hand.

And it should splatter instead of clanking when you win, too. Yeah.

Why aren’t there more variety meat-based gambling devices?

you know, the ones who live in Buena Park and have also the sticker that says “shut up city boy” on their impossibly shiny truck that has never had poo on it.

they drive these.

i wish them all to have a half ton of manure, immediately, daily, forever.

i am a bitter little man and i hate freedom

Frenchmen do Rocky

only connect

AmIADeadPopeOrNot, showing that behind every stolid, graying, responsible-appearing news anchor there’s a shrieking coked-out sorority girl.

Kraftwerk North America Tour 2005

June 6 here. gottagottago!

Purdue is working on a permanent Homeland Security Stationary Death Star Blimp. Thanks, guys!