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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Awkward digidrones - Babe




17 comments:

  1. "My flys open huh?...."

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  2. [woman in white] I wore my special white pleated skirt AFTER Labour Day just to impress this guy? He's just staring at Miss DipShitz tits and talking about how his economic forecast keeps rising. Is he flirting?

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  3. Damn, my legs are tired. We've been at this for like 10 minutes. Is it just me or is there no furniture in this room?

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  4. What? This pen isn't dry erase?

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  5. [whispering] If you tap "shave and a haircut" on the red 2003 dot, this thing swings around into a liquour cabinet. ... Now you know why Steve never gets on my nerves.

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  6. Lovin' the new boob job Jules..stellar.

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  7. If you girls sleep with me ill give you an A+ in stats

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  8. Ack! What is this floating white bubble with a spike pointing at my eye, that is between us?

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  9. "Good god! It's Boo and he ain't just hunting Mario anymore!"

    (that's for all you video game nerds out there....)

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  10. So, as you can see, 2005 was our breast year--OH DAMN! I did it AGAIN didn't I? I'm so sorry. Ok. Time out. Let me just get this off my chest and out in the open so I can continue this presentation with a clear mind. Julie, Tanya. I want to tell you... I'm gay. I have NO IDEA why I keep saying "breast". I mean, you're both gorgeous. You're bangin, girls! If I were straight, I'd BEG you two for a threesome. Even just in the supply room. I would post-it all OVER you two! ... Ok, that just made it worse, didn't it?

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  11. "So ladies, with all this harassment hubbub you've created I was forced to chart my penis length at certain times of the day to show you that its not you its me. The red line is when you are around me Debbie, the yellow is you Charlene and the blue is when i am alone by myself. From this we can clearly see that my pantaloons in fact shrink when you are around (especially you Charlene you savage excuse for a walking vagina...it's called doing your hair, it separates you from the animals and lesbians) and thus all charges should be dropped. Thank you for your time and i'm going to leave now to get my blue spike on."

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  12. ...although, if you were to draft another line - let's make it purple - for when Jimmy is around...

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  13. Ladies, check out this wicked graphy thingy I had made! Let's say..... the red line represents you (Julie) and the green line is Tanya and the crazy freaky blue line is me. I have no idea what it all means, I just thought it looked businessy and we look kinda corporate standing here appearing as if we are discussing something important. So nod your head in agreement and point at the graphy thing every once in a while k? That's IF you can remove your fingers from your arm, that is.

    Lunch at Hooters?

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  14. "...See how the blue is ALL OVER BOTH Y'ALL? Uh-huh. Right on. ... Lunch at St. Pete's?"

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  15. Ummm, Julie, did you not get the email about Victorian Fridays? That outfit may have fit in on Promiscuous Tuesdays.

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  16. Nice body language there, checkers. My frat buds and I had a name for that body language: "Depends". ... Oh shut up, pleats.

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  17. deh-deh DEH! DEH! DEH! DEH! DEH! DEH! DEH! Watch out, Red-shirt! The not-very-mobile strange life-form is gonna get you! Oh god no! The tragedy! "Away team, this is the Captain. Beam down another red-shirt. Make it a hotter one this time." OK, slightly weird-looking but hot alien chick in the white outfit, let's go make sweet interspecies love. ... Ow! What? It's Star Trek!

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