To tell the truth, I was deathly afraid I’d end up something uncool, like a spork. I’d much rather be the slotted spoon you use to mix sugar with absinthe…I actually have one of those. Still can’t stand absinthe, although the people at La Fee are very nice.
You Are a Fork |
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People find your honesty to be a bit piercing at times. You are driven and wildly ambitious. You know what you want, and you take the most direct path to getting it. |
From the always-giftworthy although only sometimes-raincoasterworthy shop Chocolate Moose on Robson Street:
This one lacks accuracy, I must say, since I have virtually none of those traits (except an athleticism that has lain unused and wrapped in tissue paper for the last four years). But every one of my bikinis is, in fact, a halter, so there may be something to this after all.
You Are a Halter Bikini |
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And you’ve got a great tan, probably from all those beach volleyball games! |
First up, possibly my favorite painting in the entire world, Rembrandt’s Pallas Athena. I’m well aware that many people think it may not be by Rembrandt himself, but like, whatthefuckever, the painting stands on its own two feet, or would if it had feet instead of a frame. Rembrandt would look at that and say “God, I wish I’d painted that,” I mean, assuming he did not:
Could it rock any harder? I mean, really.
Next up, this very 21st-Century image from the Guardian of a newly-graduated Iraqi policewoman firing at a target.
This is, without question, the roughest striptease action you’ll see all day, and that’s even IF you have those Carmen Electra workout videos.
From that cavalcade of Schadenfreude, the Failblog
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