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.
I have a long and shameful history, it must be admitted, of crushes on right-wing political figures (the sainted Pierre Elliot Trudeau notwithstanding; as always, he’s a special case) perhaps because of my poorly-disguised thing for preppies, but frankly, above all of them (even Tony Blair who is, come on, right wing) stands one man.
On crutches. Click to enlarge; don’t you wish everything worked that way?
I mean, seriously. Hubba-hubba!
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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
Beaver shots have been neglected around here of late (we even skipped the drunk Russian beaver rampage of January, shocking to say!) but we are about to rectify that, ladies and gentlemen. We are about to make up for lost time in the only way we know how: by pandering.
So here is your shot of a smooth, cool, bad beaver, via the equally not-afraid-to-go-there NagOnTheLake:
Yes, the smooth contours of this ceramic Bad Beaver Vase by Paige Russell are evocative and moving in the extreme; why, you could even say they’re patriotic, couldn’t you? Run it up the flagpole and see what salutes.
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