Well, we’ve had some bombastic requests from members of the machosphere to lighten up on the “what lip gloss texture are you?” quizzes and up the “are you just a manly man or do you actually make Paul Bunyan look gay?” quizzes, so here’s the macho-iest one I could find, stolen from the Phantom Lord of Ultimate Darkness:
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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.
I knew I was doing something wrong.
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