
Yes, another LolTrent. Can I help it? He purty, and a blogger’s only human!
Well, it’s not mine, but until I get LolGothing once again, LolNIN will have to suffice; and, given how passe Goth is at the moment, it’s probably a great deal fresher.
I’m not sure I’m up for this. Thanks (?) to Caddie, I’ve sampled actual absinthe, and I must say the experience was about as pleasurable as a fluoride treatment at the dentist‘s.
Now, apparently aware that there is essentially nothing you can do to make absinthe taste worse than it already does, Marilyn Manson is issuing his own brand of the noxious substance.
No word on who gets to “milk” him.
Now, if Trent Reznor wants to bottle his manjuice, I’ll take a case of it.
Yep, another scary-accurate one. Man, the guy who writes these must be psychic, eh?
Your Stripper Song Is |
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Closer by Nine Inch Nails “You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no Soul to tell” When you dance, it’s a little scary – and a lot sexy. |