So it appears, it doth, that I didn’t make the shortlist for the coveted Bloggies. And I didn’t make the shortlist for the Weblog Awards, either. But will that stop me from pimping my blog out for the Koufax Awards, the Engtech Contest, and any other ego rocketfuel I can find? Hell to the no!
Let’s sit back and let the great dramatic actor Jake Gyllenhaal explain it to you.
This is the Safe For Work view. Arguably-NSFW views are over the jump, including the arguably-NSFW photo of the sculptor. If anyone knows who he is, please let me know. BoingBoing linked to a site featuring the photos, but I’m not comfortable with that site because it makes money featuring unaccredited photos of cool things that someone else obviously uploaded. Every single time I’ve checked this site, it has failed to credit the actual source, and I don’t believe (their disclaimer aside) that this is anything other than systematic and deliberate, so I’m not going to link to them.
But I will feature these pictures, because someone else took them and I’m really interested in finding out who the artist is. James, can you help? This is what they thought would be the answer.
Getting back to the topic “at hand” (*looks down at own sweater*) we present these bizarre, beautiful, yet disturbing images of sex fantasy female dolls with hugely inflated breasts. While there are other sculptures, I thought I’d go with the Playboy Bunny; so iconic, don’t you agree?
PS: she’s wearing a g-string, so technically this is SFW. So there. Phjo For whatever reason, my delete and backspace keys have suddenly stopped working. Oh, this should get interetsting real fast. Now I have to leave the big ugly Photobucket things in place and can only edit through selective use of the Insert key. Wunnerful. (ah, the CUT option works! Yay!)
In any case, here are your boobies:
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Nope, I woulda lost a bet. I’m actually Markheim, but nobody’s read that story!
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You scored as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. You are the unfortunate changling from Robert Louis Stevenson’s classic novel, the victim of volatile emotions that violate your reputedly noble character. Through scientific experimentation, you have divided your social and primal selves into two separate physical entities, which grapple perpetually for control of your existence. Because of this tension, your life is a maelstrom of inescapable, private turmoil.
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Start with ten tons of pure sodium…
if that doesn’t meet your “madness baseline”, try this:
Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama.
Still up for more? Here. That aught to do it.
Don’t say I ain’t never done nuthin’ for ya.
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