Showing posts with label Not Hot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Not Hot. Show all posts

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Super-Duper-Size Me

































You go on one little five-month, fast-food binge and the next thing you know, you're relegated to being photographed in coats the size of the Empire State Building. You're darn right I'm not smiling about it.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Pillaging and Plundering for Good Booty

































Ahoy me hearties! I'm back, with a clean poop deck and padded treasure chest, looking for a buccaneer with a robust booty to flog this yo-ho-ho before shivering me timbers with a jolly roger.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Au Naturale
































Beauty: Screw laser hair removal!

Beast: Yeah! Wait, we're talking just for me though, right? Because you've got a little 'stashe going that I could live without. 

Beauty: Sure honey, because I'm actually loving raking my hands through your back fur.

Beast: So, all this time you've been lying to me?

Beauty: No, I really dreamed of bedding Chewbacca over Han Solo. Because the 7-foot-tall Wookiee was the hot one.

Beast: But Mom always said Chewbacca was...oh, I get it now.

Beauty: Moms fib. Life's a bitch.

Beast: I hope my job at the Empire is still available.

Monday, September 6, 2010

The Eyes Have It

 






























Blondie: Can you see her?

Brownie: Not as well as I'd like, but yes, I can see her.

Blondie: She's taken each of our eyes and is wearing them as a mismatched set.

Brownie: Like Kate Bosworth. Very trendy!

Blondie: True, but besides the point, don't you think? 

Brownie: Too bad we're too fragile to take her.

Blondie: We'd break like matchsticks. At least the deep side part is in.

Brownie: Hooray! We're trendy too!

Blondie: We sure are. Now get off me. My spine is starting to tear.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Splitsville

































I'm in my daughter's jeans, I'm in my daughter's jeans!
 

RRRIP!

Thank God I'm wearing mom briefs, thank God I'm wearing mom briefs!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Coitus of Convenience
































Sockless: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Victor. No, wait.

Souless: Mother was right. Trade school wouldn't have been all that bad.

Sockless: Victim! Is it Victim? 

Souless: At least he's buying that I'm into him.

Sockless: No, it's Villain. Yes. That's it. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Villain. 

Souless: At least he's buying.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Battle of the Bulge

































How I've longed for clothing that adds unsightly bulges to my figure!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Who Tooted?

































This looked so much sexier in my head.