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FingerRings--> SFU - Mammon Rings (Box) @ Six Feet Under MainStore
Bracelets--> Badwolf - Sten Bracelets (ADD) @ Man Cave Event
when i get bored i just give myself tattoos and take pictures with them
So.. hit me up if you need or want to be f&f.
The unfortunate sight that awaited me when I got back to my truck after the weekend. They just wanted to break something, took the relays out of the fuse box so the motor would not start.
How do I feel right now?? If I find him I would like to break one finger a week for 10 weeks, not decided if it will be a new one every time..............
my parents told me i could be anything so i became an asshole lmfao
the thrown rock was a bullseye on baldie's head.
James steps away from the keyboard and busts out the guitar for a performance of a new song, Anonymous Asshole, about those spineless cowards that post comments on internet forums - they know who they are. Scotty J on bass and Storm in stripes.
The color was pretty good on this but I liked the crisp energy of B+W, and thought I'd shift it sepia-ward just for a contrast to the red red red of Dante's lighting.
This was from the 21 April 2010 Storm and WTF? show featuring Eric McFadden and the Crazy Enough band, with guests including an amazing classical guitar player and Stephanie Smith of Kleveland.
In the right-turn lane, next to a curb painted red, and a sign that says "NO STOPPING ANY TIME." But he had his hazard lights on, so I guess it's okay.
I'll give everyone three guesses as to who's drone is intruding in my shot. Definitely worth the 400 mile drive from Maine to get this. Fortunately, I got another shot without fuckface's drone in it, but seriously...
→ Hurry Hurry at The Men Jail until the 28th~!
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I drew this just now.. it's how Trump makes me feel!
I'm protecting myself with a Susan Richards (The Invisible Woman) type force field...and Trump is trying with all his might to smash thru it! 😦
Bad, bad Christmas. Wife and I both caught nasty colds in the week before Christmas. Christmas Eve, we went to the wife's brother's house for dinner. Took dyspeptic father in-law with us, and one granddaughter as well as daughter-in law in process of divorcing our son. Good food. Father-in-law had nothing to say and couldn't wait to go home. They had to force him to stay. As soon as we started eating, I felt a pain in my jaw, running from the ear down to the chin. Thought it was just a muscle cramp, but it didn't go away.
The father-in-law drove his car to our house from Fresno, as we live about midway between Fresno and Visalia, where the dinner was. Then wife and I drove f-i-l to dinner in his car. Wife's brother decides (rightfully so I guess) that 96 year old dad shouldn't be driving at night and it had begun to rain as well. (Truth is, f-i-l should not be driving at all. Ever). So, we hatch a scheme whereby I drive pops home and wife will go with daughter-in-law and granddaughter. F-i-l is not happy. So we take off with brother in law in followup vehicle so he can pick me up in Fresno and drive me the 25 miles back to Kingsburg. We get to Veteran's home where f-i-l resides, and I park his car and he goes inside. As we're leaving, I see f-i-l's parked car with the lights on. SHIT! I run back in and catch f-i-l before he has entered his room. Get the key and try to return through the building which we had entered. Doors locked. Rain starts. I'm pounding on door. Security guard shows up. I get in and run out to car in rain. Turn off lights and return key. Now I'm not only pissed off, but wet too. We get to my house, and brother-in-law let's me off. I had given my keys to the wife when we left, and she had not returned them. She hadn't come home yet (yeah, I guess she was having fun :-(). So in the rain I'm digging through a flower bed in the dark, looking for the damn stone thing that has a key in it. Would any burglar with half a brain not be able to find these things and use the key? Well, I can't find it because it's dark. Finally get in the house. Mood not good. Jaw aching.
Christmas morning it's breakfast at 7:30. Good food, but can't much enjoy as dyspeptic f-i-l is being his miserable self, and I'm in pain. Presents opened we go home and I hit the sack. That afternoon we were due to have lunch at a nice restaurant in Fresno with son, his now love, grandkids, and--you guessed it-- dyspeptic f-i-l. Once again the pain kept me from enjoying the good food. Son gives me socks for present. I note that when you stretch them out, it starts to look like an asshole. Then the obvious made itself known. It IS an asshole.
Finally home by 6 p.m. and Christmas is over. But the pain gets worse and worse and by now the right side of my face is swollen up like a rotten watermelon. Visions of root canals were pleasant compared to the other potentials. Like would I be the next Elephant Man with a football growing from my head? Oh, I was thinking the worst. Believe it. The pain got so bad that I couldn't stop shaking and became nauseous. The wife calls Kaiser advice nurse. Run through the history, and then she wants to know if I have a fever. Wife cannot find a thermometer. (It just gets better and better, doesn't it). So, seven or eight at night on Christmas Day the wife heads out the door and hits a couple of neighbor's houses. Nobody answers. I guess they were all out having fun, while I was experiencing the wrath meted out to non-believers on Christmas. Wife gets in car and drives to daughter-in-laws for thermometer. Get's back and now we get a call from the doctor in the ER at Kaiser. Fever is just 100.5. Doctor makes an appointment for me the next morning with my regular physician, and advises that if I have a fever--any fever--I'm to come in to the ER, which is 35 or so miles away. By now, I'm thinking the only way I'm moving is if someone comes in and carries my carcass out of the house. So we took a chance. The night was long, but made bearable by the powerful painkillers the wife has. Without them, I would have had no choice but the ER.
Doctor says she doesn't think it's and abscessed tooth and not a tumor. It's good to know that a tumor will generally not provide the experience of excruciating pain. And that's the good news.
Today the swelling is way down. They injected me with antibiotics, and set me on a ten day course of oral antibiotics. Still painful to touch right side of face, but I'm a very happy camper.
And this post is about the first thing I've accomplished since the whole episode began unfolding.
Hope you all had a Merry Christmas or Fabulous Festivus or whatever.
Sorry to write bummer stories at the time of year when you all are celebrating the birth of Jesus and are full of hope for 2019. But on the bright side, it all seems to be getting better. All, except a certain POTUS, which I'm trying to ignore at least until we get into the new year.
Around the globe, in every city there are parts of the neighborhood that's looking a little worse for wear. Abandoned, for one reason or another, and usually occupied by house-squatting hippies, the cool kids on the block or homeless people... And now, also, the mob. Exploiting the privacy and the opportunity to stay under radar they've got eyes on these little hidden treasures, serving as a sanctuary to be found only by those who knows it exists. -Usually right under the nose of the city residents and the police.
These properties are owned by a shell company, within another shell company that is owned by people no one's ever heard of, one of them is 'Alexander Smith', the 'accountant' of a small company which name is of little importance.
What all these houses have in common is that despite the decaying building, the doors are sealed. And can only be opened by a very specific keycard.
If you've been given this keycard, and have found one of it's matching doors. It will let you in, the inside of the building will not match the exterior, and there will be armed guards. Perhaps one, two or four. And you can be sure the working staff are armed too. They'll also want to see your keycard. - But once you're in, you're in.
-It is a neutral zone. You do not have to like all the guests but you will respect them within the premises, each and everyone of them is here because someone trusts them.
-We will not take your weapons, but be well aware that using them in here will result in a lifetime ban from the establishment and punishment will follow.
-Every patron is invited, and the one inviting you will be held responsible if you break any of the (very few) rules, and tasked with dealing out the proper punishment.
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Bar inside ARIA that I can't describe as anything other than a bunch of assholes, but at least it was pretty inside

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Idea, poses and photo are done by Iris
The wonderful funny story is written by Ash
Special thanks to my sis River Anwyl for playing the copper ^^
This whole story started with the "Mr. Pinchy afair" which can be seen in the album in which I add this photo.
And now without further ado on to the story. Thank you again for putting words to my silly ideas dearest Ash!
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"Come on Iris! Just stand up and let me put your chair on the roof and we can go already!.....It will be much faster if I did it!"
"Not a chance, Ash!", Iris grunted as she struggled to get her wheel chair on top of Ash's beat-up old chevette while balancing on a ladder placed against the mountain of stuff that was on top of Ash’s car. "I will feel much better knowing it was secured properly!"
Ash got behind the wheel of her "Classic" Hatchback and waited impatiently. The deafening rumbling noise from the hole in the chevette's muffler drowned out what Iris was trying to say. "Do you really need all this stuff, Ash?"
"What?", her pint-sized friend replied. "Are you ready yet?"
"NO!.....I am not ready, Ash!", Iris called out while struggling to firmly secure her wheel chair atop the mountain of "essential" items.
In the car's backseat, Ash's dog, Professor Noodle, pushed against the door causing the car to slightly shake as if someone had just gotten into the backseat. "Finally!", Ash said, thinking Iris had gotten in the back. "What? Your not talking to me now?", she added. Professor Noodle sniffed at Ash's ear. Ash laughed playfully, "knock it off, Iris! You know I hate that....... and eat a mint!.....Cheese-us your breath smells like you were licking a butthole or eating a tird sandwich or something!"
Ash put the car in drive and gunned it. From on top of the car's roof, Iris screamed out in horror as the car suddenly took off. All she could do was climb into her wheel chair, hold on to her hat and hang on for dear life.
The Chevette made it's way down the canyons winding roads on the way to the interstate. Iris was shrieking the entire time like a gay vampire who was locked outside a grave as the sun came up.
Inside the car, Ash was blasting Starship's Greatest Hits and was singing along at the top of her lungs. She was so caught up in the middle of her favorite song, “Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now”, that she didn't notice the motorcycle cop behind her with it's flashing lights on.
Officer Anwyl realized the driver of the chevette wasn't going to pull over, so she decided to take a shortcut and cut them off a few miles down the winding the road.
In no time, officer Anwyl was ahead of the chevette and stood in the middle of the road ready to order them to stop.
The hunk of rusty red metal rounded the corner at a high rate off speed. Iris was white knuckling her wheel chair as the tiny hatchback tilted on to two wheels. Mister Pinchy even slipped out of the side pocket he was stowing away in and hung on by his tiny little pincher. Officer Anwyl screamed out and high stepped out of the way, narrowly escaping the wrath of Ash's clunker with bad brakes. Ash had to pull up the emergency brake handle in order to stop the car.
"SHUT THE ENGINE OFF NOW!", commanded officer Anwyl. Ash killed the engine and could immediately hear Iris on top of the roof, hyperventilating.
Ash peaked her head out the window and looked up, "What are you doing up there, Iris? You trying to get me a ticket?" Iris stared down at Ash, her face flushed red, boiling over with anger.
"I am gonna need to see some ID", demanded officer Anwyl. Ash reached for her purse but was interrupted by the officer. "No not you ma'am, Teen Wolf up there", she said, pointing at Iris.
Iris was completely baffled. "ME?!"
"Yes you Miss Okiddo. I am issueing you a summons for ‘Reckless Endangerment’ and for ‘Riding in a Non-Designated Passenger Compartment."
Iris stared down at Ash who was looking up at her with a sheepish smile on her lush lips and scratching the top of her head, and said: "Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!"
Skin & Shape: Glam Affair Cindy in tone 001 on Lelutka Nova
Eyemakeup: 03 from Noir Pack Vol 01 for Lelutka HD
Hair: Tableau Vivant Eerie Daughter
Tattoo layers: CURELESS Healedled Cherry Blooms/Light & Nefekalum Tattoos - From Ashes
Flitty Cent waits at the bottom of the stairs for her next victim.
She hears the laughter of a gaggle of drunk party goers on their way to cars they probably shouldn't be driving in this condition anyway...
*katat0nik* Criminal Gacha @ The Clique
Bloody DBH shirt, Tire Iron + Hammer
::GB::Slave chain necklace (Rig) / Black - Gold
*katat0nik* Self Diagnosis Bracelet (Monster)
[MANDALA] Tunnel(Hole_size_5/L) Stretched ears -Omimi-
[The Forge] - Ocullas Arms Rare @ Lootbox
Coco's being forced into a portrait by her jerky slave
to be a spider woman spittin out silk from her spider butthole
Me: "Give me an expression that says 'I just ate your butterfly collection and I have seven erasers in my butthole..' "
What started out as me wanting to spend some time with you proceeded to talks about body sliders, cat buttholes, you updating your head and getting lost trying to find the redelivery, all for goddamn piercings...to me wanting this hair, and then deciding at 11pm that we were gonna take a pic.
You do so much to enrich my life, my sister. I love you, even if I could only follow about 80% of your conversation about your work :p
"I think Shamu died, Iris!.....It freakin stinks!", Ash said as she walked back to their campsite.
Ash had been swimming while Iris took it upon herself to cook up fresh caught lunch for them.
"Very funny, Ash. Lunch will be ready in 5 minutes."
"Oh my god.....that smell is coming from what you are calling lunch, Iris!.......Who's lunch?......Ain't mine!"
Iris scowled at her pint-sized friend. "Just try it, Ash!......You will love it, I promise!"
Ash looked at the fish sizzling on the grill.
"I think I am gonna be sick!", Ash exclaimed, holding her flat toned tummy. "It smells like a bucket of rotten butt-holes.
"Then I think rotten butt-holes are delish!", Iris stated as she bent down and inhaled the aroma. Puckering her lips and jokingly blowing her catch a kiss of approval.
Ash cheeks pufffed up as she gagged and ran to the nearest palm tree and began tossing last nights cookies.
The language is leaving me………………………………….
(I don’t find myself bouncing round whistling butthole
If you find some blurry spots, i apologize. My computer/sl is being a butthole. Nothing will stay rezzed. Ive been trying to sort it out for 3 days now.
QUESTO AMMASSO E’ QUANTO SI E’ ACCUMULATO DURANTE QUESTI ANNI,DAL 1997 AD OGGI,AL RITMO DI DUE O TRE SFORNATE MUSICALI AL GIORNO(evito di NOMINARE lo strumento cardine di tale operazione)!DA QUESTE MIGLIAIA,NE HO ESTRATTI UNA CINQUANTINA PER STILARE LA MIA PERSONALE CLASSIFICA DEI PIU’ SEMINALI ALBUM DI TUTTI I TEMPI .ECCOLA:
3-PINK FLOYD “THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN”
4-LEONARD COHEN "SONGS OF LEONARD COHEN"
6-VELVET UNDERGROUND “VELVET UNDERGROUND & NICO”
8-NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS "THE GOOD SON"
14-MARIANNE FAITHFULL “BROKEN ENGLISH”
15-DAVID BOWEI "tHE RISE AND THE FALL OF ZIGGY STARDUST"
16-BRIAN ENO “BEFORE AND AFTER SCIENCE”
23- ANGELO BADALAMENTI "TWIN PEAKS SOUNDTRACK"
28-NEIL YOUNG “TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT”
30-JESUS AND MARY CHAIN “PSYCHOCANDY”
33-JEFFERSON AIRPLANE “AFTER BATHING AT BAXTER”
37-KING CRIMSON "IN THE COURT OF CRIMSON KING"
38-TALKING HEADS "REMAIN IN LIGHTS"
40-NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS "TENDER PREY"
41-SINEAD O'CONNOR "THE LION AND THE COBRA"
42-DAVID CROSBY “IF I COULD ONLY REMEMBER MY NAME”
44-JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE "ELECTRIC LADYLAND"
47-JEFFERSON AIRPLANE “SURREALISTIC PILLOW”
48-DEAD CAN DANCE "SPLEEN AND IDEAL"
49-SEX PISTOLS “NEVERMIND THE BOLLOCKS”
52-RED HOUSE PAINTERS "DOWN COLOURFULL HILL"
53-SPACEMEN 3 "THE PERFECT PRESCRIPTION"
59-THE PSYCHEDELIC FURS " TALK,TALK,TALK,"
61-THE BYRDS "YOUNGER THAN YESTERDAY"
67-BUTTHOLE SURFERS "PSYCHIC POWERLESS...ANTHER'S MAN SAC"
68-NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL "IN THE AEROPLANE OVER THE SEA"
70-DINOSAUR JR "YOU'RE LIVING ALL OVER ME"
I entered the pink furry tubes, yes i did, yes i did
for specifics visit: in vivo in silico <--thee blog-ish sorta
Lady Sniff - . - ahem* (Im pretty sure Gibby is a Poet Laureate)
Lady sniff my twisted Lincoln, lady walk alone
Lately when I see you, baby, Lord I gotta go
Walking down that stinky highway, got to meet my man
Lately when I smell you, baby, oh my goddamn
Take me back to Detroit, Paul, yeah heh heh
Lady sniff my broken teabag, lady walk the road
Lately when I see that teabag, I can't take the load
Lady walk that greasy gravy, Lord [?]
Lately when I eat you baby, Lord, I just can't see
Pass me some of that dumbass over there, yeah boy
Lady walk with Furry Burry, animally in, yeah
Lately when I see you baby, got to have my sin
Lady walk that greasy highway, stinky holy war
Lately when I see you baby, walking out that door
Murray, bring me my bacon! Murray?!
Lady fold my wall to wall, know what the hell you say
Walk 'em on those roly-polys each and every day
Lady in my stinky pinky, rooty dooty do
Lately when I see you, baby, don't know what I do
(c'mon, now you jus know you gotta go lissen-up --> link'd up-top)
Modern Demons.This one is a classic power game.
Prepare your penises and vajayjays and buttholes motherfuckers!
When I woke up this war thing news was the first sign…
Folks shot flat from tank in land must decline
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