This was stolen from a myspace bulletin post by a very sexy raver girl.

Introducing the wedding party:

First, the handsome groomsmen and the fine looking groom (in red)

Red ties, black ties, no tie. Mass confusion. "Alright, everyone ..... let's line up for the picture. Let's see ..... hmmm, where shall we .... oh, yes! Perfect! Everyone, please move quickly! Right over there, in front of the garage. Yes, that will be just smashing!"

Continue reading "I'm so glad I don't live in the Mid-Ohio Valley." »

Posted by pinkko at 3:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

This is truly the stuff of legend.

Image courtesy of SoiledDude.

Posted by pinkko at 7:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

So, according to these two, because a banana looks oh so temptingly like a nice, big cock to suck it has to have been created by Jesus expressly for the purporse of sucking. Come on people, these bananas aren't going to ejaculate themselves. . .

Posted by pinkko at 2:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Because I've been cooking so much of it recently.

Posted by pinkko at 11:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

I'm still recovering from Thursday. That was the 4th anniversary of Mr. Parker' mom dying. We had an Irish wake for her, which is to say, we got a bunch of drugs and then consumed them. Weed, poppers, nitrous oxide, and e. It was one crazy fucking night.

I am high, though. And, since I'm high, I'm going to fuck around with the css on this page to see if I can make it look a little better. Nothing like getting high and writing css.

Posted by pinkko at 2:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

When it rains, it pours. Mr. Parker and I were hanging out with Kid from New Jersey and Mr. Molestor on Friday in Mr. Parker' room. We were smoking weed and bullshitting, typical Friday night when you're too broke to leave the house sort of stuff. So Mr. Molester and Kid from New Jersey leave, and as we're walking them to the front door Stockholm informs us that he has just called the cops on us for abducting and/or killing his cat.

Much yelling ensued and a sort of stand off formed. The way it's setup at this particular warehouse is that Mr. Parker and I have the back half of the warehouse, which is two rooms, to ourselves. There are two rooms and two closets (one of which is used as a room) in the front side of the warehouse with a door that only Mr. Parker and I have keys to separating them.

Continue reading "The Stockholm incident." »

Posted by pinkko at 1:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

I posted a bulletin to myspace Tuesday night which was as follows:

title: You are *such* a fag.
body: That is all.

It wasn't directed at anyone in particular. Just some random bullshit I posted for the fucking hell of it. Unfortunately for me, one of the roommates in the warehouse, Stockholm, didn't see it that way.

So, at like nine thirty in the morning on Wednesday, Stockholm busted into my room without permission. Then he started yelling at me, made a few threats, backed me into a corner, and pushed me up against the wall. I guess he wanted to have a fight. He's got close to an 80 pound advantage on me. I would have caught a nasty beat down in that situation.

It's good that it didn't happen, partly because I don't want to get beat down, but mostly because I would have been forced to call a friend and return the favor with interest.

Posted by pinkko at 4:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (14) | TrackBacks (0)