Apparently the old Starbucks logo is the new Starbucks logo (which I should have realized in the 2 months since this post went from draft to published) and its got Christians angry. Go Figure
Someone’s had some work done.
While waiting in line for coffee one morning, I began to wonder, what exactly is the deal with the Starbucks logo? Because to me it looks like a slutty mermaid spreading her legs. Granted, her barnacle encrusted jam pot is obscured by a giant green band with the word coffee on it, but it does bring a welcome hint of maritime tinged eroticism to the beverage. No more having to wish your fuck buddy had the fish part on top and the lady part on bottom like a Magritte, because this one’s a split-tail.
What this has to do with selling coffee, I’ll never know, so I decided to do some snooping. I came across an article at DeadPr0grammer’s Cafe, which details the coffee mascot’s evolution from scaly siren with saggy tits and hairy stomach to the sanitized version we all know and love today.
I can show you the world…
And another thing, why are all the employees at the Starbucks in Chinatown gay Puerto Rican dudes? I find them to be too friendly and accommodating. I’m trying to retain a modicum of anonymity in my morning coffee purchasing. I don’t need them calling out my name and drink of choice the second I walk into the door while they prance around on the counter top like they work at Coyote Ugly.
All aboard the Tranny Town Express! Next stop, metoidioplasty!
Duff has been getting manlier by the minute, and this seems to be the logical next step in her TRANS-formation from Disney slut to full blown shemale. How do you compete when you’re not as pretty/talented/interesting as your contemporaries? Establish a niche market.
Her chiseled good looks have already caught the eye of John Cusack, chick friendly actor and noted dandy fop, who cast her in the cinematic bowel movement, War Inc. Said turd is currently enjoying a 23% rating over at Rotten Tomatoes. Stick to playing pussies and stay out of politics, Lloyd Dobler!
Duff is more of a man than John John will ever be, and he likes it that way. He likes strong women. They remind him of his sister, Joan. Are those two twins? I think their genders got switched in the womb. Kind of like a prenatal version of Freaky Friday.
Posted in Celebrity Shit Heads, Film, Health, Politics, Sexuality
Tagged Enlarged Clitoris, Hilary Duff, Joan Cusack, John Cusack, Metoidioplasty, Scorpions, Shemales, War Inc.
I’ve been a huge (in the pants) fan of Russian softcore act t.A.T.u. since All The Things She Said, back when it was controversial enough to be two underage schoolgirls in love. These days you have to go full frontal or execute a pregnant lesbian in your video to generate publicity.
Maybe I should have read the entire post before I “got down to it.” There I was, “mid stride” when the shot of her distended belly came up. Ugh. That was the end of “that.” You know how I feel about pregnant bitches. Even hot lesbian ones.
Posted in Gay and Lesbian, Music, Pregnancy, Sexuality, Uncategorized, Underage Pussy
Tagged Beliy Plachik, Execution, Pregnant Lesbians, t.A.T.u., Uncensored, Underage Russian Schoolgirls, White Robe
It has been an eventful couple of months. I got divorced, the cancer is in remission, and I am now a bronze medal wheat stooker in the former Soviet Republic of Azerbaijan.
Despite not posting anything new for almost two full months, I have still managed to draw a good deuce/three quarter deuce a day in hits. Never underestimate the public’s unflagging interest in bestiality and Jakob Dylan. Shocking, I know. Who would have thought so many people were into Bob’s not-so-secret shame?
Anyways, every since the scandal that was Farkgate, I’ve become a little disillusioned and come to the conclusion that blogs, like tattoos, are not as cool as they were before everyone had one. I will continue to contribute to the glut of e-pontification, but this is in no way a commitment to consistent content on my part. (Wow, I haven’t seen that many C-words in one place since Mother’s Day. Ba-ZING!)
My comrades and I in the mother-country. I’m the one next to Bogdana.