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BRAD DOES TEXAS

If you're in the Houston, TX area this weekend, check out hottie Brad Patton at South Beach!

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... Toneesha Mobile, that is.

Here's the final version of the first (phake) ad I whipped up for the boys over at PNSexplosion... if this amuses you, but you have NO idea what its about, listen to the PNSexplosion podcast. I've been listening to cheeze guys since the first episode (back when that Oompah Loompah who runs the mic, and twiddles the knobs wasn't allowed to speak -- and it was called The Patrick & Noah Show), and it has quickly become one of my favorite shows.

I've got more podcast art goodies, customized icon sets and a few more ticks up my sleeve... so stay tuned.

THE NEW JAY (Take Two)

I wasn't pleased with the first graphic I whipped up for this contest on The Gay Pimpin' With Jonny McGovern podcast (I guess I was still in a funk over the news Jay* was leaving). This time, I opted for a more obvious approach (read: I'm still not happy, but have to be at work in a little while).

If you think you can fill Jay*'s gogo boots (or jockstrap for that matter), get your hot little bod over to www.GayPimp.com... your big, gay daddy needs you!

NOW ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS...

I was very sad to hear the news that Jay* (NYC Go-GoBoy, and all-around hottie) was hanging up his... uh, underwear/jockstrap, I guess. Now domesticated (or so they say), Jay will no longer be dancing, or appearing on The Gay Pimp's Podcast. [Aside to Str8boy Martin: butch it up, Mary! With Jay out of the picture, the nelly-factor will soar out of control. Keep it in check, or else it's sand in your vaseline... got it?] Jay was a regular contributor to the GPP, and while not on the level of cultural impact, of say... Sophia Lamar, he brought something unique to the show. (Large, and unique, from what I'm heard.) Although his movie reviews were, well... they were, uh... well, that isn't the point. He was really cute, and he's got a great ass, OK? There are plenty of hot, young gay guys out there with big doingers, and asses as sweet as vanilla ice cream, but not all of them can go-go, let alone give strip-tease movie reviews.

But I put my full faith in the big, gay pimp-daddy on the other coast: if there's a boy hot enough out there to fill the hole... eww, let's not go there. Jonny McGovern will deliver, cause that's just what he does. If you, or someone you know thinks they have what it takes to be the next big Go-Go/Movie Slut sensation, go to Jonny McGovern's site, and get to work!

MEIN LIFE, MEIN KARD

My name Nunyo Dambizness
My childhood ambition, according to the little book my mom filled out when I was a tot, was to be a garbage man, or drive a tractor. (Butch, huh? So what the hell happened?)
My soundtrack needs a knob to control the volume.
My retreat: my music.
My wildest dreams would scare you.
My proudest moment has yet to come.
My biggest challenge is avoiding the urge to climb up on a clock tower, with a high-powered rifle, and… ooops, uh, forget I said that one.
My alarm clock is set to some obnoxious ‘morning zoo’ morning-drive, radio program, so I’ll be sure to get out of bed and turn the damn thing off!
My perfect day would be around 67 to 73 degrees, Fahrenheit.
My first job was at a movie theatre. Actually, now that I think about it, I taught swimming lessons at our homeowner’s association pool one summer… but for some reason, I don’t count it as work.
My indulgence varies, from day to day.
My last purchase was a few boxes of those 100-calorie chip packages. It’s all about portion-control, people!
My favorite movie depends on my mood (and who’s asking). But I would say I’ve always been particularly fond of “Amadeus” and “Clue.”
My inspiration eludes me as I grow older.
My life is a drama, with a beginning, a middle and no end!
My card isn’t from some snooty, evil company like American Express—they screwed me once, and that was one too many times for my taste!

American Excess

SPAM-O-MATIC

Here are this week's top-picks for SPAM:

Cute young teen pussy fucking big cock
Is it the pussy that's young, or the teen?

Re: Lavyqo News
What news? Huh? Who are these people?

Amazingly brunette babe using a vibro
How, pray tell, is someone or something "amazingly" brunette?

Bigtit babes gets lesbian fuck
How many are there? Grammar, people, grammar. I like my cheap internet porn to make sense!

Yummy teen stuffs pussy with hairh brush
Yummy? And is it more than one teen? Or is is the yummy one who is trying to comb-out the other one's hairpie?

Smoking hot teen babysitter threesome
Teens who smoke are not hot, and threesomes can be awkward..

Busty cheerleader massievly doggy styled
What if I want to see her only sort-of get styled?

You won’t find anything better, Cassie
They're not even trying, now.

You are lucky boy
No, I'm a lucky dog, but thanks for trying.

Real men never cry
No, but we do eat flan.

Fortune smiled on us
What-e-ver!

After a famine in the stall comes a famine in the hall
So sayeth the good book!

and my personal favorite:

Acquitting bartend reef dyad viscometer allegoric octile westward interim kulak
Amen!

LACRIMOSA! LACRIMOSA!

Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus. Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem.


Sorry I haven't posted in recent days, but my G4 — named Opus — kicked the bucket last week. I know this sounds silly, but I wept... I wept mostly because Opus was the last thing in my life that wasn't totally f*cked--so much so, that I never thought about how good I had it.

I spent a better part of the weekend online (on someone else's computer, mine just has this circle with a slash through it, and won't boot from the install disc or any back-up volumes) and trying to get in touch with Apple, and trying not to end up on top of a clock-tower with a rifle. I won't go into details, but let's just say this shouldn't have happened, as far as everything on paper goes, but...

Well here we are. I did manage to recover my external drive data — after a few short prayers, and a a few hours in Disk Utility repair options — so some of the extras I've been working on (my PNSexplosion 100th Episode Megamix, the custom icon sets I've made for The Gay Pimp, Entertainment Beat With Frances Gumm and the PNSexplosion podcasts a sample of which I've posted here, and my various personal music projects) are intact in one form or another...

but Opus (named for both the musical and comic strip meanings of the word), or at least the Opus I know is gone.

/sigh/

GET READY (AGAIN) MY LIL' GAY BABIES!

The second season of the 'Gay Pimpin' With Jonny McGovern' podcast kicked off this week... without a certain go-go boy, but with all of the sass, and all of the ass we all came to know and love. (And love to know and came all over.)

S'bout time, c*nts!

BETTER GET READY...

ready to ru-uuuuun!

I didn't post my music picks for April, so here's an extra-big, fatty May edition. I picked this photo for a couple of reasons. (Hope y'all can read the text, and everything's spelled rite... heh, heh, heh. That was a joke.) First off, my little sis' asked me for a copy of their song, "Ready To Run," but I didn't have it. Long story short: I fell in love with it. I already loved the gals, for a number of reasons, but this was the first time I actually paid attention to their music.

Yes, their stand on the war, and our President won me over. (The backlash against them wasn't half as bad as it was reported in the media, but I'll post on that, later in the week.) But what first caught my eye, and won them a place my heart was the ad campaign this photo is taken from. Yeah, Candies are kinda lame, and yeah, it is a bit of a sell-out move to take-on a huge sponsor like this...

But I love that the ad shows all three of them chowing down -- and I mean, wolfing down -- greasy, All-American fast food in the back of their limo. If you're smart enough to read this post, then you're smart enough to know how few positive images of healthy, real women circulate in our mainstream media. Yes, childhood obesity is on the rise, but somehow, at some point, those chubby lil' porkers start starving themselves (or worse) by the time they leave for college. Bravo, to the D-Chicks, for presenting an image of women eating food, and enjoying it. To the rest of the gals -- excluding the cast of the Charlie's Angels movies (you go, Drew!), I only have this to say: when your elbows are the largest part of your upper-body, it's time to re-think you relationship with food.

Eww... bit of a downer-post, huh? Oh well. Go cheer yourself up with some music - most, or all of my music picks can be found on legitimate music web sites, so go ahead, and get your groove on!

SPAM-O-RAMMA

MY TOP TEN FAVORITE SPAM MESSAGES (THIS WEEK)
Yes, these are all real subject lines from my email I’ve collected in the past week, or so. In no particular order, here are my favorites:


Second notification, Kermit
Well, they're just not even trying, now, are they? I mean, I love the Muppets, but... c'mon.

Hey bro, found this site
Yeah, uh, that almost worked... its right up there, with wearing head-to-toe A&F at the gym/club/bar... and you're 54 years old.

WalMart (R) gift card worth* $500.00 inside
Well, the (R) was a nice touch, but Wal Mart? C'mon!

Olya getting a good drilling on the sofa
Go, Olya! Dental hygiene is so very important, when you're an immigrant.

A naughty girl making a breast massage
Huh? Making a massage? Me speaka English very, very gooder.

Don't be left behind the enlargement revolution!
Uh, hell-o? One look at the new mobile phones will tell you, there's a miniaturization revolution going on! Duh!

ExpIicit voyeeur phootos specially Pickman, from Zipityzap_108
Lame. Utterly lame!

My boy!
Hmm... nah, that's just sick.

Sveet sIuts hardsore picts justness gorillas
I laughed for quite a while after reading this one!

Are you alone?
Yeah, but I have the voices in my head to keep me company, so don't worry about it!

OH, I WANNA DANCE WITH, UH... UH...

JABBANOBATTAH!

OK, so I finally got pissed off at my last boss (actual picture on left), for sacking me.

I mean, how dare you? I rocked! I rocked like no one you've ever seen! And don't tell me it was me, or I couldn't handle the job...
the last three guys before me quit, or were fired, and there wasn't anyone in the job for almost 6 months prior to my arrival. Oh, and the guy you gave my job to walked off the job after less than a year!

Alright, maybe it is the job. Or maybe its you! Either way, it doesn't matter, now, I guess. What's done is done, right?

Then why am I mad now? I'll tell you... starting over sucks, no matter what the circumstances are. That's just how it is, end of story.

But how dare you just snap your fingers, and send me back to go, and tell me its my fault?! You're gonna get what's comming to you, trust me. And I'm not gonna shed a single tear. At least not for you.

SE HABLA RETARD

Sorry I haven't posted as of late, been a little under the weather. But I had to share this conversation I just had with a phone rep from Chase Bank:

ME: Uh, so I got this letter from you guys, something about my APR being adjusted.

RE: No, sir -- I don't show any letter going out to this account.

ME: Well, it goes something like this [I read about half the letter before she interrupts]...

RE: Oh yes, sir. I see we adjusted your APR in April.

ME: Oh. So... uh, was I credited.

RE: No, sir. Your account was at the wrong APR, so we lowered it.

ME: Right, the letter says that. So, what about the 6 other months is was at the wrong rate?

RE: We lowered them.

ME: So I was credited for the amount I over-paid all those months?

RE: No, sir, I show no credits.

ME: So, uh... what the hell went on?

RE: Look, sir... we credited your account the following amounts... [she rattles off a bunch of numbers]

ME: Uh, so I was credited.

RE: No, your account was adjusted.

ME: Uh, OK. Thanks.