Category : Disturbing
I can't believe this thing is still here. It's like a ghost ship, sailing the forgotten corners of the internet. Or something.
Neither can I! - kaf
Dr. Preston Smith, a Knoxville pediatric urologist and owner of Potty M.D., demonstrates his new interactive potty training product for children called the "Potty Monkey." The plush stuffed animal, with built-in timer that reminds your child to go to the bathroom, comes complete with its own flushing toilet, big monkey underwear and two books
AMSTERDAM, Netherlands -- Bears killed and ate a monkey in a Dutch zoo in front of horrified visitors, witnesses and the zoo said Monday.
More carnage (not for the squeamish).
Judge Stephen Henroid: "She should have taken a gun and shot the other five [dogs] before she came back to court, if she didn't have any other options. This is serious. She's going to jail today."
In the past two weeks, I've become single again, found a man guilty of selling a twenty bag of crack in South Jamaica, Queens (the current street name for crack is 'hard' in case you were wondering), made a public revelation on another site, and interviewed for a room in a new place, which I didn't get although the interview seemed to go swimmingly.
On the plus side, the new Limited Edition White Chocolate Twix taste good (but look weird) and I got a free bacon cheeseburger courtesy of Queens County during my deliberations. I know it's the early going, but I have a low tolerance for frustration, so I need a cleansing blast of angry rock and roll to get it out of my system and keep me going. Pray for mojo.
Marilyn Manson loves watching nature shows - about baboons.
The shock rocker's wife, Dita von Teese, says the couple love lounging in front of the TV watching shows about the animal kingdom.
She revealed: "We like nature shows, about baboons or whatever - but they're really all quite similar."
"Rhino sex is always violent. It looks like two Jeeps having an argument," she said. "Once copulation begins, they're locked together for well over an hour."
"This is the most tacky, tasteless, smutty, down-in-the-gutter tour ever created."
Sounds like it's right up our alley.
Apparently, in an effort to protect their circus and zoo animals from the record-low temperatures, the Russians have been giving them booze.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. As the mercury plunged to below -30C in Russia's coldest winter for three decades, what better way to help a freezing elephant fight off the cold than with a bucketful of warm, vodka-based toddy.
And what better for Indra, a 39-year-old Indian elephant, than to drain the bucket to the last fortifying drop of the drink beloved of Russians down the ages.
Moments later, however, the star of the circus was on the rampage. With alcohol coursing through its veins it ran wildly round its enclosure, smashing hot water radiators and tearing them from the wall. Indra was subdued only after giving itself and two other elephants a hot shower.
....Reports of the elephant's drunken behaviour were followed by accounts of monkeys at a zoo in Lipetsk, south of Moscow, being given wine three times a day "to protect against colds", and of a sea lion treated for pneumonia with brandy body rubs.
(holy shit, my login still works)
PULITZER PRIZE WINNING PHOTOGRAPHER / Clicky McPhotographer
I'm fucking ace and so are my photos. here is a list of bastard groups who've banned me.. the c***s.
Just to let you all know that I am, in fact, still alive, here's a picture of a nice monkey I took this weekend.
The suit, in any case, says that Patterson would interpret hand movements by Koko as a demand to see exposed human nipples. She warned Alperin and Keller that their employment with the foundation would suffer, the suit says, if they "did not indulge Koko's nipple fetish."
"All that was left was a little red bathing cap."
Shark attack beats slow and lingering, in my opinion.
Do you see yourself going out in a blaze of glory? In flagrante delicato? Eaten by your own loving pets?
300 children bitten by 'blood sucking' monkeys at famous Indian temple
Monkeys lurking at an ancient Hindu temple in India's northeast have attacked up to 300 children over three weeks, temple officials said Tuesday.
"They hide in trees and swoop on unsuspecting children loitering about in the temple premises or walking by, clawing them and even sucking a bit of blood," Bani Kumar Sharma, a priest at the Kamakhya temple in Assam state, told The Associated Press....
My brains are melting here: is it Nick Nolte? James Coburn? Marcia Gay Harden? Dammit, someone out there looks a lot like this gorilla guy. But who is it? James Earl Jones? A heavy-set Sigourney Weaver? Brian Dennehy?
Malaysians eat free fried chicken during a campaign to encourage poultry eating in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Lupo, Lupo's sister, Eyeball and myself had a merry few beers and a saunter around the Santa Monica Promenade last night.
L to R: kaf, lupo, eyeball.
A good time and conversation was had by all. Lupo is a great guy, as is Mr. Ball. We were as old friends.
OK, boys and girls. Here's the dilly-o.
Yours truly will be in Los Angeles next month from the 7th to the 17th. I have a wedding to go to on the 14th, and a rehearsal dinner the night before, but other than that I'm free. Let's meet.
An added wrinkle: I just spoke to Witchstone. She's got the lead (!) in a play, down San Diego way. I propose we go see her. (The play runs Tuesday through Sunday, with matinees on weekends.)
Who wants to meet a Lupo?
"The fate of nations is intimately bound up with their powers of reproduction. All nations and all empires first felt decadence gnawing at them when their birth rate fell off." --Benito Mussolini
I'm just trying to make America great again, you know. I'm going to be a father again, to another son, on or around February 25.
I shudder to think what would happen if Readymade and I ever got together. Daycares would give us volume discounts. Bunnies would seethe with jealousy. The Chinese would have us brought up on UN charges.
I have to start wearing tighter underwear.
GRRRRR... now there are EXTRA line breaks in all the archives.
But new entries should be OK from now on.
As usual, I made a big problem out of a little problem. I ended up doing a fresh install of MovableType.
For all you posters out there, there's a new address: instead of 9622.net/admin you want to go to 9622.net/mt.
Let me know if you have any questions or see any problems.
Also: I MET MR_CRASH_DAVIS AND YOU DIDN'T! (well, most of you didn't anyway...)
It's all very well to have brothers and sisters. But sometimes they can be deeply embarrassing. Here is Natalie Wood's sister, Lana, to start us off. Where are the John Waits, the Ben Cohens, the Lucille Chomskys, the Tom Thurmans?
Looks like a perfectly innocent truck, right? That's because I'm showing you the front. The rear view is NSFW.
After reading this article and recognizing the same instinct that used to preside over my choice in music (not to mention enjoying and publicly enthusing over the same bands), I suddenly felt a terrible guilt and sense of loss of no longer actively looking for new music I could call my own.
Nowadays - though, unlike the author, the likes of Robbie Williams still make me foam at the chops - I rely on other people's discoveries (our own Marquis, btw, has been my most recent and reliable guru) to slake my thirst.
On the other hand, come to think of it, I have been buying more Rodgers and Hammerstein's original soundtracks; more 50's jazz; an alarming number of historical recordings of classical music; some Tony Bennett even...
And only yesterday my 19-year-old nephew looked around the thousands of CDs in my living room and asked if it was a library - and did I keep the new records somewhere else?
Is muzak creep slowly taking over? What worrying symptoms have you come across in your own listening habits? What percentage of music do you listen to that is, say, less than six months old?
"What's this?" you are all saying to yourselves. "Why Robbie? Why here? Why now?"
(more inside)
Let's show this man some proper love, people.
Happy belated birthday, you flammable god of the barnyard.
I got some pictures developed the other day. It turned out to be an old roll of film from last summer. Amidst these nostalgic photos appeared:
I have no idea what the fuck this is (more inside).
The question has been raised by The Man himself - where has ColdChef been?
In the library with the candlestick?
In the kitchen with Dinah?
In the bayou with the swamp critters?
The possibilities are endless...
Jonmc Living; Jonmc Food; Jonmc Weddings... I wonder what kind of lifestyle we thunderslobs and thundersluts would promote if we inherited the Martha Stewart mantle by default.
Here's some of the evidence, awaiting your captions and conclusions.
2. Skater Oksana Baiul
3. Melonie Hamel
4. Summer Sanders
5. Joe MacNamara
"Meat Shower part of history"
...unidentified flying objects that looked like beef reputedly rained from a cloudless sky in 1876. The Meat Shower lasted about 10 minutes. The mystery is 127 years old.
I wished the bleach burnt into your eyes.
Whose head of hair makes you itch for their throats? We're not talking bad hair days - we're talking evil, retina-burning hair souls.
And, on a more positive note, whose head of hair are you secretly envious of; or been trying to emulate for donkey's' years; or planning to premiere this summer? Me, I'm going for the freshly-arrested Nick Nolte look. [So don't even dream of it, jonmc!]
We all have someone or something we know deep down we ought to respect and admire - a paragon of the arts or literature; a founding father; a gourmet food; an humanitarian hero; a philantropic organization; a seminal band; a saintly figure; an example to us all - and, in fact, we do. Sort of. But they still annoy the hell out of us.
Well, I can't stand Nelson Mandela.
So, I know you're all dying to know what I do on the weekends. Well, sometimes I dress up for 80s-themed birthday parties.
This is what you get when you mix 2 parts vodka, 1 part hairspray, and 4 parts Guns N Roses:
And this was at the BEGINNING of the night.
And yes, I am in a Stretchcalade. Brittney, I feel your pain.
Right. Now your turn.
Being assigned to watch this is the only reasonable excuse.
Still, congrats are in order.
Parents, lock up your children. Monkeys, lock up your b****fires. Jon, put down the pocky.
Since old Metafilter is down, let me introduce you to one of my favourite scandal mongering web sites:
In the 20 Questions section, Metal Sludge asks different metal has-beens to dish dirt on each other. Dee Snider's is quite enjoyable. Here's an example quote:
13. Which do you prefer & why: John Denver or Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa! You know, but uh, I got to tell you boy, that John Denver had a voice like a bell! Like a bell, I tell ya!! He was the Rocky Mountain High! It's so weird, you know, after you come to know people, it's very difficult to not like them anymore. You know, and a case in point for that one would be Fleetwood Mac. I HATED Fleetwood Mac. Hated, hated, hated. And I wound up at this record industry function and I wound up spending a good part of the day with Stevie Nicks and she was really cool. She wasn't an asshole at all. And all of a sudden I'm sitting there going, "you know, that 'Rhiannon,' that's a pretty catchy tune." (Dee laughs). You can't really hate her with quite the same venom when they're actually like not assholes. You know, you want 'em to be assholes.
Or, for those of you've who have always wondered who has the biggus dickus in metal, you can always check out The Long and the Short of It, compiled from groupies everywhere. Not Safe For Work, unless you work for Ron Jeremy.
Go, go, go, touch your inner mullet!
Public service annouuncement: whatever you may do in current or future holiday seasons, do not, I repeat, do not, spend $120.00 to go see Trans Siberian Orchestra. No matter how much your friends may say "They're really cool. You're gonna love 'em".
Picture "It's a Spinal Tap Christmas". Only without any of the humor.
Some of you geeks may have already seen this (50 Reasons Why Lord of the Rings Sucks) but it actually made me laugh out loud and I wanted to share. Especially the Homage or Theft? section in the middle.
Oh yeah, and I thought I'd give the Thundersluts a little something to look at. Sure, he could use a bath. And a shave. And probably a little shape to his hair style. And maybe some dental work. Possibly some vocal work. Perhaps even some genital work, although I don't personally know anything about that. Other than the aforementioned details, he ain't so bad!
Does Friday the 13th mean impending doom? The first sign of the pending apocalypse - tizzie gets posting privileges!
One of the great meetings of the minds in the Modern Age.
You can find many more photos of the Man in The Middle with various celebs of all types here. Fame is a strange thing...
That's right, it's the next new snack craze from Japan...Gorilla Boogers:
"A friend of mine saw this product my missus' family was making and said, 'Gee, that looks like gorilla snot!' As soon as I heard that, I knew I had a hit product on my hands..."
Stolen from the Obscurestore:
Things overheard at the STD clinic
The quotes below are complaints reported by clients of Room 111, a public health clinic in St. Paul that treats people for sexually transmitted diseases. Nurses at the clinic began creating the list two decades ago; it now includes several hundred comments.
"I have reason to believe my penis was exposed to LSD. When I ejaculate I have flashbacks."
"My hair is falling out and the sun hurts my crotch."
"I went to a party, had a few beers, woke up in a closet later on and my face stunk and my dick hurt."
"My last period looked like meat."
"My balls feel soft and mushy."
"I be messin' with these nasty women from Minnesota and they don't tell you they got something unless they mad at you."
"How am I supposed to do lap dances smelling like a dead fish?"
"I got the dripper."
"I have food chunks in my urine."
"Had sex with my daughter's fiancé and then douched with Lysol--feelin' a little raw down there."
"Scabs on my butt and I'm losing my mind."
"I'm releasing semen when I take a crap."
"I was poked in the rectum with the infected finger of a 70-year-old homosexual man."
"I live at the VA and my roommate has his girlfriend from Minneapolis over. They throw ticks at me that bite my neck and when I pop the sores, they smell like vagina juice."
"Can't you put the swab in further?"
"I had sex with my baby's momma, sex with my other baby's momma and my other new baby's momma has disease."
"Last time I had sex I passed something that looked like Cream of Wheat before it's cooked."
"My cervix hurts when I jiggle."
"The seam in my circumcision split open."
"I be messin' with my ex-wife and my girlfriend and I don't trust either of them."
"My whole body smells like a menstruating woman, especially my armpits."
"From the looks of my penis, I believe they are sucking the adrenaline out of me."
"I think they hypnotized me and put implants and poltergeists in my brain and had sex with me."
"I think my boyfriend knows what's going on. He's been calling me a 'chlamydiahoris.'"
"My pee smells like ham."
He's a rapper from Russia.
Oh, and he likes boxing and skateboarding from what I gather.
For those of you on my swap list, be grateful he doesn't have any current releases.
So, silverback jonmc wants more posts. I say we deliver. Good Monday morning, everyone, it's time to
Spank the Monkey!
Oh, and thundersluts - the entire collection would make an exquisite bachelorette party gift!
Um, Somebody's gotta say it? Where is everybody?? We're dying of loneliness and boredom out here in webland.
Come in, Monkeybtrethren, come in....
Today is my 2 year anniversary of moving to the Big Apple.
I command you to rejoice with me!
The crew here at 9622 seems to be a pretty with it bunch, especially when it comes to music. But deep in recesses of every hipsters soul are those guilty pleasures, those egregiously uncool numbers that we can't help but love. For instance, when "The Worst That Could Happen" by Johnny Maestro and the Brooklyn Bridge comes on the car radio, the volume goes up and I'm crooning like a maniac.
I'm sure you all have equally dorky songs that you treasure. So come out of the closet and tell em to the world, I say!
I just thought I'd mention this here, since I don't think anyone else would care.
So, you know at the very start of "The Big Lebowski" when the dude is buying some half and half at Ralph's? And he writes a check for 69˘? Well, the date on the check is:
September 11, 1991.
I'm just sayin'.
That's me.
I have a very bad habit of shopping online when I come home from the bars.
Anyone else seeing this a little too often? I'm thinking our admins are spending a little too much time getting drubk, and a little too little time...adminning...or whatever it is we're paying them for.
What? They're not getting paid?
Never mind.
Parmalat kind of freaks me out. I mean, when I'm at the office and I get milk out of the cupboard--well, doesn't that defy all laws of nature or anger the gods or something?
I try not to think about it too much because I have to put it in my coffee.
What I've got you've got to give it to your mamma
What I've got you've got to give it to your pappa
What I've got you've got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don't stop continue
This month's Smithsonian Magazine has a very good, but disturbing article on the illegal trade in Indonesia of baby orangutans for pets.
The trade is driving the entire species towards extinction - as Dr. Willie Smits puts it. "when you see a baby orangutan for sale as a pet, you can assume that the mother was shot."
Smits' organization runs the Wanariset Project to, among other things, reintroduce confiscated baby orangs back into the wild. The photographs of them are, of course, heartbreaking. Monkey (and other simian) friends who wish to help this and other projects are invited to become a member of BOS-USA (the Balikpapan Orangutan Society - USA).
We culturally-famished third-worlders have been having a lot of fun today over on my blog with a cheesy (yet accurate) bio-rhythm matchmaker. Women are getting mainly much younger men and older women; men are getting mostly embarassing over-the-hill starlets and, for male soul-buddies, brothers of has-beens.
Everyone's looking for a perfect 100% fit; very rare. Of course we Portuguese have to google to find out who these people are. You sophisticated Yanks and Canucks should be able to feel insulted straight away.
The Lisbon rules are: you must confess to both male and female spiritual siblings and explain why you are outraged and feel you deserve better in a humiliating way.
A harmless bit of satyr? No, really, what do people here think of Joel-Peter Witkin's photographs? Here are ten images from his website and his Love and Redemption exhibition. As he's so respected (in Europe venerated would be a better word) and is obviously a master of composition, the question of the ethical framework of his work is rarely discussed. The reason I'm raising the question here is this request, made on his website. Are your BS detectors quivering or does it seem OK for art's sake and all that?
[Warning: Some of his photographs are truly disturbing and, though not salacious or pornographic, would be difficult to explain at work.]
Relax and leave the thinking to us.
President Bush, are you trying to tell us something?
[from Adam Felber of Fanatical Apathy]
[Photo refers to the squirrel problem in Central Park and was changed by special request from adampsyche]
Ew, this is what you get if you google too much. I wasn't brave enough to check out if monkeys were being stuffed too (cf. Kafkaesque's hilarious key-chain joke over on the blue) but surely something must be done! Lupo's historic "Wheeeeee!" post on the original 9622 thread comes to mind.
My entry?
"Everyone loved Rex, right up until he ate Grandma's upper lip. After that, we simply tolerated him."
Yes, I did once ask for Karen and Richard Carpenter's autographs. I even asked them to write "Close to you" in my little book. They didn't. In fact, they just ignored me. That's my most embarrassing music-related moment and it still hurts to remember it. Today I realize, of course, it was Burt Bacharach and Hal David's beautifully crafted song that *cough* attracted me. Anyone else have something they'd prefer to forget, involving extremely dubious music?
AKRON, Ohio (AP) -- Ex-congressman James A. Traficant Jr.'s famous mop-top is a rug.
*GASP* You don't say?
I'm as much a monkey-lover as the next guy (well, maybe not that one over there) *points*, but this seems a bit pricey.
If I ever cut an Irish punk album, I'm having these guys distribute it.
(Many popups. Have window-killing trigger finger ready.)
I mean it.
This is a really disturbing piece of fiction.
Not in a graphic, "I never believed I'd be writing to Penthouse" way, but a creepy-crawly-things-are-under-my-skin kind of way.
And before you ask, no, it's not robot-having-sex-with-monkey. You'll just have to read it yourself.
So read it.
b****fire, you just close your eyes and think about daffodils or something, and forget you ever saw this post.
For about a month now - and waxpancake's statistics back me up - there seems to be a lot less activity over on dear old MetaFilter. 9622.net is thriving but the fact that we're all here together sort of labels us as a well-knit group over there. It's embarrassing to keep responding to and praising our fellow monkey lovers. Perhaps it's no place for fun and high seriousness anymore. I keep thinking about jpoulos's and pikachulolita's well-founded positions and Kafkaesque's reminders that this is the place to be now.
Can it be that MetaFilter is becoming secondary to us? It's sad but the truth is, apart from those friends already here and no more than ten others over on the blue and grey, there's more fun and intelligence to be had here on 9622.net.
My question is: would it be OK to make unfunny posts here? We all love books, music and the great problems of life. Aren't we trying too hard to be monkey-funny and losing out on what really moves us? I was just reading the latest haiku thread and thinking we all seem to be evading the stuff we love most for the sake of laughter; when laughter, writing, love and reading are what we're all most passionate about and - dare I say it? - better at.
The rainforest hides many thing, not all of them pleasant... I give you: the tale of the Brazilian War Monkeys! Don't try to fight them...
Hard on the heels of his friend Red's spectacular appearance on MetaFilter's new server, introduced by compére adampsyche... Please, ladies and gentlemen, welcome Joe Black!
Enough pussyfooting around the CD Swap issue. Let's put our K-TEL collections where our mouths are (that's purely figurative of course. Those edges can be sharp!) and organize this hullabaloo.
Consider this thread the final registration. Then we'll figure out how many participants we have and how to manage the swap. If we have 25 people, we probably won't want to burn 24 discs, so we have that to contend with.
Obivously, don't put your address in your reply to this thread, unless you want Miguel showing up at your door at all hours of the night, pissed as a newt on expensive cognac and looking for love.
Let's just get a count of definite participants, and if you welched before, you are not eligible. Simple as that. I hope your toes fall off.
Monkeyladies is online and waiting to serve our bachelor monkey brethren.
A sample:
"I am so single, happy, funny, crazy, nurturing, basically a groomer and a treehousemaker by nature. I want for my lover to give a love equal to my need for strong, gentle, rich, caring and equal to me. Together, my friend, we will create a beauty world in the treetops. Do you like coconuts?"
did someone say unruly?
um, first post, hope it's not a double. i know how popular monkey art is.
...but where the hell is Waldo?
[Hint: There is no maximum limit to the number of clicks allowed.]
We've all been had!
Adam Felber debunks the "new species of monkey" conspiracy.
Oh and beware the Anti-Christ too, moviegoers! (Not to mention women and commies).
These made the email rounds a while back, but they need to be seen on a regular basis.
The Beverage
The Flowers
Warning, 950k and 650k mpg downloads, respectively, and approximately.
Porca miseria![Insert Italian footballers' poor-losing antic of choice]. Funny how difficult it is to spot the differences between this year's awards and the previous ones.
I nearly posted in an I/P thread!
I need to just lie down until the urge goes away.
The new template is in effect! If you see something weird, or something broken, or something you just don't like, comment away!
This layout should work fine on all reasonably modern browsers. There is an issue with Opera, though, which I'm trying to fix.
The side-scroll is goofy, but goofy is good sometimes, right? There should be no vertical scroll at 1024x768 or higher. I really couldn't do it at 800x600 - sorry. If you post an image wider than 400 pixels, it'll be slightly wonky, but nothing should break.
If you post anything that ends up being longer vertically than 400 pixels, either text or images or a combination, the hockey-card should acquire a scrollbar.
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You shoudn't need to scroll the page vertically at all, if you're at 1024 or higher. Comments are now flat and inline - click on 'join the discussion' to talk some crazy talk....
Hope you like it, fellow ape-afficionados (and monkey-maniacs)!
He's tanned, he's rested, and he's ready to rumble.
Apologies for the complete dearth of (real) monkeys in Bermuda (I looked, believe me!) Apparently, the days of monkeys tossing coconuts from palm trees is all but gone on most of our tourist paradises. You'll just have to settle for a monkey on a motor scooter.
So. It's the weekend. It's the Cup.
What are we drinking, friends and neighbors?
I just secured my Grolsch supply, to be moderated with a little Gin and Tonic, should I feel the first pangs of malaria beginning to set in. I am also toying with a little julep action.
Webtender, take me away!
There's good news in the monkey world today - "French rapper" (and isn't that a contradiction in terms?) Joey Starr was convicted of assault on his pet monkey. The court only fined him $9,100, though. They shoulda thrown the bum in the slammer, just for being French.
Anyone else?
I don't care if I'm the only one here! I'm going to keep slapping pictures of people dressed as monkeys up here until I can slap no more!
Maybe.
Everyone's favorite anonymous gang of musical miscreants, The Residents, give us "Disfigured Night", the Saga of Silly Billy, featuring the above monkey.
I'm sure you know all about The Residents, who should be listened to at least yearly, preferably "The Third Reich n Roll".
What makes The Residents so great? Well, the fact that no-one knows who they really are goes a long way. Maybe, just maybe, one of them is a chimp. We can but dream.
I didn't want to post this to the MetaFilter thread itself, but if anybody is reading or has read the Young biography under discussion, could you let me know if Carlotta Ferguson is mentioned? She's my aunt, and the family story is that she called my grandparents from California to let them know that everything was great, and she was living with this guy who played guitar in a band called Buffalo Springfield. As far as I know, they were together in the 1967 - 1969 time period, although family history is a little hazy on the details (oh, the scandal!)
Is this the bizarro-world? Why am I still goateed? What? Help! Did I miss a memo or something?
http://kafkaesqui.blogspot.com/
I don't know what the hell I was thinking. Remix at will, if you're so inclined!
Land-Apes! A toast to... our aquatic brethren! Including vids.
Just to let you know, the "uncle" mentioned here and I are not the same. No, really, I swear. Seriously. Not me. Really.
A veritable trove of monkey horrors. Posing the question: Dude, why you gotta mess with the monkey? Don't make me kick your human ass. (I apologize in advance if it ruins your night.)
watch the 'video' (flash).
d/l the mp3.
buy the merch.
brought to you by the band three brain. yeah, the weeeeee! guys.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Harry's Harbor Bazaar is proud to present, under the Big Top tonight!
Bathtub Bubble Monkey, which may or may not have unseemly purposes in mind. The site was marginally unclear on that point.
Just think of it!
You relax in the suds as your soap monkey lovingly loofahs your scaly back!
No offense to anyone, but the admins don't want to see porn links on this site.
And there are enough sites where you can see the "gross link of the day" like Stavros' artist picture.
Can we keep that stuff to a minimum? Otherwise, 9622 becomes a repository of questionable crap.
My usual rule of thumb is "would I put it on my own site?"
Knock it off with all the crab references. Apparently, they kill monkeys, at least if bizarre Japanese children's stories are to be believed.
and I DO believe in spooks I DO, I DO, I DO believe in spooks ...