COLLECTION: Quiz (warning not suitable for family members or the weak of heart)

Get ready… it’s time for our first ever lightning quiz.



Q: What the hell is all of that?




Q: And what keeps clogging up my drain?



Q: Need a hint?
A: My hairy butt pre-manscaping… oops, I gave it away didn’t I.

Just a little something for everyone who emailed looking for more of the naked stuff. It’ll happen when it happens. Till then, well, I don’t know. Anyway, one of my goal for this weekend is to put a new post up every day and to fix the broken archive buttons. Wish me luck and check back often.

Oh and you’re probably wondering how if I shave the thing? I don't. That’d be itchy. A clipper is the way to go—sheered like a sheep three or four times a year (the picture above though was at about the 6 month point, way overgrown and far behind schedule). Of course, I’ve got to do the legs too, otherwise it looks like I’m wearing fur thigh-highs and, as long as I’ve got the thing out, I sometimes do the chest too. Oh, and my underarms. A little hair-removal in that area lets the deodorant do it’s job more effectively. Yeah, the whole thing is distressing to me too, but what can you do? Well, I guess that’s it then. See you soon.

COLLECTION: Check out the little guy

NOTE: Sorry, the title’s a bit misleading. It’s probably not what you think, but I had to interupt the regularly scheduled weirdness for a healthy dose of the sappy. Don’t worry; we’ll be back with the good stuff in just a day or three.

I had the pleasure of my first babysitting experience the other day: My nephew Oscar. I don’t know what to say about it. Winning the lottery is good. 70 virgins in the afterlife is good (depending on who you ask). But OSCAR IS GREAT. Really. And I don’t even like kids.

Amway, the first thing we did was try to learn to tie our shoes. Then I figured I’d get dinner out of the way.
“Are you hungry?”
“Peas.”
“Want the spaghetti your mom left?”
“Peas.”
“How about ice-ream?
“Peas.”
Fair enough, my sister keeps a close eye on his diet;Peas it is—I guess she’s got him well trained. Next we flew around like airplanes, played with the dog, read some books and went to bed. When my sister and brother-in-law finally got home I told them about my night.
“You didn’t really make him peas did you?’
“Yeah, why not? He wanted ‘em.”
“Peas?”
“Yes peas, he kept saying it.”
“Please, please, he kept saying please! Oh, poor monkey, he probably just couldn’t reach something… I can’t believe you made him eat peas.”

Oh well, he didn’t seem to mind all that much.

But just before sending me off into the night, my brother-in-law asked if I’d taken any pictures. “I bet your sister you’d take a bunch,” he said, “but she thought you’d have your hands plenty full already.”

It’s hard to quantify exactly how many a bunch is—so I’d rather not declare a winner—but lets just say if you scroll fast enough they start to move in real time.

PS: I’m too lazy to orient them all properly, so for some you’ll have to turn your head.





























































Wait a minute, this might kill people's internet.... maybe this is a good place to stop. You get the idea anyway—I take a lot of pictures. Rest easy though, I'll bring back the strange by the end of the week if not sooner.

Ahhh, I just can't stop. Really, I'm sorry, but I've got to put in at least a few more excerpts. He's too cute.































































I'm out of control. I know. Again, I'm sorry....