A bullet train to Drunkingham, part eleventeen.
Recreation in the form of self abuse? Sure, why not?
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Recreation in the form of self abuse? Sure, why not?
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But the cleanse starts now.
I’ll be back on Wednesday with a recap of the entire ridiculous celebration. If you happen to have any photos available of your own throw down, send them to stevil(at)allhailtheblackmarket(dot)com and I will include them in the Flickr set.
Oh, holy mother of Dog. It’s been a cold long year but the day has finally arrived, and with it, the opportunity for us to get ten shades of amazing. It is with the utmost sincerity that I wish each and every one of you a very happy W.S.A.T.U. Day.
And with that, please enjoy some videos about ass kicking.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wuqwy9cJZdg&feature=player_embedded
And a related video;
Because there are a lot of sweatsuits, pocket watches and Adistar-esque knock-offs for me to soil.
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Belly up to the table, as we partake of yet another feast of the unimportant.
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Though the title states 1981, rough estimates as to when this clip was filmed are actually somewhere between 2060 and 2065.
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