a thing in 44 photos in 2010 wtf showing 2010 only · show all years I've seen whack a mole, but never whack a turtle! Whose idea was it to put the triangle over the N when the A is right there? Grandma brought us a each a bottle of Hot Sex liquor as a gag gift. (It is seriously pretty tasty though) Haha. ...clearly, and imaginatively labeled. Nice to meet you, Henry! ...but man, oh man is it a relic of totally non-useful information. Here's an example of the media plan we had to put together for Nordstrom using the latest cutting edge media planning software... ...they also have all sorts of digital cameos by actual historical people. Mind bending. Just because you're eating corn doesn't mean it can't be sexy . Faaaack. A little after 1pm, it was time for our taping and we were hustled out onto the set! Here we go! If they make a mistake with your license plate number, the ticket doesn't stick! Haha. Good luck with this one! Siege & KT invited over their house for a Labor Day picnic! On the way over we stopped to pick up some treats. How about some delicious Kakdooki? YOLO-UNCH The NYT is just straight up yellow journalism these days, huh? We hung out at the apartment and watched a TV show about people who are sexually excited by balloons popping. It made us both feel... Hahaha. Remember this place and their Lady Gaga pizza sign? THE WORST. They also require men and women to wear uniforms while at the spa! The women's uniforms are orange and pink. The lady on NY1 has a HAIR BERET! I'm very curions about the process they used to determine which apartments have patios. I like Kid Rock's new look where he's hot-glued a Jennifer Aniston wig into a Paddington bear hat. Garbage Omelet: Order at your own risk. I got myself a deep whiff of Diddy. He looks started by my whiffing. We started off in the BLANKET ROOM. Which, much like its name implied, turned out to be an entire room filed with Native American BLANKETS. Meredith was up in the loft reading and I noticed some sort of a strange, home-made device sitting on the top of my dresser. It consisted of a wooden dowel, with a plastic knife-handle taped to the end (with black, electrical tape) and a brass-eyelet screwed into the top. ...that the laptop was running some old school IBM operating system that seemed was totally unusable and absurd. (BTW, 0 != > 1) Every time we made a mistake, we'd be taken to this ERROR page (with its cryptic "NO HANDS ALLOWED" symbol) that also included an animated flapping duck and three, five-digit numbers. It was like a plot-device from an episode of LOST. Funny cans of hangover remedy sold at the local bodega. ...turns out it looks like a rack of pink wigs for sale. Ew! Haha.
You are I left work on Friday and headed right to the airport. In the cab I passed Professor X's new place on 23rd Street. Mutants! Please do not touch stick. Goth Bees, Billy? I don't get any of vanity plate references in the south. Something to do with Nascar probably? Oh no you, didn't . The beet risotto I ordered arrived with actual GOLD shavings sprinkled on top. Happy Valentine's Day, my dear! Here's a delicious s'more served on the most pointless thing ever invented! Things remained mostly anonymous. Haha. Laughed at program titles on the Lifetime channel. This photo is so creeptastic. If the music hadn't been so loud, everyone would've heard me screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOO! WHYYYYYYYYYYY?" Hahah. ...she took the bottle and started squirting huge jets of lotion into her mouth! Close up of her lotion-filled mouth. Mmmmm! Then she progressed to shooting huge arcs of lotion over her head and catching them on her back. WHY YOU NO WATCH GRAMMY'S? WE MAKE 3D FOR YOU THIS YEAR! 
