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Archive for September, 2008

September 30th, 2008
By Crombie

Sure, he had little or no respect for the opposite sex, but man he was funny…
we think so anyway… is it socially suicidal to admit that?
Alright, he’s an old douche. But he was still pretty funny… for a homophobic, misogynistic, bigot.
Click the pic.

and this… sorry…

September 30th, 2008
By Crombie

You know when you see something and you want it but you know you don’t really need it?
Like, that one extra thing that would just top you off and you wouldn’t need anything else once you got it. It’d be your last material possession, the last thing you’d ever need to have, and then you’d be free because you wouldn’t want anything ever again.
It would make you whole…



This is great! So’s this!

September 29th, 2008
By Crombie
September 28th, 2008
By Crombie

What do you think of that skull up there? Huh? Pretty political, right?
Swastikas in the eyes ‘n shit… Have a think about it, man! We ripped it off of a book called Fear And Loathing On The Campaign Trail ’72, maybe you’ve heard of it? No?
Maybe you should check it out then? Get with it.
That skull up there is about as political as we’re gonna get. FTW man!
Who cares? Democracy died aboard Air Force One on November 22, 1963 anyway…
What’s the point anymore? Don’t get me started. Go buy an ipod.

This is fucking brilliant.

September 27th, 2008
By Crombie

Posting up our favorite golden oldies is the best we can do right now…
it’s the calm before the storm, it’s the bow string creaking as it’s drawn… honest…
In other news- We’re laying off the exclamation marks because they sound desperate.

this is doing the rounds…

September 19th, 2008
By Crombie

…or a political blog.

September 18th, 2008
By Crombie

Dead Kangaroo, stink’n up the good country air. Terrible business.
If you’re a regular checker of the site you may have noticed it’s also been pretty dead the last two weeks. Sorry about that, we’re undertaking an enormous upheaval… so to speak…
Big changes afoot, really big ones… I’m not meant to say… but I’ll tell you, you’re my friend…
Actually, I can’t. Sorry.
But I will tell you that we are planning on putting a rocket up your arse and flying you into the sun very soon.
Anyway, we’re back on, updating daily, the mags coming, blah, blah, blah…