What is it about Head?

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By Wolfgang on Monday, July 30, 2001 - 10:11 am: Edit

Vera: Yes it`s me... I was just trying to help Satexas to put some sens in those clueless.

Wolf, fighting windmills.

By Thegreenimp on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:52 pm: Edit

And the Prosthesis was tucked all snug in his bed, with visions of Slerpis dancing in his head.

By Verawench on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:47 pm: Edit

Yawwwwwnnnn.... Good night :)

postcard

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:43 pm: Edit

"Pack up all my cares and woes
feeling low here I go
Bye Bye blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
sugar sweet so is she
Bye Bye Blackbird"

Goodnight Vera,
Goodnight Howard...

By Verawench on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:42 pm: Edit

hmm.. lots of home brewin' fools with a few voices of reason. Wolfgang, is that you on there, Wolfgang?

By Verawench on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:38 pm: Edit

http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/absinthe

By Verawench on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:20 pm: Edit

It's nothing a sponge bath won't help, dearie.

Where is Marc indeed? Perhaps he could administer it.

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 10:01 pm: Edit

Bissel oven cleaner, a brillo pad on a stick and a gargle, swish and spit of Scope does the trick.

Ah! Fresh as an Irish spring...

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 09:52 pm: Edit

There's sin and then there's sin in the biblical sense. The kind of sin no one but you and your maker are aware of. You know that greater power saw what you were doing, you know in your heart you were wrong. That supreme being looks down at you and won't say a word. Won't reveal himself. Just leaves you there alone, with your thoughts of guilt and remorse. There's no way to repent when that god won't listen or let you speak. Sitting in the stench of one's own wrong doing... how lonely is that? Pretty lonely. Oh Jesus, oh Buddah, oh Muhammad, oh Pazuzu, oh Hastur, Hastur, Hastur... clean me in the nooks and crannies unreachable, I beg of you.

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 09:42 pm: Edit

I feel dirty tonight, on so many levels ...

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 09:38 pm: Edit

Mary Steenburgen as a stripper. Gotta love it.

oh yeah she bears 'em...

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 09:28 pm: Edit

...perhaps the return of BOB CHONG-BOB CHONG???
Maybe more Anatomist?

MARC, MARC, WHERE ARE YOU?

By Verawench on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 09:23 pm: Edit

Happy days are yet to come...

Imagine, Head darling: Jade on the market, economic upturn, lazy days of early autumn with the sun on your face and ice cold slerpis slithering down your tongue and creamy-skinned, pouty-lipped tarts tending to your pedicure on the porch, a new art movement, called Headism fledgling then exploding somewhere in the Midwest...

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 09:20 pm: Edit

Watching "Melvin&Howard"
Love this film.

Howard: I have an aversion to song.
Melvin: That's what makes ya' an old asshole!

...but he'll be back again next year in a souped up Santa sleigh...

Howard: Chuck, chuck, bo buck, banana-fana, fo'...
Melvin: **SLAP** Hey!!!

By Head_Prosthesis on Saturday, July 28, 2001 - 08:53 pm: Edit

Oh Marc, these were the good old days...

By _Blackjack on Thursday, June 21, 2001 - 05:52 am: Edit

Ahem...

And people wonder why I gave up sex...

By Head_Prosthesis on Wednesday, June 20, 2001 - 05:50 pm: Edit

Here's a fun one. Kinda reminds me of a recent road trip to Vegas...
Bad Bad Monkey

By Melinelly on Wednesday, June 20, 2001 - 11:10 am: Edit

"git yo monkey ass back here!"
-my neighbor yellin at her kid last night

By Admin on Wednesday, June 20, 2001 - 11:01 am: Edit

ok, dumb link o' the day, you dirty monkeys:

http://www.monkeyphonecall.com/

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 11:37 pm: Edit

Before I retire, I shall work one out in tribute to the Dirty Monkey...

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 11:31 pm: Edit

With the help of gajoobie and a nice zinfandel, I have calmed myself. As I drink the glass of wine,
body held aloft by my erect penis, I give honor
and praises to Dirty Monkey, protector of all that is good and destroyer of all that is evil in the world. Hi ya gaba joobie!

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 11:16 pm: Edit

Fieger's a charlatan and a pervert. I was on a yoga retreat with him years ago, a gajoobie retreat to be exact. In a fit of uncontrollable horniness, Fieger attempted to deep throat himself!
He was found rolling around in his room, a human donut glazed with his own cum.

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 11:11 pm: Edit

I'm represented by Geoffery Fieger. Do you know Doug by the way?

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 11:04 pm: Edit

head,

where the fuck did you get that clip!?

Jap my ass.
That's me and Jennifer on our wedding night,
a gajoobie marathon that lasted nearly 18 hours.

Fuck spirituality, my lawyer will be contacting you.

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 11:00 pm: Edit

Japanese Gajoobie Master
It's the fourth clip from the left, first row.

Gajoobie

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:59 pm: Edit

I have been practicing gajoobie for 12 years.
My penis has developed astounding strength.
If there's a problem in being a gajoobie yogi, it is that your cock head becomes flattened from supporting the weight of your body. My pecker, for example, looks like a hammerhead shark in a pink and blue jumpsuit.

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:46 pm: Edit

Vera splits.

Some people don't have a religious bone in their body. The ones who need gajoobie most are the ones who reject it most vehemently

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:44 pm: Edit

Baba Singh is a master of a form of Tantra Yoga
known as gajoobie: the science of developing an invincible and tireless love muscle. This form of yoga requires that the adept supports his entire body with his erect penis. Lying face down, the yogi springs full wood thrusting his body upward into the air. Experienced gajoobie yogis are capable of remaining suspended on their trembling members for hours on end. Some will spin around in a dervish-like revery of penile ecstasy.

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:40 pm: Edit

pation

By Verawench on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:39 pm: Edit

::sigh::

g'night, boys.. have fun.

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:37 pm: Edit

It is projected that by the year 2003, there will be a Dirty Monkey in every American household.
This whole craze started two years ago in India
where Dirty Monkey is known as "Baba Singh, the monkey who beats his meat". Baba, a chimp with a massive pecker, has inspired an almost religious
zeal in the land of curry and holy cows. Fast food
restaurants in Ceylon and Bombay sell Baba Singh
Cum Cakes, a mixture of lentils and dehydrated
pecker snot. Teenage Indian girls wear Baba Singh
pedal pushers woven from cum that has been spun like cotton candy. During rain storms, young girls are seen running half-naked through the streets, their bodies covered with a melting pearlescent goo.

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:35 pm: Edit

It is projected that by the year 2003, there will be a Dirty Monkey in every American household.
This whole craze started two years ago in India
where Dirty Monkey is known as "Baba Singh, the monkey who beats his meat". Baba, a chimp with a massive pecker, has inspired an almost religious
zeal in the land of curry and holy cows. Fast food
restaurants in Ceylon and Bombay sell Baba Singh
Cum Cakes, a mixture of lentils and dehydrated
pecker snot. Teenage Indian girls where Baba Singh
pedal pushers woven from cum that has been spun like cotton candy. During rain storms, young girls are seen running half-naked through the streets, their bodies covered with a melting pearlescent goo.

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:34 pm: Edit

He's designed to amuse and astound. His phalic protruberence is the key to his aluring charm and consumer appeal...

By Verawench on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:31 pm: Edit

antici....

By Verawench on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:30 pm: Edit

BUT BUT BUT BUT!!!

pout. fine.

btw, the dirty monkey looks like a furry oriental midget santa claus. he's terrifying...

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:30 pm: Edit

There's a light, burning in the fireplace...
There's a light
In the darkness of everee-heee body's life...

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:25 pm: Edit

Don't start!

By Verawench on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:23 pm: Edit

Had to leave that nastyass hippie smell all over my thread, didn't he. ::scoff::

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:21 pm: Edit

The Dirty Monkey is the hottest new marketable property.

By Marc on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:14 pm: Edit

I am accepting membership applications for
THE CULT OF THE DIRTY MONKEY.
If you are a monkeyphile, a chronic masturbator
or enjoy hot nuts, you may be qualified to
become a member. Membership will entitle you to receive Monkey Jive Magazine (a monthly devoted to all things monkey), a doo rag with the embroidered slogan "monkey see, monkey doo", a
Dirty Monkey tote bag and a years supply of Pecker Wipes: the sanitary napkin for men.
E-mail me for details.

By Head_Prosthesis on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 10:00 pm: Edit

Stupid Prick. Oh Stupid prick what are they feeding you...

it's really not my fault.

By Morriganlefey on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 05:05 pm: Edit

El Prostheso Loco..

By Grimbergen on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 12:50 am: Edit

Head, you stupid little prick, I love you.

Grim

By Midas on Tuesday, June 19, 2001 - 12:09 am: Edit

Aheaddin Sane!

By Verawench on Monday, June 18, 2001 - 11:24 pm: Edit

Awww.... can't they watch? I've been running out of room down in the basement and have been chaining them in the backyard.

By Head_Prosthesis on Monday, June 18, 2001 - 11:18 pm: Edit

The Boy with Red Mullet

By Head_Prosthesis on Monday, June 18, 2001 - 10:59 pm: Edit

I'll have to think about it... DO YOU PROMISE to leave the pasty canadians and frail german boys out of it?

By Verawench on Monday, June 18, 2001 - 10:55 pm: Edit

what happened to our plans to wrestle passionately in an inflatable kiddie pool filled to the brim with Slerpis?

By Head_Prosthesis on Monday, June 18, 2001 - 10:51 pm: Edit

You're trying to soften me up and make me all randy...

By Verawench on Monday, June 18, 2001 - 10:46 pm: Edit

I just want to throw him onto some rough surface and for several hours pretend he's My Little Pony.

Wench
horny from watching the Velvet Goldmine

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