Anything I have worth saying, I seem to say on Twitter these days. I will have more for you tomorrow. For today, I have mindless Monday fluff for your viewing pleasure.
And you know, if you don't do "the Twitter" then this is all new to you.
The Booms go New Wave:
There is something about this shot. The dude coming and dad going, that tugs my heart strings in ways I didn't know they could be:
Oh and I bedazzled a jock strap for my friend (warning: He's not necessarily safe to view at work) to wear after his vasectomy. I'm thinking I can start my own Etsy shop and call it Jocks of Love. For the recently neutered man in your life. What do you think? Solid idea?
And then? I made the dude model it, because that is just too good to pass up.
My mom was hanging out while I was gluing away, she informed me I was the ONLY person she knew that would bedazzle an athletic supporter. I told her that she either didn't know her friends well enough or she should invest in some new ones, because this? Is where it's at.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Twitter Is Going To Kill My Blog
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LOVE the new wave photo of you guys.
I get what you're saying about the coming and the going in that shot. It's moving.
And the bedazzled strap is genius.
Yeah, remember in the bible how this Joseph guy had a technicolor coat and all his brothers were jealous? Well, if I had a bunch of bitchass brothers, I'm guessing I would be sold into slavery for having such a glorious jock. Strap. Thanks again, and I'll be looking for it in the mail. Not safe to view at work? Aww, thanks.
Love the new wave photo. I can only hope to be so cool. And a lot less old. Oops. That's not going to happen.
I can see a new play in this, "Ghost and the bedazzled jock strap". It's going to be a big hit. Don't worry, I'll totally give you half-assed credit somewhere on the last page in 6 pt. font.
That jock is crazy awesome. Way awesomer than the one I found in my basement.
Also: fuck Twitter.
I think a bedazzled jock strap would have made my husband's recovery from his vasectomy so much quicker. Too bad I didn't know you back then.
Also, I've been trying hard not to do the Twitter thing...way to make it harder for me to resist.
I never thought I would see the word bedazzled and jock strap in the same sentence. LOL Too cool.
Well, Rachie, it'll be big, you can be sure of that.
Good idea! There would be at least some measure of consolation, after having your nards whacked, you could rock a bedazzled jock.
I'm not saying I'd do it, mind you.
God, I wish you'd made one for The Donor. He still won't shut up about his damn balls.
Hell, I'd like one of those bedazzled jock straps for Hellbilly just because.
Twitter, shitter. Seriously. I turned it off of my phone last time I went to LA and have been resisting turning it on ever since.
I smell Etsy shop, lady! That or, from the looks of that first photo, make a couple and you and Mr. Booms and bust an old school, new wave, back when MTV kicked out videos clip!
I love the fancy jockstrap! I think there's a niche you just filled!
*jocks of love*
brilliant! sheer brilliance. No matter how many times I see that bedazzled athletic gear I smile.
LOVE the new wave photo of y'all and the coming and going.... *sigh* Betsey... soooooooooo poignant
Way cooler than the tie dye underwear with his name in glitter paint across the ass that I made my ex-BIL. You. Are. Genius.
Um, could the pic of the dude in my fiance's jock strap be any cuter? Does he feel like Batman Jr in it? He should. His little boy bits are protected from the evils of Gotham city with that shit on!
Also? You're purdy. And I'm totally waering your finger bangin' shirt right now.
Twitter *is* evil.
Hmmmm... seems the consensus is Twitter is the new Gonorrhea. Annoying, difficult to get rid of, and pervasive.
I dunno, that jockstrap looks a bit uncomfortable and more suited to a man in the pro wrestling trade.
All I know about vasectomies is don't be in such a hurry to go back to work. And even though it doesn't hurt (because the anesthetic hasn't worn off) now, it will. So do not wander around the supermarket on your way home from the doctor's office or you will have an extra pair of oranges. Been there, did that.
Jocks of Love is brilliant.
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