Yup, you’re a piece of shit, David Motari
- Filed under: , followup
- Date: Jun 13,2008
Thanks for making the rest of us look like assholes, fucker.
Thanks for making the rest of us look like assholes, fucker.
More updates on this Facebook thingy:
This reshaped online landscape leaves me feeling old and out of the loop. It seems that social-networking sites have not only usurped porn in popularity, but they’ve also gobbled up time Gen Y-ers used to spend on traditional e-mail and IM. When you can reach all of your friends through Facebook or MySpace, there’s little reason to spend time in your old-school inbox. So, if social networking is becoming e-mail 2.0, then perhaps Microsoft’s recent $240 million dollar payout for such a small stake in Facebook isn’t that ridiculous.
Yup, Facebook is the new alt.sex.images. Remember that? All 14.4 baud and shit…
via Cecil, who took the ball and ran with it. Done by a photographer named Alexey Lobur…
First, she lost her camera. Then, it turns out that she’s had plenty of cameras pointed at her. Finally, here come the pictures.
More pics courtesy of some random guy named “Dave Chappelle” (I’m sure it’s not that Dave Chappelle…) through the comments of this post.
So this was predicted or something, and we all probably thought it was too good to be true, but the girl in question really is a porn star. And not “porn star” in the sense that she’s a college girl looking to make a little cash on the side, but a realy porn star with her own site and stuff. Not that I’ve found it (hint hint hint) but that’s what The Daily Mail is sayin‘…
So, um, yeah. Felt like I was back in grade school having scored my first free-and-clear copy of Penthouse or something when I got home last night and ripped apart the packaging for Forza Motorsport 2. Fired up the Xbox and started poking around.
Just a few words on how fucking amazingly awesome this game is:
Since I can safely assume that I will never be able to have penile-vaginal intercourse, or any other kind of intercourse with Monica Bellucci, and I’m pretty certain that I will never get the chance to slam a Saleen F7 through the Karussell, I am going to go ahead and make giant sweeping statements like “driving these fantasy cars on these fantasy tracks is better than having fantasy sex with these fantasy women” and shit.
It’s that good.
Fuck. I’m at work again. Might have to take the day off and get back to the Nordschleife.
And a note to all you people that think that women are only good for moist spots and cooking: it was my fiancé who got me the Xbox 360 for our anniversary of all things. That’s a good woman, I tell ya.