Pre-Op Cowboys and Crotchless Pants

Some people should really think about their old-timey Cowboy statuary before they put it out where the general public can take a gander at it.



"It" being a MAN-GINA. Yeah yeah, chaps. I know. But seriously? Who didn't realize that maybe they should re-carve their wooden cowboy's gear to look less like...ladybusiness?



Thanks, Heebs. Keep the great sight-gags coming.

Now, I Don't Know Much About Wrestling, But....

...has it always involved...um...guns?





And I quote:

"Wrestling dynasties have transformed the Utah wrestling scene. Rival teams compete for a state title for the right to be called "The Best". It is that time of sacrifice, dedication, and commitment. It is the time of WASATCH WRESTLING."

Ooh, I've got chills. What's not to love? The fact that they didn't even find prop tommy guns, but are clearly holding Dad's spare hunting rifles? Illegal use of a copyrighted film title to advertise a homoerotic grope-fest at the local high school gymnasium? A predominantly Mormon high school team posed against what is clearly an illustration of a speakeasy? (Hint: It's where the beers live!) Or even the fact that probably none of these kids even know what movie they're parodying? Makes perfect sense to me.

But I do think the fedoras are going to be problematic once they all start actually wrestling.

Vialance! Murder! Tourkeys!

It's been a few ages since I've last posted anything here, so I thought I'd bring it back with a little bit of holiday cheer,courtesy of Me, age 8.

When I brought this choice little essay home from school before the Thanksgiving break in 1990, I'm sure my family was bracing themselves for a militant vegan in the years to come. Luckily for them, I seem to have lost my interest in the welfare of delicious holiday meats shortly thereafter.