Lana Lang VS. The Kingpin, bitches!


Why did noone tell me that the Chun Li movie comes out Friday? and that is stars Lana Lang as Chun Li and Wilson Fisk as M. Bison?

I hate you guys!

This is going to rule!

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This post was written by Eric on February 26, 2009

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Eric’s Towel


So: There’s this towel in my room I keep blowing my nose/cumming in (not at the same time) and I think it has evolved sentience.

Meaning: I’m never going to throw it away.

Or wash it.

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This post was written by Eric on February 26, 2009

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Episode 17

 

the mmp podcast episode 17 is up on our other site

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This post was written by Dave on February 23, 2009

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Tonight I Cry…

Cause this is the closet thing i’ve seen to a Wonder Woman live action movie in 30 years.

also that dude at the end, the one that’s screaming …

Thats me.

Peep the funk flow,

Dave

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This post was written by Dave on February 21, 2009

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Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas #9

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas part 9

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This post was written by Dave on February 21, 2009

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Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas #8

part 8

 

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This post was written by Dave on February 20, 2009

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Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas #7

Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas #7

 

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This post was written by Dave on February 19, 2009

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Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas #6

Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas

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This post was written by Dave on February 18, 2009

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Enter: Psychodelik, enemy of the safe, friend to the fabulous.

Psychodelik yawns the way lesser men fuck: lots of groaning, stretching, flailing, a couple of tears.

The mornings are hard…if you know what I’m saying.

Awkwardly scrambling through a pile of beautiful young women and even prettier, younger men, he makes his way to the adamantium cage wherein he keeps “Mr. Marx” (the housebroken bald eagle he trained from youth to relentlessly hunt the wealthy), and feeds him his morning fistful of lysergic-acid- diethylamide-soaked sugar cubes.

After which he saunters over to the extravagantly carved french doors of his open-air patio, naked as the day he was forged, and kicks them down with the ferocity of a raped bear.

“Conan! What is best in life?” he roars, much to the chagrin of the neighboring tenants; “To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women”.

Psychodelik has woken world. God help you all.

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This post was written by Eric on February 17, 2009

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