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February 15, 2010
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Oh Punkin...Dave found your bra.
Posted by: Siouxie | February 15, 2010 at 01:58 PM
(With apologies to Theory of a Dead Man:)
My girlfriend, she's really scary
Like something from King's Pet Sematary;
A fallen angel, kicked outa heaven
'Cause I buried her back in season seven;
She's going dark and takin' shots,
Kickin' ass and chasin' rods;
Cuttin' Russian thumbs, stabbed me in the gut
She f**ked Vladimir and then she f**ked him up;
Now she's got no place to go
And her cover is all blown
And she wants to come back to my place tonight...!
She wants to kick some ass
She drives me to the brink
Squeezing mobsters' balls
Just to hear 'em scream.
She's burning New York down
Psychotic to the end
No doubt about it
Renee's a bad, bad girlfriend
Yeah, Renee's a bad, bad girlfriend.
I know it's so wrong, but it feels so right
By the time we're done, we'll set the whole town alight
We'll set New York alight
Just keep her away from knives...
She wants to kick some ass
She drives me to the brink
Squeezing mobsters' balls
Just to hear 'em scream.
She's burning New York down
Psychotic to the end
No doubt about it
Renee's a bad, bad girlfriend
Yeah, Renee's a bad, bad girlfriend.
Posted by: Wes S. | February 15, 2010 at 02:25 PM
Nice job, Wes!
Posted by: Diva | February 15, 2010 at 02:28 PM
BRAvo, wes
Posted by: trustf8 | February 15, 2010 at 02:45 PM
That's not a bra. That's the nuclear power plant where Homer Simpson works.
Posted by: SW | February 15, 2010 at 02:56 PM
Don't you mean the contents of a really large brassiere?
Posted by: Loudmouth | February 15, 2010 at 03:05 PM
I knew I'd seen that somewhere before...
Posted by: Steve Haller | February 15, 2010 at 03:26 PM
THANK YOU, Dave and Steve! I try to do surrealism with my students playing with the idea of scale (like, five people lifting a giant comb or something) and they really have trouble getting it. These should really help the kids recognize when they are looking at... something(s) unusually big.
Posted by: Tash | February 15, 2010 at 04:16 PM
Brazilla?
Posted by: nursecindy | February 15, 2010 at 04:27 PM
Tash: Not all that unusual necessarily...
Posted by: Steve Haller | February 15, 2010 at 04:35 PM
Wonder Woman is on tonight ?
Posted by: Clankazoid | February 15, 2010 at 04:42 PM
Beware the M.O.U.S.!
(Mammaries Of Unusual Size)
When these sort of garments are found, the M.O.U.S. are usually hanging out somewhere close by.
Posted by: padraig | February 15, 2010 at 04:46 PM
Ready to write! See you later tonight!
Posted by: Steve (The 24 Guy) | February 15, 2010 at 06:37 PM