I had a subscription to SEED the most unreadable science magazine in existence. It's as if the folks at Interview and Nylon said, "Hey! let's do a science magazine! We'll make it all edgy and stuff!"

It's ending. The insert obscuring the front cover had this:




More appropriate for Hustler, wouldn't ya think?

Labels: ads, advertising, adverts, audacity, double entendre, filth, funny, magazine, portmanteau, Sex, why

The Jokes Just Keep Comin' Folks!

Labels: Sex, valentines

I got one!

Labels: Sex, valentines

How to describe Eggs a' la Moe? Perfection. Cooked only on one side, but covered for the second half of the cooking process, so that the yolk is still liquidy but all outer membranes and protein are fully cooked. Tenderly treated like a woman's love. Tenuously hanging onto that perfection, not telling the same joke over and over or attending the same activity too many times as to overcook the relationship....er, I mean eggs. Oh beautiful eggs, don't disappoint me. Then bitten into. (ho HO!!)

The idea behind it is their nearly symmetrical beauty, and untrammeled color (from not being flipped). However, if you are in the mood, you can "dirty 'em up" with red pepper flakes, cracked black pepper and dried herbs. Go ahead- you might find those eggs actually encourage you., quivering there, bulbous and glistening. Saying, "That's right! Yeah! Do it!" In fact egging YOU on.........

See my previous post on this boring friggin' subject.

The image below is, a wallpaper (with some ultra-artistic f-ing around- yeah, that's right, I could improve your personal-corporate-product image...... in fact you wish I would) as is the case so often here at the GlyphJockey blog.

Labels: action, breakfast, comedy, eggs, food, fork, fun, funny, Gordo, kippers, love, Moe Howard, orange juice, overindulge, plate, potatoes, Sex, The Three Stooges