I was checking rat traps in the basement when I heard grunting in the back room. I did not expect to find resident film maker Jason Eisener in coitus with Sheila, our mannequin.
Here he is in mid thrust. It was at this point he noticed me. I froze too afraid to run, but kept shooting like a pro.
"Get that fucking camera out of my asshole!" he screamed. I was nowhere near his asshole so I don't know what his problem was.
It turns out he was just doing some 'research' for a new film. It's about filmmakers that have sex with body parts in filthy basements. But with a christmas message.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Mentors!!!!
Jons Fall fashion tips.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Piss Alley
I'm sure some of you know the alley beside the store always smells like piss. We assume it's the party-goers and evening revellers (?!), looking to lighten their bladders after a few pints. We've all been there, when you have to piss you have to piss. But jesus H, right in the middle of the day, we catch one of our best friends wetting up the alley. What a jerk.
I'm pretty sure it's because he had just gotten this, and he thought he was thinking he was pretty tough. Now let's see the actual car you've been bragging about.
I'm pretty sure it's because he had just gotten this, and he thought he was thinking he was pretty tough. Now let's see the actual car you've been bragging about.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Ipath out of control
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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