Er. And it came to the great commandment in the king’s son. He answered and said, Drink, and I have set up?
— Markov Bible
Viewed at thumbnail size, for a moment I thought she’d switched career tracks.

But my opinion is firm: it takes a lot of cheek to tag a girl with 尻神様, so you’ll need to back that up, even if you have to bend over backwards to round up proof that a candidate is ripe to make the cutoff short list. Rear views only, nothing half-assed, and don’t make any cracks about rump sessions, or it’ll all go pear-shaped.
Moon. Buns. Bottom. Behind. Bum. Tush. Fanny.
One of my favorite quotes applies here: “Anyone who takes this seriously deserves to.”
(via one of the many people offended by this, tee-hee)
[Update: surprisingly unprepared for the descent of an angry mob, the vendor has removed the outfit. This is why we can’t have naughty things.]
Literary Science Fiction: “No academic publisher would take it, so I threw in five lines about time travel and sold it to Asimov’s.”
See also Atwood, Margaret.
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The real WTF is that it comes with a cabbage-broccoli salad.
(via)
[for the kana-deprived, the menu item is for “spaghetti meat sauce”, served with one of: beef, pork, ham, or classmate]
“What is that?”
"It's priest, have a little priest."
“Is it really good?”
"Sir, it's too good, at least."
Not pictured: the fourth food group, alcohol.
