Nostalgia… With a darker shade.


Cock.

Cock.


Fuck.

Fuck.


"Bitch… Where is my money… You’ve been late four times; I’ve been counting… How many times must I smack you before you act right?… One! Two! Two smacks!… Ah ah ah ah ah…" -TEAf.

"Bitch… Where is my money… You’ve been late four times; I’ve been counting… How many times must I smack you before you act right?… One! Two! Two smacks!… Ah ah ah ah ah…" -TEAf.


RZA-TEAf. 

RZA-TEAf. 


FUCK YOU JOHN MAYER. -TEAf.


Much Love.

Shout out to my mans. Check him.

-Monty


New Years? Let’s Count Shyt.

So, one day until New Year’s Eve. Count down? We shall. I guess it’s been quite a year? I would like to, right off the bat, thank our 15 loyal followers. Fuck everyone else. (Unless you plan to follow us too, in which case, kisses. Tiny kisses for now.) So, in no particular order, thank you very much: 

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We can’t really take credit for your mass exposure for being linked on our page, but I mean, we can, so we will. You’re all welcome. You can laugh now. That was a joke. Not the laughing part; that being a joke was justification for your laughing. You’re welcome for allowing you to laugh also.

If ever there was a string of useless, unthoughtful and common-place posting of photos, music and videos this must be the Mecca; so therefore, let it flourish. Let’s start this 2011 properly.

Let there be Breastesses.


We could all use a hug… Maybe not this guy. -Monty

We could all use a hug… Maybe not this guy. -Monty


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Yummy yummy. -Monty