Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Santa Waits

Santa is waiting to strike!

With Credit Card debt poised to follow subprime mortgages into the abyss, it's no surprise that we are heading into a season of Holiday Fear as opposed to Cheer.

(If you click on the image and look at the larger size, you'll notice what looks like a pair of dessicated, wattled tits in the reflection in the windows. Ick. And unintentional)


The_Scum said...

I'd tittyfuck that after surgery!

Not the reflection....SANTA!!!!!!

Furst to be rude!

Rock Candy said...

*sniff* but, but...what about MY needs?

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.