The Office… Needs Some Beer
Ever sit down and think what it would be like if some chill beer replaced that shitty coffee at the office?
Of course you did. And I bet we came to the same conclusion.
Ever sit down and think what it would be like if some chill beer replaced that shitty coffee at the office?
Of course you did. And I bet we came to the same conclusion.
Having just returned from a friend’s wedding (sucker!), I had the chance to brush up on my bar lingo.
Good news, I’m still fluent. And hungover.
It’s been a while since my last post. Been very busy — doing nothing.
And now I’m back.
But I’ve got nothing…
~ Moe.
Every so often my beloved buddies spam me with some innate, half-wit shit that’s been making the email rounds for the last 10+ years (i.e. remember when Al Gore invented the internet?). And today was no exception.
After firing up my PC at the office and taking another sip of “water” (What?! Like I’m the only guy who drinks on the job…?) I found this classic gem buried between some discount Viagra offer and free cock pump giveaway…
Enjoy. And keep on following the rules.
~ Moe.
So it’s Monday and I’m at the office bored out of my fucking mind, looking for some creative ways to kill time and cope with my massive hangover.
Well, guess what? I couldn’t find any.
So what did I do, you ask?
I did what any self-respecting corporate monkey with a high-speed internet connection would do: I trolled the internet for hot chicks.
MySpace hotties to be exact.
And none of that aspiring model, actress, pornstar shit. No, I’m talking about some good ol’ hometown hotties and sorority babes.
Good times, yo!

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “Whoa! Those are some massive knockers, dude! Who da ho?”
Take a guess. Or, if you’re just plain lazy clueless, click below and find out.



Ok, so here’s a lil’ game to get us through another shitty Monday… It’s pretty simple, really — I pick a hot model/actress/babe/whatever and you go “Tap Dat!” or “Scrap Dat!”. Pretty simple, isn’t it?
What’s that??… You think this is superficial, shallow, sexist, blah blah blah…
I’m sorry, but if you’re turned off by the idea of rating chicks you need to move your shit over here or here, because I don’t really give a hoot.
Okay, now that we got that cleared up, let’s proceed to our first unwitting contestant, shall we? Her name is Keeley Hazell. She’s British. And her juggs are real. I don’t think I need to say more. The choice is yours.
So, what’s it gonna be?
It’s a simple question in search of a definitive answer. Hence, I’ve decided to spend my Monday morning submerged within the depths of the Google search engine in search of an answer to this burning question.
Here is what I have found so far…
These overdue props go out to all my beloved and misunderstood ex-STDs.
Yup, I’m talking about you guys… my homies Crabs, Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Scabies, HSV and HPV!
I miss you.
XOXO,
~ Moe.
ODE TO A STD (AKA “Why STDs Are Your Best Friend”):
I’ve no idea who is in charge of picking the “Maxim Hot 100“, but that dude has got to have his head checked out.
Pronto!
I mean, seriously. Has anyone seen this year’s Top 20??
One word: Crackheads. And not the pretty kind.
What a fucking joke.
I’m just glad I didn’t renew my subscription…