Sometimes Brutal, Always Amazing: Get Some!

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Hey y’all.  Thought I’d share some radness, just for something different.

Seems all these creative types have been busy creating awesomely creative stuff for me to spam at share with you.

Nice of ‘em!

Without further ado, let’s get bizzay!

But just before we do – check that zombie survival kit over there.

Note the name.

WTF, YO?

I’m sure we’d be great mates considering we have such impeccable taste in names.

Surely?

Evs, back to your regularly scheduled program of awesomely awesome brutality! GO!!

Variations on a Theme…

My rabid obsession with Spike & Angel madly rutting each other through mattresses/floors/walls/car bonnets  is no secret.

IRREFUTABLE proof of their rampant buttsexing. Whores.

Sometimes the obsession goes into hibernation (forced or otherwise) so I can concentrate on other things, but it’s never for too long.  Spike and Dean are now on the case which is a lovely distraction in and of itself.  As well as providing a bit of variety. Unf!!

Rock Till You Drop

As promised in the last post (forever ago in interwebs terms), here is a catch up on what’s been crackalatin’ in my bijou world!  I know you’re dead interested so let’s get stuck in!

Mostly, I’ve been attending shows.  All of them skull-crackingly BRILLIANT. I am cognisant of the fact that “crackingly” is not a real word, but you get the idea.

AC/DC – You don’t get more straight up RAWK than this.  Anyone who tells you different is a dirty lying hoower!  Looking out over a sea of 80,000+ of red flashing horns was kind of surreal. And very rock n’ roll.  And this was before the band even hit the stage.  I can’t even begin to describe how awesome the band were.  Considering they’re all in their fifties/sixties and are still kickin’ out the killer jams. 

AC/DC. WE MOTHERFUCKIN’ SALUTE YOU!

Black Ice – Acca Dacca still killin’ the old way.

Ohhhh Sweet Sweet Nectah!

Honestly, you would think I had some kind of SICK obsession or something wouldn’t you?

But it’s not entirely all my fault.

Not when you’ve got glorious shenanigans like THIS (<<<CLICK IIIIIIT!) occurring. YUSS!

Honestly, can you blame me? Look at awla THAT!!

Seriously. Can John Barrowman GET any more faptacular???

Check those fucking legs out!!! Is it wrong that I wanna lick them from ankle to arse hump?

GODS-BE-ALL-SORTS-OF-WELL-AND-TRULY-FUCKING-DAMNED!!!!

GTFO you saucy minx, you make me wanna clutch my pearls!!

Overdue Pie… Better Than Bad, It’s Good.

Hookers!!

Scootch your chairs in closer, strap on your bestest dribble bibs and slip into your most indestructible knicks.  You’re getting some overdue Pie!

Let’s tuck right in, shall we?

Sakis Rouvas ~save that spot! Will be there ASAP.

Festivus Pie!

Keep your knickers on, ho ho hos! It’s Festivus which definitely requires Pie in order to celebrate correctly. And booze.  And certainly orgies. Caligula ain’t got shit!  Check the wiki on it.

Just so it’s abundantly clear – it’s absolutely not the other thing… Chrimbo or whatevs.  Shun the absolute fuck outta that noise! And here’s a poem which illustrates this point…somewhat. *ahem*  “I am an island, I am an isthmus, I come from Bermuda, I don’t believe in Christmas!” True enough.

Let’s begin our celebration with a luscious piegasm, extra knicks on standby ploize snootchies.  Coz we is all gonna get the “lonely island” treatment all up in the hiz-ouse and Nightshade does not need to be busting out the rosemary and salting and burning after you lot! Be prepared!!!

Bruce Willis a la “The Fifth Element“.  With or without hair, I’d seriously go there. So would you and you know it!

It’s Rock, Bitch!

Tura Satana – Relief Through Release

Randomly, I’ve often contemplated the awesomeness of some chicks in rock.  Not all, mind you.  Some are nothing more than coked up, tailcoat riding, hobags.  While others are merely stinkin’ groupie fuckwads and not worth our time or attention.  So, we shall hereby avoid!

Here are some rock bitches I admire for different reasons. Mostly because they’re undeniably and brutally awesome.

Get some.

Respect!

OMG, That’s The Funky Shit!

East 17, yo!

What-what, tally-ho playas! I know y’all wanna know this, tis important k? Now, y’all know I loves mah tunes. Really. Loves em! I needs it for the equilibrium and the sanity… otherwise, everyone gets hurt. And not in the good way. I’m a huge metal/rock/Goth/industrial music fan but I don’t listen to it exclusively.  This is just some of the more commercial, everyday type stuff that I love to bits! What? Don’t judge me! Nawwww, you can if you wanna but so long as it’s done with *love*. Ahkay? Ahkay!

Anywhat, welcome to the top five tunes (for now) that make me ludicrously happy for one reason or another.