Rot.

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I indirectly blame Ape's recurrent, delirious and positively outstanding Cara/Kahlan subtext-posts for my somehow coming across and enjoying this song and video. But seriously. How is one supposed to be able to study when there is so much YouTube filth to surf!?

A Challenge!!! with exhibitionism!! and jacuzzis!

We like pictures. Shiny pictures! Do you like pictures?

The year of "förpuppning" is coming to an end, and we like sums. Sometimes it is even fun to summarise. Therefore lets each provide a mathematical term to describe the past 12 months of our joint, or not joint life. Or we could just describe our year in a series of 12 more or less pointless, arrogant or plainly plain pictures.

Pressure, but good pressure, like in a steamy jacuzzi with glistening and tanned and flexing and pumping and....yeah, nevermind. In reality this is just a mindless attempt to fit a few more posts into the 2009 archive of this blog. If you feel like this is a worthy cause then upload your 12 pictures describing the past year and lets all look at them and laugh ourselves silly while we engage in a brilliant example of virtual exhibitionism.

More Nipple Tassels at Boob Night

Let's celebrate boobs with "Boob Night"!

Nästa vecka har vi en pysselkväll!
Den går i bröstens tecken.
Mycket bröst eller helt enkelt synlig bh (alternativet är att klä oss i rosa, vilket är B).

Menyn består av:
Krustader med gräddfil + liten bröstvårteliknande klick röd rom
Potatishalvor placerade med snittytan nedåt.
Kycklingbröst
Rosa sås
Rosa glass i div bröstform till efterrätt, och baknig av bröstkakor kommer att ske fortlöpande under kvällen.



För att slappna av spelar vi däremellan tutt-memo, diskuterar bröstens anatomi samt (kvällens höjdpunkt) övar på att snurra våra Nipple Tassels!

Denna kväll kan inte gå fel!

Tisdag, anyone?

Nudity -- it's subjective.

When I said yes, this is what I meant.

BröstÖL

Yesterday, tiny came up with a brilliant idea. I haven’t acknowledged the tendencies before, but that little bitch is quite the little entrepreneur. Basically, her plan is to try and find a way to genetically modify breasts into producing beer. Her current line of business is “Naughty Nurse” and I don’t know if she’s realized that she would have to change…

My god, isn’t migraine the stupidest thing!? Where was I?

Nevermind. One of the concepts that I like about tiny's multifaceted idea is that it will improve the status of older women, since their beer will be stronger. The younger the woman, the lighter the beer, so to speak. The complexity of it! Vodka level will successfully be reached somewhere around twenty five years past menopause. Also, it will somehow put an end to pedophilia. Or at least that is what tiny's strongly going to argue while fundraising. The fact that it most likely will lead to a direct increase of all sorts of alcoholism will be hushed up. Personally, I'm counting on help from Lindsay Lohan. She always knows how to cover and fund. Plus, the girl has an obvious inclination towards boobs and beer.

And lastly, sniffing glue is, contrary to what Vladimir told me, not good for your health. I’m just saying. I just missed a whole day in school for that hour in gloomy heaven yesterday.

Then again, Vladi never seemed to have a school to attend.

Are you two together?

One highlight of the weekend was of course our Oddball Värmland fantasy. Suddenly, global financial crash doesn’t feel like such a doom. It can be a relief! A truly comforting thought that I hope will follow me like a guide dog all through this week. Yes, guide dogs follow, it only looks as if they lead.

There was also an awesome party. I usually feel anomalous on most parties I attend, and this time it was gender-related, so to speak. For example, African dancing and me does not go too well together.

L: Come on, it’s easy, just shake your boobs!
Me: I DON'T HAVE BOOBS!
L shakes her boobs. I shake my hands.

I did somewhat better on the Yemeni knife dance. But of course, that dance is for men only.

It doesn't matter how many knives I've got. I ain't got the right knife.

Luscious Lumps of Lucas

After some concern from tiny regarding specific elements of last weeks post and the email containing photos of her gift to Mousse, I felt this would be an appropriate video for this week.

This weeks youtube;
Josephine Baker and "Don't touch me tomatoes"

Everything happens precisely as it should.

I was considering making this weeks youtube a video containing a man in a studded belt and a black g-string. I decided against it in order to post a post with some quasi-philosophical content.

As I was looking at tiny's boobs and contemplated life in general the sweet strands of "Non, je ne regrette rien" began to flow through my mind.

There are two types of no regret.

First of all we have the type of regret for actions done or left undone. It is pointless to regret what we have done because it can never be undone. Regret for things left undone however will leave us bitter and broken, therefore it is best to always take the chance. No matter how stupid or insane an action might seem. Act rather than stay passive and be forced into reacting.

The second type of no regret is the type we Oddballs spend our time trying to perfect. A bohemian version of punk. Visions of Änglagård invades my mind, not just because of the Edith Piaf association (Richard Wolff) but also because of the protagonists outsidership. Fuck Fanny, she was a wimp, but Zac on the other hand. Yeah, Zac had that oomph. We will never be cool and we will never fit in, but we will be our own odd selves and we will have no regrets. As I look back at our little gettogethers and trips I'd say we are doing mighty fine with having no regrets. Hence the random boobs, weird outfits and picnics in cemeteries.

Regrets are not for us.