It's a very sad day in Puppet Land

 





I received a rather strange and unpleasant message in my inbox today. It seems our good friend, Mr. Puppet is no longer with us. I am deeply saddened by this and it would explain his absence this past year. I don't know the specifics, but if I were to venture a guess I would not be surprised if Joey Gladstone had something to do about it. I tried to telephone Deboura to relay the news but her husband answered and threatened to cut my testicles off. Mr. Puppet has been a regular here with us going back to Myspace, he has been both our partner in crime and adversary and played each part well. Above all he was a good friend, I don't know if I am out of line but I was told his real name was Edward Chablis and was a bodybuilder, which seems greatly at odds with his small puppet-like online appearance. So a toast (of thawed ice berg water) to you, Mr. Puppet. You will always be with us in spirit. This would have been longer and more in-depth but I am mentally and emotionally exhausted over this news. Perhaps more later, or perhaps not...

JRS

Morgan Smith Goodwin, let the spanking begin!!!

Ah yes, this rather naughty little scarlet haired nymph has been shilling the flesh of dead animals for Wendy's Old Fashioned Hamburgers (I wonder if they believe in old fashioned corporal punishment?). I say she definitely deserves a rather good flogging, then perhaps be caged naked for a PETA add photo shoot. Ah yes, that would kill the proverbial two birds with one stone in more ways than one.

On a Super Slutty Spankette scale of 1 to 10, Morgan Smith Goodwin ranks in at a 6.8. Not bad, now where is a rubber Burger King doll so I can beat her buttocks raw with it?

Your friend,
JRS

You have been forewarned!

Muffin Tops, My New Cause Celebrelatory

For your viewing pleasure an assortment of muffin tops, rear view, of course...

Then, there's this guy. Jonathan is smitten.

How things are,

I was going to title this post, The Current Situation, but I feared my readers would think it was about a large oiled Italian. Never the less, time marches on, without a home I am currently living in the California desert at an artists compound. It was founded by a close friend of my Mothers who was also one of her lovers I just recently discovered. We paint in the nude all day and at midnight have a special bonfire ceremony where we burn that days paintings. It is quite cathartic, Penance Art it is dubbed but alas I tire of it. The desert sun is not kind to my pale nude skin and the company does not suit me. I prefer to be the odd artsy fellow in a crowd but here I'm just a fellow in an odd artsy crowd. I must admit I had a few tangles in the bushes with my compound mates, Leslie a transgender woman has bedded with me on several nights and I have drilled Roberto, the sweat-towel boy on two occasions. I should be happy. I should be content. But I am not. Most of my paintings have featured Deboura in various forms of torment (I'm breaking the rules as we are not supposed to discuss our art), I guess I am still angry with her. Everyone is gone or moved on, Mother Sloss, Kevin, Deboura, Coleman even Gappo. His whereabouts unknown to me. If I were a lesser man I might give up right here. It's a good a place as any to live out my days. Tomorrow we are taking the Art Bus down to the Salton Sea to have a Baptism of Creativity , yet I yearn for more...

JRS

Let's play a game, video association

First up we have this advertisement for Nutella...




Go outdoors kids, I need Mom to myself (We shall call her Dharma, it seems Greg has been busy). No I don't want my Nutella on bread, I shall spread it elsewhere. Mainly your nether-regions, my dear lass. I absolutely adore the way she coyingly hides behind the refrigerator door. Now what does this video make
me think of, hmm...



Yes, Dharma is in for a rather busy afternoon.
JRS


PS: Wow, those other videos the alpacas mating lead to, I'd be remiss in my duties if I did not feature the rhinos.

Anytime is a good time for some Aurora Spencer

Leighton Meester needs a good spanking!

This "Gossip Girl" has been extremely naughty (even if she hasn't, who cares?), so I must administer a swift and thorough spanking. Just look at her,

It shall commence!

Now, now, dear I know it stings but when I'm done I'll lather it with some Nutella. JRS