Sunday, February 27, 2005
Previously on the Cotillion
- Figurines gone wild, volume 1
- For LadyBug: Who Would Bucky Do?
- If it's not Scottish, it's CRAP!
- For Jessica's boyfriend
- Gawd, not another picture, bitch
- Another Veinface cameo
- Self-Portrait Thursday
- The birth of Veinus
- Yes, I'm a whore
- Jim's nuggets of wisdom
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14 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
IT BURNS!! IT BURNS!!
And I'M MELTING!
Or wait, is that Gumby's condom melting? WHEW! So much better than the rectal molt.
Some condoms are A1-soluble I guess...
Oooh, Gumby! Pull my mane! That's my tail you jackass!
Oh, Bucky, I wondered what you would do with them, and you did not disappoint. My friends look right at home here. BTW, they're still up the tiny stairs, sleeping off the evening's festivities.
Susie
Not fair! First its the who would you do question and now all these smutty pictures when I have a drugged up boyfriend who cant be molested.
Putting all this porn on your site, you might have to start charging a membership fee. If that comes about I can help you, I have some incriminating Tigger photos that shows what Tiggers REALLY like best....
Susie, thank you for allowing me to prove to the world that Pokey is, indeed, Gumby's bitch.
Tigger porn is always welcome. And if you have any compromising snapshots of Piglet, I'll pay double!
That is so fake because Gumby wears one of those spiked dog collars and stuff.
Yeah Striz, that Gumby is a strange one. He wouldn't wear the collar for posed pictures because, and I quote Gumby here: "It would sully the sacrosanct nature of my fetish accessories to adorn myself in them before a posed photo shoot."
This keeps playing in my head, gotta get it out, and what better place than here:
He can walk into any book, with his pony pal Pokey, too
If you've got a heart, then Gumby's a part of you!
Susie
Bucky I'm disappointed. Pokey is totally the top (his name is Pokey ferchristsake). But Gumby is good at a certain well-honed skill - hence HIS name - no teeth. OK, I'm getting some coffee. Can I get you anything?
Dazed, you've completely crushed my previous assumptions with your searin' logic!
May I have a valium while you're getting your coffee?
I was thinking the same thing, and Dazed totally beat me to it.
HIS NAME IS POKEY!! Of COURSE that makes Gumby the bitch!
Gives new meaning to the old song, doesn't it?
You do the Hokey Pokey
And you turn yourself about (ha!)
Seriously. It stings. The A1 makes you feel raw as a steak.
Makes me think of that old Rickie Lee Jones song:
"Buys his meat from the whore next door.
Wants it rare, but he gets it. . .well"
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