In an effort to appeal to the emerging beefy-mexican-dropping-the-kids-off-at-the-pool-fetish demographic Ginch Gonch has released a new line of underwear entitled the ‘Load’n Dump’n Collection.’ The line includes underwear with names like (this is totally true) ‘Pooper Scooper’ and ‘Bumper Dumper.’
IDK. IDK. This ad confuses me. Also confusing me…the blowing in the wind cock formations on the Ginch Gonch website:
More photos from the line can be found here.
Just in time for Christmas, underwear that make you look like you have a vagina instead of a penis! Act now and at no extra cost you can get an “Also in White” tattoo on your outer thigh!!
I’d rather have Steve-O sit on my face!
So correct me if I’m wrong, but was 70′s not the gayest, if not THE gayest, time period for men’s fashion? Regardless of your sexual orientation, every guy that I’ve seen old pictures of (including my Dad) straight up looked like street-walking trannies or like these gaylords here who share an affinity for matching paisley print ties and man-on-man relations.
P.S. What’s Crimplene? You can find the fascinating history of Crimplene here.
Watch out hot, almost naked stud!! That gay republican is about to suck you dry and not in a good way. I’m just kidding, gay republicans aren’t the sons of satan. They’re just sad cause Obama is so far ahead in the polls. Happy Gay Christmas Everyone!!
For a GAY this could make urinating slightly more difficult.
I don’t want a rug stroking me as I make love…that’s just weird. It does say it’s almost like having another lover there with the two of you, so it might be a safer way to have a threesome (none of those jealousy issues). Although if your lover (I hate using that word) spends more “quality” time with the rug and you are left sitting on the sidelines, that would be sad. Very very sad.
I wonder if I can get my hair to do that?
Now I know this site is a marketing ploy to direct you to an online dating site, but the site is totally free and the page is f*cking funny…
10 Reasons It Would Rule to Date a Unicorn
I don’t need another reason.
We totally stole…er…I mean aggregated this from one of our new favorite uber gay blogs, eMackinations. Totally ignoring the fact he hasn’t added us to his blogroll yet, I like this crazy Aussie named Johnny. His site is totally random (porno photos of beefy gay action figures), cruel towards those deserving, has frequent themed posts of hot guys (like Furlicious) and he has good (read gayest ever) taste in music. He also likes to sprinkle in occasional shirtless pics of himself just chillin’ in his yard and let’s not forget about his big black cock.
I’m posting this mainly because I love the graphic design of it and I’m impressed by the time put into a flyer for a Wednesday night club. Who goes out on a Wed.? Oh, wait I do. And Thurs. And Fri. And Sat. And…you get the idea. Gays are drunks. Oops, did I generalize. Oh well…glug glug glug.
The bar is Fubar in West Hollywood, CA and it’s always a good time. Things happen there. I won’t say what kind of things. Just things you wouldn’t want your Auntie Bee to see. Unless your Aunt Bee likes Daisy Chains. Kidding. Not Really. Really. Not Really. glug glug glug.
HAY Sailor! Nothing says you are a hot piece of Navy cake ready to come into port like this little sexy suede number…shirt optional.
