tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.comments2023-10-07T00:35:35.844-07:00Shenanigans : A Blog From the Depths of DebaucheryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-73841126164850566722018-06-14T07:51:09.734-07:002018-06-14T07:51:09.734-07:00Yes, this is true all Bollywood actresses are not ...Yes, this is true all <a href="http://bestbollywoodescorts.com/" rel="nofollow">Bollywood actresses </a>are not in the <br /><br />escorts profession but this is 100% true that many of them are personally involved in escorts profession. <br />We are completely safe and secure agency who provide some of <a href="http://bestbollywoodescorts.com/" rel="nofollow">Bollywood models and actress</a>, we also have some TV <br /><br />actresses. <br />We are have PAN India based agency and dealing with only genuine clients.<br />- Only genuine customers are welcome.<br /><br />For more inquiry you can visit at our website http://bestbollywoodescorts.com/ or can direct call or <br /><br />message on +91 9818452476 Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08910473873219166307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-50599219033677034002016-06-25T18:37:53.388-07:002016-06-25T18:37:53.388-07:00Tru DAT, man.
https://wardmuseum.org/Exhibits/Art...Tru DAT, man.<br /><br />https://wardmuseum.org/Exhibits/ArtistsArchive/RichardLudwigJanson/tabid/404/Default.aspxPlepgeathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14089722063579343952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-79105754587210099212016-06-25T18:35:04.412-07:002016-06-25T18:35:04.412-07:00Richerd 'Fresh Air' Janson was, for real a...Richerd 'Fresh Air' Janson was, for real and truly, an Estonian hermit who made incredibly good duck decoys and died in a Sanitarium in Sonoma at the age of 79.Plepgeathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14089722063579343952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-54092722920912560072012-05-03T15:21:12.492-07:002012-05-03T15:21:12.492-07:00well said BLT!well said BLT!Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07804179383543034533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-62823199126984539032012-05-03T13:01:54.278-07:002012-05-03T13:01:54.278-07:00Lord of the Things was Tolken's greatest creat...Lord of the Things was Tolken's greatest creation. An epic tale that was far unappreciated by the tweenage following of those three uninspiring solo object novels.Bradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09993134614520885890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-40699075263613768802012-04-18T22:00:14.240-07:002012-04-18T22:00:14.240-07:00Not a long one but just enough to keep the audienc...Not a long one but just enough to keep the audience satisfied until next time. Thanks for sharing budBradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09993134614520885890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-5361037004980946902011-03-20T10:21:28.386-07:002011-03-20T10:21:28.386-07:00Adina!!!! haha!Adina!!!! haha!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08708507358587584462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-87101403033136328592011-03-03T10:48:20.489-08:002011-03-03T10:48:20.489-08:00I just wanted to see if anyone was reading...I just wanted to see if anyone was reading...Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07804179383543034533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-49730363148371502212011-03-03T10:25:24.375-08:002011-03-03T10:25:24.375-08:00You know Steve Jobs runs Apple, right?You know Steve Jobs runs Apple, right?Lindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06319636759118831995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-67779208985750044952011-01-24T12:29:47.456-08:002011-01-24T12:29:47.456-08:00I've never thought about the grass fed thing b...I've never thought about the grass fed thing but you're absolutely right! I will now scoff every time I see a restaurant advertise its grass fed burgers...SFGiantsGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100132456357205298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-45559493409868573432010-12-23T18:57:42.127-08:002010-12-23T18:57:42.127-08:00Wow, I really just have no words for this one Stev...Wow, I really just have no words for this one Steve. Were you high? Do we need to get NA involved? You combined work with Dr. Seuss. That is... I don't know what that is.SFGiantsGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100132456357205298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-90175792525111887022009-10-12T20:03:07.432-07:002009-10-12T20:03:07.432-07:00I agree McDeez. You need more shenanigans in your...I agree McDeez. You need more shenanigans in your Shenanigans. <br /><br />"Hey, Farva, what's the name of that restaurant you like with all the goofy shit on the walls and the mozzarella sticks?"<br /> <br />"You mean Shenanigans?" <br /><br />Those, Steve. Those.<br /><br />However, I totally feel you on the #2 pencil thing for sure. I've never seen a #1 or #3 pencil...SFGiantsGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100132456357205298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-23153416253901235652009-10-09T00:29:49.180-07:002009-10-09T00:29:49.180-07:00Gay Proctologists? Number 2 pencils?? So. Caroli...Gay Proctologists? Number 2 pencils?? So. Carolina Gamecocks material??? Did the mother-load of bad comedians break down in front of your house recently & you've been forced to provide them food & shelter in exchange for their 'quality' material...<br /><br />C'mon McDoody, you're better than that... Where are the stories of your madcap hi-jinks? Where are the funny yarns you used to spin while we were all too busy to listen due to all the scattered ass prancing about the bar? Where's the damn movie quotes?!?<br /><br />Dammit, I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT SOME SHENANIGANS!!!<br /><br />Much Luv, Mad Respect,<br />Jigga P, outUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04875218310598912292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-31248843235178034902008-12-29T12:14:00.000-08:002008-12-29T12:14:00.000-08:00hahahah, that is some good stuff Steve! I never ha...hahahah, that is some good stuff Steve! I never had the chance to follow along before as i was on the road, but I like your blog. I can hear you talking when I read your posts.Reeciushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04874542448630301630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462532965087898298.post-70483027765843483412008-12-01T22:16:00.000-08:002008-12-01T22:16:00.000-08:00I have to say, Steve, I'm delighted that you poste...I have to say, Steve, I'm delighted that you posted this blog. It's comforting to know that I'm not the only person being entertained, disgusted, and insulted by the odd and eccentric population of this great city. I have begun to refer to these experiences as my "San Francisco Bum/Muni Follies."<BR/><BR/>For the women out there reading this comment, I have to add a detail or two to the event corresponding to the picture. I was one of those people trying to get on the bus in the "Back Door! Back Door!" because the bus driver had stopped letting people on in the front - the bus was THAT crowded. Not only did I barely squeeze in past the fellow in the picture, my rear end - in all of its post-workout supa-tight stretch pants glory - was right in his line of sight. <BR/><BR/>This is when he began to make the scene. "My GOD that is a luscious booty!! Can I touch it? Oh pleeeease baby let me touch it. You know you want me to just grab it, jiggle it. I'd love you baby girl I'd LOOOOVE you!" At this point I'm the center of attention of a bus FULL of the 6:30pm Monday crowd. You know the one I'm referring to. It consists of the good looking suit-and-tie financial district metro-men and the Coach bag carrying, pantsuit wearing marketing girls, all of whom are laughing hysterically at the spectacle. Mind you, I'm the center of attention in a sweat soaked wife beater, my tightest, most unforgiving pair of running pants, no makeup, and dirty hair matted to my forehead. Of course this shit never happens when I'm wearing a sexy pencil skirt, having a great hair day, and my lips are freshly glossed. My only saving grace was when he fell, literally fell, out of the bus at the next stop. Elise 1, Bum 1. It's a draw. <BR/><BR/>Oddly enough, there were no posts the next day on Craigslist's "Missed Connections" for "dirty girl with luscious booty on the 38." hmm What can you do. <BR/><BR/>This, of course, all occurs the day after another bum incident. I was at the Safeway on Webster on Sunday night minding my own business, purchasing a delectable 1/2 lb of freshly sliced honey turkey at the deli counter when this homeless person approaches me and asks me for change. My initial reaction was one of bewilderment - how did a bum get into this fine establishment?! My second reaction was the same as my response to his request- "um, no." I went back to waiting on my deli turkey and typing away on my blackberry, thinking nothing more of the interaction. <BR/><BR/>Instead of saying "thank you" or grunting the typical bum-chatter "hoogly moogly" as they scuttle away to find more generous people to harass, he looks me dead in the eye and says "Why not? You got that nice teley-phone, and you got that meat. Why ain't you gots some change fo' me. Sure you got fiddy cents o sumptin." <BR/><BR/>Really? Ok. I guess he's allowed to express his opinion. It's a free country and all. So I decided I'd be best off to just ignore him. I had learned my lesson about provoking ghetto people the hard way after Saturday night's events, but that's another story. So I'm thinking "You can do it, Elise! Be the better person!" <BR/><BR/>It turns out the bum didn't take kindly to being ignored. So he proceeded to yell, yes - yell, the following: "HEY LADY! I'MA TALKIN AT CHOO!! GIMME SOME GODDAMN MONEY!!" Really?! Is this really happening to me? I'm looking around wondering why no one else was being harassed by this guy, and no one would look me in the eye. I was alone. Alone in a sea of delicious delicatessen meats and cheeses - but a storm was a-brewin and there was no turning back now. So I looked him right in the eye and told him to fuck off. <BR/><BR/>Oops. So that was definitely not the right thing to do. I looked around me - searching desperately for a lifeline. Anything! Anyone! Alas, nothing. Needless to say, this did not sit well with Sir Bum either. He looks back at me and says, and I quote, "No! No, nuh uh. Fuck YOU white lady! Fuck you! And you got a flat ass! Yeah dats right. You heard me bitch. Flat. Ass." <BR/><BR/>My response? "I most certainly do NOT have a flat ass. And if I do, it's just because of these jeans. So fuck you, fuck your mom, and get the hell out of my way before I call security." <BR/><BR/>Ding ding! And we have a winner. Elise 2 - Bum 1. I yelled security, he called uncle. Bitch. <BR/> <BR/>Now my only question is about my ass - is it flat or is it luscious? I guess I'll always have to wonder...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com