Sunday, December 30, 2007

Sunday is Made

I'm a blogging machine and it doesn't stop my friends so holler if you hear me. I checked out Perez on this cold and rainy Sunday and found Adele. I need to preface this by saying that I used to be Perez Hilton's biggest fan and then I think he started outsourcing his writing to India and shit and it ain't the same. That's why I read Dlisted and it makes me sooooo happy and I feel like I have a homo bestie again.

So, Adele is a mix of Cat Power, Amy Winehouse and Karen Dalton. She pretty much just made my Sunday even better than just drinking Carlo and laying around with my pooch, Hot Shot (which is a tough act to follow). Look at her picture...she has a fucking hairbrush stuck in her mullet, ok?...nuf said

Craft of the Week: Beer Pong Anyone?

I saw this on me and Mini Chavez's fav site Cute Overload and had to share. It's a little felt coozie for your beer pong ball! (ok, ping pong but we know who our target audience is). Just make sure you dip in the rinse cup when it is all done because felt and PBR don't mix, ya' dig?

Check these out at TADworks


Saturday, December 29, 2007

Gimme More in '08 and Less

What we want more of in '08:

1) us
2) free shit (hit us up at for address)
3) heads supporting independent hip hop
4) someone to remix Sizzla for us....see song below
5) comments...leave yo comments if you read and let us know if we're full of shit or if you feel us
6) positivity
7) vegetarianism/veganism
8) DIY revolution
9) Guitar Hero III
10) homo thugggggggsssssss!

What we want less of in '08:
1) dolphin air fresheners
2) dope boys
3) celebrity meth faces
4) posers
5) boys in girl jeans
6) vanity plates
7) hippiecrites
8) those people who stand up in the movie theater and cough in my bootleg movies
9) The Oprah Effect
10) the Cat Power bangs effect

What do you want more and less of?

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Strictly Panty Leakage

I caught word of a free album download from Atmosphere with 13 songs I know Slug wrote to impress me specifically. If I had a lust child with anyone, it would be with him and I would not ask for child support or even take him on Maury. Ant ain't too bad either looking like Antonio Banderas but it ain't the same. Download it now, son....

Here's the blurb from Atmosphere's site about the project:
as a way to thank all of our supporters, ant and i have put together this party's called "strictly leakage." thirteen songs to chase away the winter and downloadable.

it's great for first dates, crappy houseparties, or to play in the backround while you google yourself again.

is downloadable a word? what's a doldrum?

nonetheless, thank you for the love, and please have a happy safe holiday.

oh yeah, i almost forgot, "sad clown bad winter 11" is available now, and a new album from atmosphere, "when life gives you lemons, you paint that shit gold" will be available on april 22, 2008.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Denim and Lace Y'all

I miss Glamour Shots...oh wait, they're still in business? Oh, well I miss when it was cool and people were dead serious about it. I mean, you would go in there in rags and they would transform you into a trashy diva from the neck up! They would really overdo the soft lens but that was just coming out then so it was glamorous and glorious. I found some pix that are obviously some of the best work that GS put out. Judge for yourself. Oh and I'm thinking of having a Glamour Shots party. I will bring lots of Aquanet, dickies and vaseline (for the camera lens weirdo!) You know these fine ladies are still using these as their profile pics for potential suitors on eHarmony like its that.

Update: I found some way better pix on a site called Pathetic Personals and instead of biting off their photos, go to this link and see for yourself. It's like Whoa



MC Yak Ballz is No Joke

MC Yak Ballz may not be on your hip hop radar yet but he's definitely grinding your way whether its via the internet, Paid Dues Festival or URB's Next 1000. A decidedly ridiculous name is just a front for some serious flow and classic Beastie Boyish good looks. His newest album Scifentology II, a followup to the well-received Scifentology mix-tape from '06, will be available in Jan. '08. And as you'll read, if you too want to be the next big indie emcee like Yak Ballz, spend more time on the shitter.

L and F: Yak Ballz....where did that name come from?

YB: I was given the name. I heard I made it onto some worst-band-names of all time list, so if all else fails, I'll always have the honor of the dishonorable mention.

L and F: You have a very distinct voice and your flow is intense. When and where do you do the most writing?

YB: I do most of my writing in the late hours of the night at my desk at home either in a notebook or on my laptop. I draw inspiration from a lot of places and I make mental notes or put something into my phone quickly. For Scifentology II, I did a lot of writing on the road where I woke up before everyone else, snagged the keys to the van and wrote inside with the heat
cranking until everyone dragged themselves out to it. The toilet is a great place also. If you ask any musician whether they have ever written on the shitter or not and they tell you no, they are lying.

L and F: It looks like you're seriously grinding, trying to get on the Paid Dues tour, getting votes on URB and you've got your own Youtube TV site. Is this your full time job?

YB: Yes it is. After college I got a job at an office and I never was so depressed in my life. I think people with office jobs are some of the most mentally strong people in the world. So I quit and decided I'd rather be broke. It was a surreal experience that sort of helped me make the decision to do music full time. Paid Dues is a very special tour and I'm pushing to get on it and play a bigger on it role this coming year.

L and F: What's a typical MC Yak Ballz show like?

YB: You should come to one and see for yourself. I'll put you on the list +999.

L and F: Tell us about Scifentology...

YB: Scifentology is a movement. Scifentology II is my new album that comes out on January 29th of 2008 on FloSpot Records. It's a take on religion. It's what you get when you mix myself and Scifen Clothing in a conceptual sense. And It's the Bermuda triangle where Ewok 5MH and Barmak Badaei are the other two sides.

L and F: Any groupie action yet?

YB: I'm not into groupies but I appreciate anyone who takes the time out of their life to listen to my music or read an interview.
The Question We Always Ask....

L and F: When you blow up real big, will you become a media whore, driving around all drunk and showing your privates like some celebrities we know?

YB: I think the media can be used to promote more important topics like famous 16 year olds getting pregnant. But in all seriousness, there are American soldiers dying in Iraq and Afghanistan. I find it bizarre how I don't even have to try and I can see or hear more about what one of these "it" girls did last night in full detail, than tragedies happening to our troops overseas.
It's not even completely the celeb's fault but I can guarantee you'll never see me act out for some short lived press. I'd much rather hang with my friends in private and keep my privates to myself.

Links you Must Click on:

Flospot Records

Vote for Yak on Urb's Next 1000

Leave a comment on the Paid Dues Myspace to vote Yak Ballz on the tour again this year

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Happy Birthday Fluffgirl!

It's Fluffgirl's birthday today! She's as old as me now and we ain't tellin'. So, this all reminds me of this time we got Fluffgirl a stripper for her birthday. I'd say she was 19 or something and we asked the stripper company to send a surfer-looking guy 'cause thats what she was into at the time (we live at the beach). So, this "cop" shows up and his name is Dawson. He's got the boombox and Fluff is embarrassed as shit. It was hilarious. He was literally flipping her ass in the air and getting all freaky-like. Then he turned on me and made me smack his metrosexual, shaved ass. LC don't get down like that but it was fun. The kicker is he stayed around after his gig was up trying to get a shot at dating Fluff. We were like...."ummmmm, you can leave now". I wish I had the pix for you guys but something very shady and mysterious happened to them.

We love you Fluff!

Please go on Fluffgirl's Myspace and wish her a happy B-day (she does get overshadowed by Christmas every year ya know)

Love, LC

Saturday, December 22, 2007

"Why I'm Going to Hell" by Lady Chavez

This will be the first installment of "Why I'm going to Hell" because this applies to me too much not to blog about it. I DO NOT listen to current country music but somehow I came across the gayest Christmas country song of all time. Let me paint you a picture...a boy stands in front of a shoe store and asks some random dude (who happens to be a really mediocre singer) to buy his terminally ill mother these shoes, they are just her size, blah blah blah. The random dude must hurry before she meets Jesus. I have never felt so manipulated into crying in my life! (well, there was Mr. Holland's Opus). Regardless, I was laughing my ass off at the boy, his mother and this guy who thinks we are believing them all.

I know some white trash mother is crying her eyes out to this little diddy and it just makes my Christmas.

Friday, December 21, 2007

New Years Resolution for You

Words and Phrases I would like to see resurface and be used liberally for the New Year:

1) dilsnik

2) "you're a herb" (hard "h")

3) tenderoni

4) "hot to trot" (for Hillbilly Harlot)

5) loosey goosey

6) "word is bond"

7) frostbitten (ala Ice T)

8) "to' up from the flo' up"

9) "SYKE!"

10) "maxin' and relaxin"

Add some to the list in the comments section...

Thursday, December 20, 2007

"It's My Addiction, Damn It" by Hillbilly Harlot

I know many people will have some time off over the next few days. Now you could spend time with your family, friends or cats. Or you could do what I normally do. Settle in Peg Bundy style with some bon bons and stirrup pants on the couch and tune into LMN. Yes, that's Lifetime Movie Network. A WHOLE channel dedicated to the art of the Lifetime Movie. Now, Lifetime is supposed to be "television for women". I always took that as meaning, empowering women. I was wrong. Here is the essential Lifetime Movie list. It's not to be missed

Let's start with the Tori Spelling series

Co-ed Call Girl: A naive college student gets drawn into the life of prostitution and drugs. Will she ever get out? Will her nose collapse? A MUST SEE

Death of a cheerleader: Corky's sister stars as a wannabe cheerleader who stabs Tori Spelling. You will stay on the edge of your seat waiting to see if her croquet ball implant leeks.

True Life Chronicles

Life is not a fairytale: The Fantasia Barrino Story: The AI winner plays herself in this biography. I'm not sure how she read the script. (yes, I am going to hell, thanks) but the part where she vomits on the breakfast table is priceless. Slow motion worthy. The part where the electricity gets turned off is good too.

Shattered Innocence: This is my FAVORITE lifetime movie. Made in 1988 it is based upon the short life of Shauna Grant. A porn actress and nude model. A young, naive girl from Kansas moves to Los Angeles to become a movie star. She gets some photos taken wearing nothing but chaps and a cowboy hat, starts doing porn, gets addicted to coke, wears alot of sequin dresses, does more porn, manages a leather goods store, does more coke.. I don't wanna give away the ending.

Casualties of Love: The Long Island Lolita Story: What is a young girl to do between one hit TV series and another? Star in movies like Street Fighter, Poison Ivy 2 and of course, this movie. I love her LI accent and her bitchin Camaro that the Buttafuco is always 'fixing' for her. This movie is totally biased and makes Amy Fisher look like a slut psycho and paints the greasy Joey as innocent but it's still worth a watch.

Just plain bad

Dying to belong: Zach Morris and the Next Karate kid are journalist investigating the hazing death of 6 from Blossom. yup.

Road Rage: Yasmine "Low Rent Carmen Electra" Bleeth cuts a water delivery man off in traffic who recently lost his family in a road rage related accident. He begins to stalk her and steals her panties.

My Stepson, My lover: Not even gonna touch it.

The Ultimate Betrayal: A man addicted to hookers get arrested and he tells his wife he just stopped to ask for directions. She responds with "Where? To your pants!?"

15 and Pregnant: I had high hopes for this movie. I mean, Kiki Dunst in all her snaggle tooth glory.. 15! It was just stupid and the guy who spermed her up is all white trash and leaves her for a gummy redhead. She wears overalls throughout the movie. That's the most interesting thing about it.

If you're interested in naming your own Lifetime Movie, check this out:

This was mine: It's My Addiction, Damn It: The Untold Story of HillBilly Harlot

Sunday, December 16, 2007

BUST Craftacular 2007!!

Its already been a week since Bust’s 3rd Annual 2007 Craftacular in Manhattan, but my mind is still buzzing with sights and wonders so craftacular that any handmaking honey will surely drool over this blog….

I arrived at 2pm on Saturday at the Metropolitan Pavilion in NYC. The line was insane – out the door and down the block. Like waiting in line for a roller coaster, my stomach was flipping and flopping with anticipation. I would only imagine the wonderful sights and sounds that awaited me inside. I could hear music and people buzzing. And of course I brought my copy of Hospitality Under the Influence for a special signing by the one and only Amy Sedaris (of Strangers With Candy fame). The line inches and I continue to dream of specially crafted trinkets….

Finally, I pay my dollar, grab my free copy of Bust Mag and magnificently burst my way through the doors – crafts as far as the eye can see! A huge ballroom packed with over 200 hundred vendors selling handblocked tee’s, knit goodies, metal-made jewelry, painted perfections, glued anomalies, and fabulous frocks! Music pumps through the sound system and my head begins to spin – where to begin? Glittering unicorns brooches to my left and alien inspired stuffed animals to my right – I break left and leave my boyfriend in a cloud of after burner as I head down the aisles, taking everything in through osmosis. I can’t believe its taken me this long to discover heaven….

Of particular note to me were the following vendors: – home of the famous Vinny’s Tampon Cases. Site includes period charts and tampon cases to track/prepare you for your flow. – small, enameled pendants in obscure shapes, like seagulls and handcuffs. – fruit that doesn’t get mad…it gets even. T-shirts, buttons, totes, and pins featuring cute food characters. – supremely crafted canvas bags in all shapes in sizes. – quirky handblocked t-shirts, dolls, i-pod cases, bags, and wallets – dainty and delicate earrings and necklaces. – handmade undies – specialty baby stuff that is damn cute

I waited in line to have my book autographed by Amy Sedaris and she wrote the following in my book:

Here’s me with Amy:

Overall, I ended up buying a few things. It was like a craft fair and party under one roof. I had a fantastic time and being a crafty girl myself, I was supremely inspired by so much creativity under one roof….the only thing missing was my own table- which means I already can’t wait til next year.


Crafty Fluff

I like to tell it like it is...

Since I like telling people exactly what's on my mind, I find the concept behind pure genius. Sometimes I have a compelling urge to let others know just how fucked up I really am or just how fucked up I think someone else is. My friend Francis introduced me to this great site and I instantly fell in love.

Did I ever really tell you how much I like you?

Got this right before this year’s company Christmas Party (thanks boo).

I’ve got my heart set on that iPod you bought me even though I hate your guts.

I am attending your party ONLY b/c I have to….

Since he doesn’t have an email, this one’s worth printing for my 7 year old cousin.

Lady and Fluff – nuff said.
I’m curious to know why Hallmark hasn’t picked up on this….


I suck at killing things....

We’ve had an unwanted guest for about 3 weeks now in our kitchen – we named him Fievel (like the little guy in American Tale). He’s been chilling in our kitchen and scavenging for crumbs night after night – he was real small and I thought it was kind of cute until the bastard started pooping all over the countertops and stove during his nightly crumb hunts. All I could think about were the germs and disease that vermin feces are supposed to carry. I was pissed. Who did this mouse think he was messing with? “He’s nibbled his last crumb!” I said as I strategically placed glue traps all around the kitchen and neatly placed little pieces of pizza (apparently his favorite food) in the middle of each trap.

Two hours later, we arrive home from a shopping trip and I go to the kitchen to get something to drink. I open the fridge and hear this squeaking noise coming from near the trash can. My heart drops. I look down at one of the traps, and there’s Fievel with all four paws firmly cemented in the glue. He’s struggling and squeaking and I realize that he’s only the size of my thumb….tears immediately begin to well in my eyes as I realize that I have intentionally caused the pain and suffering of this little creature. I run to my boyfriend and start motioning frantically for him to come in the kitchen and see and help me, because now I’ve decided I must find a way to get him out. I look on the internet and find an article that says that if you pour olive oil on the glue, it will dissolve and the mouse can get free (this is right after it says that these traps are considered the cruelest of all because mice have been known to gnaw off their paws to get free, resulting in a horribly slow and agonizing death). I scoop Fievel up on a cardboard platform and head downstairs with the olive oil and pour it in the trap, taking special care not to cover him in the oil. He’s struggling viciously at this point and I wonder if he will break one his legs off while trying to free himself. Tears are streaming down my face – the neighbors walk outside and I block their view and look away, trying to act like there is a perfectly good reason for me to be squatting on the sidewalk in the snow….but I look down and realize that Fievel’s front two paws have come free and my hope is renewed. I help him free his tail and soon, he’s got all but one leg free from the trap. I am slowly re-gaining confidence about is future….Finally, his last leg comes free and I think he is too shocked to realize that he’s no longer stuck, as he sits there heaving huge breaths and gaining composure. Then he scurries off into the night, and I am left with mixed emotions as I think about how he may still not make it in the cold, cold weather….I am the worst person ever…..

Come to find out, there are more humane and natural ways to rid your house of these cute, but annoying critters. Get a cat. But some humane traps at Lowes’ (these traps allow you to catch and release the critter in the wild elsewhere)….or the most interesting remedy involved getting a skin from a snake who has shed it and placing it in the mouse’ favorite spot. This will give the little bugger the scare of his life.

I will never kill again…


Crafts We LOVE!!

A lovely little site called Crochet my Crotch ( offers hand crafted vulvas and vulva inspired accessories! What a novel idea – and I am surprised at how realistic they look….doesn't the hair look downright glittery? We want glitters in OUR hair! Hmph....

This one’s for the ladies….

And for those who can’t bear the thought of another night cradling your twig and berries to keep them from freezing off, a knit Willie Warmer (aka Man Mitt) should do the trick!

This one’s for the fellas….

Christmas love,
Lady and Fluff

Cuckoo for Koko

Baby Dad went to Hawaii a couple years ago and picked up this CD called "Koko meets Ooklah the Moc". Koko is a reggae artist from Maui and is now my current second favorite reggae man (Sizzla, you will never lose your top spot). So I googled Koko and there is NO info on him, just where to download the CD. He doesn't even have a Wikipedia or anything. We listen to this album seriously every night and it makes me happy. Check out one of my fav songs from this mysterious dude:

Can you tell Imeem is also one of my new obsessions?


Thursday, December 13, 2007

Don't Ruin This For Me

So I heard that super old skool song, "Let's Chill" by Guy and I got all ghetto-fab and was like, "Awwwww shit! This is my song!" So, I got so happy that I decided it was my favorite R&B song ever and then I thought of a million other songs and narrowed it down to just the 90's. Then I retracted that and decided it is the best song to hear while you're making out at the carnival behind the port-o-potty this week only. Don't ruin this for me because I never commit to anything and I have committed to this song falling under this category and I don't want anyone to take this away from me.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Trend and Anti-trend

Trend: Bike Messengers

You've all seen them, lining the curb at a gas station, refueling their fit bodies/begging before they act as the ultimate middle man on 2 wheels. I am reminded of that Brady Bunch episode where one of the kids is transporting blueprints for dad and really effs it up. I like to pretend that the stinky hippies who take up bike messaging (or is it a chicken/egg situation?) are carrying Mr. Brady's blueprints to safety and that is sexy. There is something about these patchouli-wearing couriers that makes me want to quit my real job, get some cool gloves and ride shotgun (= handlebars).

Anti-trend: Shit-locks

I am an advocate for all things natural and this means dreds, especially. Dreds are sexy and lead me to believe that dude is about "something". No one ever knows what that "something" is but that isn't important. What I don't like is when dude 1) has multiple dreds sprouting uniformly from his dome like he spent hours in front of the bathroom mirror separating and cultivating his knotted hair 2) wears a t-shirt around his locks 3) has 3 huge dreds total, looking like he has just forgotten about the hair on his head entirely. That is too hardcore for me. I see many a white dude sporting this look and sometimes he is a bike messenger. The shit locks trump the bike messenger hotness and knocks him into the anti-trend category and ultimately he is totally unattractive.

"Mommy and Me" By Hillbilly Harlot

MF seeks SF or MF for drinking, dancing and shopping. Must have lots of drama and like to shoot tequila. Must be willing to piss outdoors and ride public transportation..........
It's so incredibly hard to make friends as an adult. Especially after moving to a different town where you know not one person. Every single friend I have made over the past 6 years has been through work. Which is fine. Hell, one of my bff's I met through work. She runs a blog and is too busy to call or email me (hint...her initials are L and C) Anyways. She laze.
I tried making some friends online and actually met one several months back. Now, I like her fine but we went out with some of her friends in the dirty south (jersey, that is). Her friend kept telling us about their latest 'girl'. See, these people are swingers. Real, true life swingers. And no, they weren't in their 50's like HBO would like you to believe. Oh, and the guy lives above a gun shop. God, I love south jersey. I have not hung out with my online friend since then.

I recently started a 2nd job at a retail store that imports junk from poverty stricken countries and sells it to suburban housewife's with a 400% mark up. I really like working there. It's a stress free job and pays poorly. It gets my ass away from the computer. It inspires me to decorate my own house with $40 pillows that a worker in China earned $1 (if that) to make. I am trying to make friends at this job. There are two girls I see as potential friends. One is in her 30's and works for the big ol University in Philly. She's sarcastic and funny. The other is a younger girl who is going to school to become a fashion designer. She's vegan and kinda quiet. We tentatively made plans to eat vegan Dim Sum in Chinatown soon. I was elated after the conversation with her consisting of how nasty soymilk is and how yummy tofu hoagies are.
I feel like a damn stalker. I just need some companionship for christsake. I mean, I love the husband but I need someone to do girlie things with. Like drink whiskey and try on clothes at Daffy's. Someone to sing Joan Jett with me in the car. Someone who understands the fabulousness of the movie "Big Business". Someone to quote John Waters with (Tea Bag him, Larry!).
It sounds like what I need is a Fairy Gay Mother. Most people in Philly are from the area and have known their friends for years. It's a small circle and it's hard to break into. I feel in order to make friends at this point, I either need to get a dog or a baby. I don't want either.

Hillbilly "Hag sans Fag" Harlot

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Elves aren't Real?

We have an announcement to make.....Santa is not real and his elves do not make the toys. Consequently, half of the time the presents are pieced togther by chinese minors who do not have the time nor the money to celebrate just so you can have the luxury of passing around a bunch of crap you will never use. The other 50% of gifts are made by robots like Number 5 who are also victims of this holiday consumerism. We just found this out this year and are distressed by it so we took the 1st Annual Buy Handmade Pledge! We have been pimpin' Etsy out like we're makin' commission or at least getting some ass and Christmas/Chanukah are no different. Get all your gifts there or if you have some local stores that are all about the DIY revolution, hit those up. We know our readers are smarter, more righteous and better in bed than those other blog readers so get out your grandmother's credit card, chew some more of her vicodin and get out there and fight for Number 5!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Help Us Help You

We all know you want some Lady Chavez and Fluff merch. Just picture being the coolest fucker in the room sporting one of our shirts. You will be like, "What? You ain't know? Damn, I thought you were cool bro." Well, we are still waiting for this to happen as well, someone to take pity on us and our stick-figure drawing selves. Someone who kinda knows what they're doing is what we are going for. So, we are having the 1st annual Lady Chavez and Fluffgirl T-shirt Art Contest!!! You will draw us something you would want to wear and we will choose a winner. You must submit your entry by Dec. 31. A winner will be announced on January 1st if we are not too hungover. Lady Chavez and Fluffgirl will use your image to make lots of money and you will get a free t-shirt...oh and a top friend spot on Myspace? and ummmm...a link on our blog...and mad props. Please send all art to

P.S. 10% of the proceeds will go to LC's Carlo Rossi Fund. Let's do it for a cause!

Best Rap Battle In a Movie

Check out this raptacular clip from Lady Chavez's fave movie, Teen Witch. If you haven't seen this movie, you will never truly reach enlightenment. If you don't know about this awesome rap scene, then you are not really a hip hop head like you claim. The battle starts getting real live around 36 seconds. These people are so believable, its unreal!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

We have some hygeine-conscious readers!

We had a poll this week and asked our readers what was the best advice. Here were the results:

You can't turn a hoe into a housewife
1 (7%)

You lay down with dogs, you're gonna get fleas
2 (15%)

Never trust a big butt and a smile
3 (23%)

Wipe front to back, don't bring the shit to the clit
7 (53%)

Whoa, I thought I was the only one screaming the "shit to the clit" anthem as I hovered over pukey porcelain at the frat house with 3 other girls waiting inside. The Zima drinkers would be astonished by my lack of couth and also devastated that they had been wiping wrong all along. Hey, it was always my good deed for the night, enlightening my fellow females, before I poured out my red cup of Natty Light onto some chickenhead's head before departing. Those were the days.

Thanks for your participation!


Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Sex, Booze and Electronics

I have this old Playboy December issue from 1983 that I got from some dirty old men at a yard sale a few years ago. I got bored with my hair the other night and decided to go fishing through this mag for some styles to stay ahead of the curve. They were all feathered messes not to mention the au naturel going on down below but I found some funny, un-rauchy pics that my readers will appreciate:

If I weren't 4 in '83, I would have smoked these

This one was awkward and creepy because I was also taking these pics of the mag in a field in a skirt with my panties showing.

This is like the first detachable face (tape-style), that guy LOVES it

This was the hottest chick in the mag, lookin' like the Hollywood Nails cutie

"Is it live, or is it Memorex?" I can't tell!!!!!!

Scarface came out that month, classic.

Remember when the phone cord was so sexy wrapped around the thigh? Why was that? I don't know but techonology really made this obsolete with the addition of the Zach Morris phone.

My, how Hennessy has changed

I would still mustache ride it

Don't you just want to punch this dude in the face?! He must drink a lot of this...

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