tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53165937794233442212012-02-16T11:21:22.996-08:00M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-87388881006660854242010-07-23T00:35:00.000-07:002010-07-23T00:36:15.407-07:00I believe the feeling when you're homesick, WHILE you're at home is called heartbroken.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-8738888100666085424?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-27693733899484286892010-05-31T21:38:00.000-07:002010-05-31T21:39:40.461-07:00I swear, to the Lord, Jesus Christ, Ashley Graham will be mine. Not the Resident Evil character, the plus-sized model.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-2769373389948428689?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-38990034296710662752010-02-17T23:27:00.000-08:002010-02-17T23:38:33.324-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3zuXEi21NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/G58RQi-PW2s/s1600-h/smitts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3zuXEi21NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/G58RQi-PW2s/s320/smitts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439484530081060050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hey media. I know you're all into this "celebrity news" fad. But for fuck's sake, leave Kevin Smith alone and maybe focus on the hundreds of thousands of people who've perished in the blink of an eye... If at least one single solitary soul agrees with me on this, i know I've done my job right.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-3899003429671066275?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-7154389709597764802010-02-15T12:54:00.000-08:002010-02-15T12:56:55.855-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3m04b2LErI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mu6cLdy3rFw/s1600-h/succ2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3m04b2LErI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mu6cLdy3rFw/s320/succ2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438576906667233970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I don't twang or tweet, only twat.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-715438970959776480?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-78325357066394634412010-02-08T19:10:00.001-08:002010-02-08T19:22:27.301-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DUyhDJMoI/AAAAAAAAABs/K3gT5rafkPs/s1600-h/dumping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DUyhDJMoI/AAAAAAAAABs/K3gT5rafkPs/s320/dumping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436078714566292098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DUmHijMHI/AAAAAAAAABk/TZvxXSjmbkc/s1600-h/boosh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DUmHijMHI/AAAAAAAAABk/TZvxXSjmbkc/s320/boosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436078501560266866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DURnnd0sI/AAAAAAAAABc/e1-zXBsx3tA/s1600-h/bigpicspickick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DURnnd0sI/AAAAAAAAABc/e1-zXBsx3tA/s320/bigpicspickick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436078149393568450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DTblrpXUI/AAAAAAAAABM/OJ2I8hX_sMw/s1600-h/soclose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/S3DTblrpXUI/AAAAAAAAABM/OJ2I8hX_sMw/s320/soclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436077221161295170" border="0" /> </a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">New stuff. Look at it. Masturbate to it.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-7832535706639463441?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-52916743889564328152009-12-31T17:08:00.000-08:002009-12-31T17:10:56.177-08:002009: I had several three-ways and Rob Zombie was playing during said three-ways... Your move 2010.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-5291674388956432815?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-31381324318762401092009-10-27T01:38:00.000-07:002010-02-08T19:14:14.669-08:00Let's admit. There are words that irk people. Even the word irk. But recently i was asked the simple question of what my least favorite word is. I realized i couldn't come up with an honest answer there on the spot. So i told the man who had asked me that i need a while to think about it...<br /><br />...and i thought...<br /><br />The single word in the entirety of language that i hate the most, more than anything on this planet is...<br /><br /><br />Roasted.<br /><br />That is all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-3138132431876240109?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-17929013608050602782009-10-18T12:04:00.000-07:002009-10-18T12:20:35.105-07:00This might sound wrong but...<br /><br />I'm proud of my poop. I mean not like a father is proud of a child. But just the idea that the human body can create something so odd. It's just something you can take a step back, admire, and then never see again.<br /><br />Today was just such an occasion.<br /><br />Today I'm taking the Browns to the Super Bowl ( I know, that's like, grade-school funny) and i get up to do some paper work ( getting a bit funnier)...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*as a side note, for some reason i stand up and lean over to do so, i find it to be most comfortable. The only time it's awkward is when i'm in a public toilet, cuz i always think people are looking through the cracks, to a big guy standing up with his dick out, wiping his shitty ass... but i digress*</span><br /><br />...I peer into the porcelain wonder-pot and i see a <span style="font-style: italic;">monster</span>. It was a beast of a mud-baby. And I'm not talking about the mythical triple-coiler. This didn't coil <span style="font-style: italic;">at all</span>. It was as straight as an arrow, and as long as a rolling pin. It segmented the bowl like it was separating the shit-water into two rival gangs.<br />This thing looked like, if Shaq had a child with Mr. Hankey...<br /><br />...and i was the surrogate mother...<br /><br />...i named it Magumphrey...<br /><br />...right now it's making all the other poop in the sewer his bitch...<br /><br />...and i couldn't be happier.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-1792901360805060278?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-6107258825154634482009-08-05T15:48:00.000-07:002009-08-05T15:54:54.544-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoM5zFtm1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5r9SG4FIOl8/s1600-h/fuggles3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoM5zFtm1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5r9SG4FIOl8/s320/fuggles3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616093071612754" border="0" />Lookit how squiggly it is.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoM5tJEgPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KnWFJ0l2pnc/s1600-h/zo_locke.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoM5tJEgPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KnWFJ0l2pnc/s320/zo_locke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616091475083506" border="0" /></a>My symbol as a zombie... for no reason at all.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoM48nJrCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z3bHp6POlBw/s1600-h/bitch_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoM48nJrCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z3bHp6POlBw/s320/bitch_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616078447914018" border="0" />And of course, boobs.<br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-610725882515463448?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-36533651714040354382009-08-05T15:43:00.000-07:002009-08-05T15:47:08.061-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoLnrWgmQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E6zJAQPVEt0/s1600-h/plumbp3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1f506YONv8/SnoLnrWgmQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E6zJAQPVEt0/s320/plumbp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366614682245306626" border="0" /></a><br />Instead of makin' pictures with the ol' camera, try usin' ze scanner, it's ever so much fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-3653365171404035438?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-75740985203674300252009-05-08T18:48:00.000-07:002009-05-08T19:03:02.608-07:00Some of the funniest lines from movies sometimes never make it into the final product here are some of the best quotes from deleted scenes.<br /><br />*Note: these are from memory, not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ver</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">batum</span>. Don't tell me how to do things, ya testicle.<br /><br /><br />"Wake.Surf.Doobie.Chow.Party.Helmet.Sleep." - Forgetting Sarah Marshall<br /><br />"Schindler's Piss. It could be in black and white, with penises and assholes highlighted red..."<br />"dude..."<br />"You're right, we'll go straight to hell for that." - Zack and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Miri</span> make a Porno<br /><br />" It smells like the inside of a fake leg!" - Anchorman<br /><br />" If you smell...what the PIMP IS <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">COOKIN</span>!" - Friday After Next<br /><br />" <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jazzercise</span>? </em>Why does your mom have an aerobics tape in her car?" - Mallrats<br /><br />" If she told you to eat her puss, kiss her ass, lick her feet, chow down on her shit, nigger you'd aim to please." - True Romance<br /><br />and of course...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sLuNwIPXlI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sLuNwIPXlI</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-7574098520367430025?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316593779423344221.post-42742615284143147092009-05-04T16:29:00.000-07:002009-05-04T16:37:13.558-07:00Coming Soon: Twisted tales of sex, drugs and rock &amp; roll. A skewed perception of the human condition through the eyes of the last gentleman. Tattoos and comics and drawings and disjointed ramblings with humor and sadness. Strap in. Strap on. It begins.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5316593779423344221-4274261528414314709?l=satangelbargrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124320747120570825noreply@blogger.com0