T-Radiator.
Fisted by DirtFinger under Phone Phinger Photos on Thu, Apr 5, 2012
Quick! Comment first!
A Surfeit of Hitler Toast
Fisted by stinkfinger under Phone Phinger Photos on Sun, Mar 25, 2012
Tags: bread, evil toast, face, helltoast, hitler, miracle, portrait, toast
Quick! Comment first!
Genuine love, Bicycle in your exit.
Fisted by ChaosFist under video, youtube on Sun, Mar 11, 2012
Tags: bicycle, crotch watching, NSFW, panties, perverted, portugese, Zouk music
1 Comment
NSFW unless your boss is perverted.
Long time no write. Oh how I have missed my devoted reader.
Here’s a reward for waiting so patiently. This is just for you, you know who you are.
I must preface this post by stating I do not speak Portuguese, and I really don’t understand Spanish very well.
At best I will translate this as “Genuine love, Bicycle in your exit.” The rest speaks for itself, and I can’t really translate that either.
Guh-Gawd, what IS IT!?
Fisted by stinkfinger under Phone Phinger Photos on Fri, Mar 9, 2012
Tags: disturbing, freaky, gross, nightmare, photo, Photoshop
[2] Comments
Via “Chris Chinky Chao” on Google+. Some of the worst shit on his page that I’ve seen for a while – or maybe it just strikes a raw nerve with me, in particular.
And now…
Fisted by DirtFinger under Phone Phinger Photos on Thu, Mar 8, 2012
1 Comment
From the Finger that has brought to the Fist “Meatpants”, “Skeleton Pants”, and “Zombie Stockings”, I hereby present…
Bend Your Brain
Fisted by DirtFinger under Phone Phinger Photos on Tue, Mar 6, 2012
Quick! Comment first!
Stink’s Perverse Poetry, #1
Fisted by stinkfinger under FOB Exclusive on Mon, Mar 5, 2012
Tags: bawdy, dirty, nasty, poem, poetry, risque
1 Comment
Introducting a new feature: Stink’s Perverse Poetry. These are poems that I wouldn’t dare publish on my “respectable” site. So, love, hate, print and burn, whatever.
——
OH, HOW I ADORE YOUR HORSEY FACE
Marilla Melon-Squeeze:
If it would please,
Take me down
to the Thames
Beneath the
Sheltering trees.
And have your
regal way with me.
I’ll gladly be
Your Prince.
I ache to be
Your champion.
Behind closed doors
(where we’re all revealed
as pimps and whores)
I’ll beg to be
Your tampon.
MISTER VAN CLEEF
Mister van Cleef
Enjoys a good queef;
It makes him tremble like a leaf
when the
Wind blows by those flaps of beef.
ABHORRING THE BACK PASSAGE
Thoroughly disgusted,
I said, “Xavier,
as a romantic apertif,
as a sexual flavor,
arse has no savor;
Yet in the blue cinema,
after an enema,
after they lave her
and shave her…”
“A sodomite spelunker,
a scatalogical caver,
bends up, as in Chaucer,
to ‘kiss her naked arse,
Right greedily.’
Albeit at length,
and knowingly,
as a matter of course.
How can this be?”
“How did this come to pass?
This obscene obsession with arse?
How did this ever happen?
That hole was made for crappin’.
Why did this ever start?
It’s the aperture for a fart.
It’s unwholesome and absurd,
To taste the abode of a turd.”
DirtFinger
Jennifer
Middle
stinkfinger