Old school PPE
Full balcony
The Nightmare by Henry Fuseli
The Gates of Hell by Auguste Rodin
Melius est regnare in Inferno quam servire in Caelis est.
Psycho Central
Here There Be Madness, Mayhem, Murder Most Foul, Smokin' Hot Women, Rockin' Juke Music And Other Merriment. Faint Of Heart Or Afflicted With Tender Sensibilities? Begone!
Still another portrait by Joe Coleman
A webmaster groupie in a parallel and far better universe
Did anybody remember to bring the Dramamine?
Pay regards to Robert Earl Hughes, the world's heaviest ambulatory man, all half short ton plus of him.
What happened in 2K that night?
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
Impostor apage! Ego sum verum Yorick.
Totally gobsmacked by it all
Ego cibum Yorick.
The Last Judgment by Giotto
We pay homage to this good fellow for a reason that should be self-evident as you journey forth, unless of course it's not.
Bishōjo #60
Just how did those 15 minutes of fame work out for you?
Beauteous Bobbie Bresee
Who's your daddy?
Sophie redux
Sophie et Bishōjo #61 superbi sunt ad praesens Adria et Helena.
Fore!
The Laird of Boleskine
Le Pape Formose Et Etienne VII depicts the Cadaver Synod, the ecclesiastical trial during January 897 of the exhumed corpse of Pope Formosus (who had been dead since the previous April) in Rome's Basilica of St. John Lateran. It was conducted by Pope Stephen VI, successor to Formosus' successor Pope Boniface VI (whose 15 month reign ended when he died either of the gout or poison). Stephen accused the late Formosus of transmigrating sees in violation of canon law, perjury and serving as a bishop while a layman. Not surprisingly found guilty, the body was stripped of papal vestments, the three fingers of its right hand used in life to give blessings cut off, then tied to weights and cast into the Tiber River. Eventually washing ashore, rumor had it performing miracles posthumously. This macabre spectacle turned Romans against Stephen, who was deposed, imprisoned and strangled to death that August. Dominus vobiscum.
entertainment, are not very cell phone friendly. Use a real computer - that's how God intended them to be inspected. So get to it already!
Marienkäfer, Marienkäfer fliegen weg nach Hause.
The 52nd - Bronx cop shop on Webster Avenue by Mosholu Parkway
Bishōjo #59
But I got next dibs.
Zozo?
Vocatur ad iudicium Dei
Amicus in necessitate est amicus quidem.
Bishōjo #64
Pumpkinhead in the house
Say what?
Cluaran, suaicheantas na h-Alba bho Blàr Largs air Linne Chluaidh ann an 1263
Mr. Monster
When is a door not a door? When it is ajar.
Ein schöner Blumenstrauß für Ihren Bescheidenen Webmeister von einem Marienkäfer
You were warned.
Old Croton Aqueduct, Irvington NY
Girls Love School
Not Bishōjo #65
Sophie unum tempus
Wer ist mein Vati?
What's wrong with this picture?
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Pelagus platea apud diebus abiit per
Ich brauchte nur einen.
下一道菜是穿山甲汤。
Ridden hard and put up wet
A bartender works behind the wood, behind the mahogany or behind the stick, the last referring to the tap lever used to draw draft beer. Wherever you work you are behind the stick, whether there actually is one or not.
Final preparations for a long pig roast
Все что я вижу, я повелеваю.
A life ill-lived, revealed in oil.
Offensichtlich ich muss Yorick sein, als die anderen sind viel zu hässlich.
Flora Colossus
Quid bonum est Quadraginta Secunda Platea sine Nat Sherman?
Vaffanculo!
Legal boilerplate: neither copyright infringement nor the harming of animals was intended in the assemblage of this hodgepodge.
Pictis domina est in domo.
Landscape & Seascape
Tu si animum ego habere bibendum dum nos loqui?
Der Orangensaft-Mann
She's not Alice, and that's not a rabbit hole. The putrefied pontiff holds the tale.
Brundlefly shedding the last vestiges of Seth.
Simply abominable
They call me Mr. Bingle!
Krampus kommt für dich, ungezogener Junge!
Ipse dilexit parum puellis.
Hangin' around the wrong crowd
Unum diem veniam enim tuus etiam.
Grappa, Italian moonshine
The Scream by Edvard Munch
Мертвый Вождь
Lügner, Lügner, Hosen auf Feuer! Ich bin der echte Yorick, und lass das sein das Letzte Wort. Sind wir klar?
Ab Hoc Ad Quod
Devilry afoot!
Gratias tibi Paola enim ambulantes hoc modo.
Pouvez-vous deviner pourquoi je suis si populaire auprès des dames?
Quinque spectat apud Eva
Michaelis, ego praesumere?
Der Bananen-Brüder
Nulla piscis cauda pro hoc syreni, et melius nos pro eo.
Heu, pauper Yorick, ego nesciebam eum, Horatio.
Another portrait by Joe Coleman
Warum bekommt die Dame oben den ganzen Spaß zu haben?
Psyche dicit ego festo in iuvenes et bibere Alba Petra nitri.
Hallo Bierhallen-Kuhmädchen, wer darf als nächstes reiten, und ich meine nicht den ficken Stier?
Rosa alio nomine esset odor sicut dulce.
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Hat er komisch schmecken?
He preferred the party of Old Hickory.
Der Süden wird wieder auferstehen!
Schade dass er stattdessen nicht zur Kunstschule ging.
Hotsy-Totsy Hot To Trot
The Hermits of Harlem
He amazingly laid bare all manner of bamboozlement, bunco, chicanery, flimflam, flummery, humbuggery, mountebankery, pettifoggery and quacksalvery.
Come see about me. I won't disappoint.
The Rock of Mosholu- was the stone throne a volcano in another age of an earlier epoch during a preceding period from some era that came before this eon?
We sure beat some RSS feed.
Der erste Kaiser des Zweiten Reiches
No, I'm not Eddie Munster, and that might just be too damned bad for you.
Via Ad Infernum ex Psalterio Winchester manuscripto
Der Perfekte Narr
The Nature Boy Buddy Rogers
Dastardly deeds will be avenged.
Dearly Beloved Reader, please note these pages, presented here for your
Stacy ist nicht mehr die Großmutter deines Vaters.
Ist sie überprüfen dich heraus und mag was sie sieht? Zweifelhaft.
The Laws of Madness
I'm getting smarter, I finally punched something that couldn't sue me.
Devil in the White City
Die Zeit ist gekommen um von vielen Dingen zu sprechen.
A portrait by Joe Coleman
Hier ist jeder Tag Silvester.
Bishōjo #62 & Bishōjo #53
Ich war besser als du.
It's called gravity.
We have twelve days to celebrate Yuletide, ho ho!
Firma et rotunda sicut cucurbita
Martin Bergen was a catcher for the Boston Beaneaters from 1896 to 1899, helping them win the National League pennant in 1897 and 1898. In 1900 he murdered his wife, six year old daughter and three year old son with an axe. Using a straight edge razor, he then cut his throat with such force to almost behead himself. Bergen received one vote for the Hall of Fame in 1937 and another in 1938.
It doesn't need more salt, bitch!
Are we there yet?
Bravo Humble Webmaster!
I never do either.
Eine gesunder Träger
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Please loose the fishnet.
Gib mir drei Schüsse.
A hotel In California, the real Overlook
Vos potest reprehendo ex quisquam tu sicut sed potest numquam relinquere.
Your Humble Webmaster, who stopped making sense long ago and has far too much time on his hands now, bids you welcome.
Acing that hula hoop
Nein, Ich aß ihm.
Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade
Il faut que je fasse la baiser de cette belle femme.
Questus eam cerebra futui ex per Invisibilia Hominis vel Spiritus Sanctus vel Petrus Secundus Divinus Incubus
Who else be sleeping in my bed?
Je fais en effet!
The doctor will see you now.
Salve te dulcis iuvenis res
Nur ein weiteres hübsches Gesicht
A mulligan would've been nice.
A very stable genius and his baby girl
Vajankles - words fail.
Vincent ut Oscar
Отец Григорий говорит: благослови нас Бог, каждый!
Alius Salome, et ideo aliud caput debet esse comparatae
By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes.
The ink just be gravy on this Georgia Peach.
Just Enough Room (a.k.a. Hub) Island in the St. Lawrence River between Canada and NY
Spinnenmädchen
The Fifth Beatle
Ebbene Jucundum
Able was I ere I saw Elba.
Das kann nicht gut sein.
I am down on whores and shant quit ripping them.
Est certe non est aequum. Volo quidam illius etiam!
Anybody see my braffin?