Like I said before. It is time for me to take my latex fetishes and furry orgy requests to carrier pigeon. The days of the Wild Wild Internet (if it ever truly existed) is certainly fading with stunning alacrity. Today the House passed CISPA by a considerable amount, and now it is up to Barry Obama to strike the son of a bitch down. (But let’s be honest, the death of Internet freedom is being shoved down our throat no matter how much we gag.)
I can already hear the cheesed-off dork faces that populate the creamier nerd places that I like to frequent. They are aghast at this latest reveal surrounding Man of Steel. They cannot – will not – accept a world in which such a deviation from the salted corpse of status quo is allowed. Me? I dig it.
Real talk, and I can’t help it: Anne Hathaway in the Catwoman suit was a glorious addition to my spank-tank last year. There’s just something sultry as fuck about it. Plus I have a latex fetish that has me dry-humping spatulas and shit. So whatever. But…where was I? Oh yes, this same Anne Hathaway has been cast in Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar. Far out.
SFW? NSFW? Ain’t nobody nude. But still. All that childhood. Wrapped in latex. This makes perfect sense to me, but I was also in a collision today.
Black Cat continues to make Peter Parker look like a chump for continually swooning for Mary Jane Blahson. See what I did there? Blahson, because she bores me.
Glory, glory, glory be to the combination of Mary Jane Watson and latex.
How do you push systems? You find exclusives to make the gamers gooey groined. There are few things that make my crotch self-slather like a woman in glasses, clad in latex, killing things. Oh Nintendo, you know my weakness.
It’s Friday. Friday! Short week, and now its ending. So no one, no one will blame you for retiring to the rest room for a few moments after viewing this wondrous Black Widow cosplay. You earned it, folks. You earned it.
New images from Dark Knight Rises! Aw yeah. Bane’s mask up-close, and Anne Hathaway all done up in latex and daring my Johnson not to move.
Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on with this advertisement. I know that they’re further sexualizing the already sexy in an innocent way T-Mobile girl. I know I should probably be uncool with that. I don’t care. Latex. Leather. Pleather. Whatever. Once you strap it on, I lose my cool.
Hit the jump to check out the ad for…something. I forget what.
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