Yes, it’s been seven days. No, we haven’t been playing with the calendar or the clocks. No, we cannot skip a week for good behavior.
This week’s featured model is Ada Mae Luella, which everyone agrees has to be a southern name, because southerners like to hear themselves talk that’s why, “damn,” can actually be three syllables. We’re
You tell us, which is most horrid: The dread of the impending Profiles post, or the content that exceeds your worst imagination?
Doesn’t matter, really – we only ask to try and sound like we care. Today we meet the lovely and talented Zlatina: singer, dancer, actress, writer, and budding politician, along with her husband Wyeduck, who’s had a small part in two bombed
Now, at least, the numbers are back where they’re supposed to be, and should remain that way provided The Manatee doesn’t show up again. This week we get to meet Boaz, which is a feat in itself since Boaz is goddamn sick and tired of fame already
Yes, we’ve passed the halfway mark, but there’s still a lot more to go and no sign that actual humor might make the briefest appearance, much like Jimmy Fallon and just as unashamed and oblivious. This week we see Prudence in the profile pic for her OnlyFannies account, and you can interpret that in the American or British way – doesn’t matter, both accurate.
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Rumor has it that the person who usually does these profiles is currently on hour 14 of a 1 hour escape room. He is shouting through the door to the now empty lobby that “I’ve almost got it!” And “NO HINTS!”. That person should be back for the next Profile in Nature. It has fallen to me to perform this task. You’d think that I would know something about nature – or
This week we’re meeting Telemachus, just discovering that if you run into a door and you’re covered with spikes, this really hurts. Telemachus wants to be one of the top stuntcaterpillars in the business, and since there are presently no stuntcaterpillars in the business (this being Busby’s Budget Bookbindery in Brisbane,) he’s got both ends of that
Let’s face it, anyone can handle ‘Talk Like a Pirate Day,’ especially when we have no actual idea how pirates spoke, except that it was likely no different from how anyone else talked at the time, save for, “I am the captain now.” But tomorrow, July 6th, is for those capable of truly embracing a holiday, because it’s Walk Like an Orangutan
Even when we were out of the state, the Profiles continued, so all hope of escape is lost – deal with it. This week we present Vigdis, a staunch advocate for hemp and CBD and suchlike products because she lacks the ability to comprehend anything of real interest. She also feels that her eyes are too close together, but this may be because she was adopted by hammerhead
… so we bid June adieu, toodle-oo, and get lost ya bum with the month-end abstracts. Yes, that’s right, plural. Three, even. Two of which are remarkably similar though, so be appeased by that. Or whatever.
Our first comes from Jordan Lake, a bit south of Walkabout Studios here in North Carolina, during a sunrise outing. The sky was a little too clear for optimal colors,
It’s Pride Month, isn’t it? Okay, then.
This week we have Haafiza and Waldwick, Haafiza showing some suspicion of why Waldwick was out so late. Their’s is one of those celebrity romances that usually last about a year and a half. They met 17 months ago on the set of Second Breakfast at Tiffany’s, the upcoming film about a hobbit that seeks to culturize a collection