Bloggy Smloggy 25

Intro

I thought I would get sentimental.  Here's me being sentimental.  A lot of people think I'm about farts and boners.  But naked guy has a heart too.  I'm sensitive as well.  Here's my take on love part 1.  Look for more love advice in upcoming blogs.

What Love Is

People never ask me what love is about but I'll tell you what I think love is. You know how you can tell if you really love a girl. That is if you can talk to her for more than 1 hour on the phone without getting annoyed. Like the conversation feels like 15 minutes but its been hours. That's love folks. That's love...

Dingle Berries Revisted

My underwear is getting browner and browner. I don't think that shower trick is working to get dingle berry free anymore. Read Bloggy Smloggy 11, the article about the spread eagle, then you'll know what I'm talking about. There's got to better way to excavate those dingle berries. I need to make some kind of rake or plow, to ride those god awful berries. I think, I've found a solution. It involves a sponge, a sham wow, and Brillo pad. Any of those objects would work. You just need to get in there and floss away, just as if you were flossing your teeth.  You need to violently wipe though, none of those light baby swipe wipes.  I'm talking about a a good "Paul Bunyan Man Wipe".  Get up in there and wreak havoc!

Yeah, I'm Thick

Sometimes, I look in the mirror, and just stare at my big butt and think, “man I would hit that”. Seriously, I got dumps. I got a thick back side. It's so juicy and scrumptious. I mean I would “hit me”. Every time I look at my butt, I would tell my friends, “yeah I hit that”. They would give me high fives and say, “yeah you sure hit that, I wish I could hit that”. Man its a curse and a blessing, this big thick dunk of mine. Get at me, you ain't thicker than me!!! I'll skip on a ho that thinks they thicker than me. We can have a thick contest. Shoot, like my brother once said, “your thicker than 90% of girls in milwaukee”. I'm taking that to the grave. You can write it on my tombstone. Here lies the thickest white dude. I'm snapping right now. Don't hate on my thick booty of mine. Ya'll Hatin... Stop Hating Haters!

Hating on my Hate

You ever hate on a friend, like they deserved to be hated on, and then in turn someone else hated on your hate thus becoming a hater. Ain't that some ish. I mean I hate, but in the kindest kind of way. I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, I'll just point out one of your flaws to make my self feel better. I dislike something but not hate something, so call me a dis liker. “Man, your a disliker” “Why you always disliking?” Hate means to feel intense or passionate dislike for someone. That's what the dictionary says. Man if you hate, you got some issues. Don't hate on my hate! Don't detest my detesting! Don't despise my despising! Don't loathe my loathing! You heard! Recognize haters, don't hate on my hate.

Pa Pa

I posted a facebook update saying “Can't wait for Polish Fest. There I will find my Polish Father”. After 2 minutes someone liked that comment. I'm glad someone liked that the fact that I have estranged father that quickly.

My Wonderful Weekend

Fish Fry/Podcast, BBQ, & A Taste of Chicago

June 24-26^th, 2011

Fish Fry/Podcast Friday June 24^th

Went to the Italian Community Center for an all you can eat fish fry. I didn't realize fish frys could be Italian. I thought it was going to be spaghetto's with fish sticks (insert lame Italian joke here). I also didn't know you can get baked fish at fish frys now. Wouldn't that be a fish bake instead of a fish fry? The fish fry was decent as I ate 2 plates of fish. I went back to my buddy's to drink 2 Canadian Beers and do a podcast. Check out the website at www.digitalcruster.com or download it on Itunes. Search Digital Cruster. It's episode 10. It's free hoes!After the podcast, I retired to my bed. It was a early night.

DJ BBQ Party Saturday June 25^th

Went to a Family BBQ in good Ole Waukesha of one of the biggest House Dj's that Milwaukee has ever seen. House music filled the air with live DjingRumChata and another sweet liquor. Later, the host of the party, who was well in his 50s, said “she'll suck the gum off your zipper”. I can imagine she would, but I didn't want to find out. The host of the party also discussed how he put his grandaugther in a full nelson and slammed her in the counter top because she was lipping off to her mother. This guy was tough. Real Tough. He talked about fighting a lot and how he could wrestle his marine son to the ground. I stayed away from him for the rest of the day.

It was a long day so I went home built a bonfire, which apparently you can't do with sticks and shrubs from water logged trees. I don't know, I'm from the city, I'm a city boy. I was trying to get sticks and wood from a nearby ravine and look like a man. Boy, did that really backfire.

A Taste of Chicago Sunday June 26^th

Went to Chicago to visit my brother and we went to A Taste of Chicago. A Taste of Chicago is week event in which you buy food tickets and sample all the restaurants Chicago has to offer in a festival like setting. Here is rundown of food we sampled. Jerk Chicken, Curry Goat, Chicken Shiskabob, Perogies, Sausage & Italian Meat Sandwich, Samosa, Brazilian Meat. I tasted every continent in my mouth. After that we walked around Chicago and then 4 hours later we went to a BBQ joint to eat dinner. Like, I didn't have enough food to eat.

Flick a Dick

I did invent a game while in Chicago called Flick A Dick. While we were talking the “El” or city train as I like to call it. I would flick my brother's dick in a packed train car. I told him it's a new game called Flick a Dick. We played this game for a short while. I no longer like this game and no longer play it.

Free yourself of materialism and get naked! Twos...

Bloggy Smloggy 24

Kobe Who! LeBron Weak! Jordan Weak! Ya'll Busters!  JK hoes! I'm talking about Craig Ehlo, Pat Garrity, and Marty Conlon

Remember When...

I was in a R & B group in 5^th grade called “Brothas 4 Life”. We were 4 white kids at a parochial suburban catholic private school. We did a cover of “We R the World”. My line was “starving children with there rib cages pushing in”. My buddy Zach, the lead singer, made me practice every recess that one line. I pretty sure I nailed it down, hence I still remember my line. We actually had a performance in front of Sister Dorothy's class. Yes, we had a nun for a teacher who also taught us sex ed. One time she made us write in our notebook. “I have a penis”. So, we all giggled and wrote “I have a penis”. But we did a Boyz 2 Men song in front of the class. I forgot what song it was but man... we were destined for greatness in 5^th grade. A year later, two of my classmates called me a wigger. I started crying in the class room right then and there. I don't like that word and I've never used it. Well, that has been an installment of Remember When......

I almost... I almost.... got caught

I almost got caught masturbating before I went to work. My roommate was home because he had the day off. I was on my beat seat while my hand was in heavy rotation. I heard something nudge at the door. I was wondering why my roommate was trying to get in. So, I quickly ran to the door half naked. The door opened as soon as I got there. It was my roommate's frickin dog. I had my underwear in my hands to play it off as if I was changing. I told the dog to go away because obviously I didn't finish. I nervously retreated back to my beat seat and started to get things in motion. About a couple minutes later, the same thing happens again and the dog tries to come in. WTF dog? Can't you see I'm busy! This is no time to try to come in, unless you want to be comed on. I already have a c rag but I'm not going to c on you. Unless you want to be disrespected.

Babyface

I must look like a boy still. A couple days ago in the morning, as I was getting ready for work, a man had rung the door bell. I was reluctant to answer i,t since no one rings our doorbell, and if someone does it's usually someone asking for something. I answered it, my calculations were right, this man was looking for money. But this guy's age radar was off because after sizing me up he said, “Hi is your mom or dad home?” I went with it and said “no they are not home” in a soft mannered voice. He then gave me a quarter sheet of paper saying he was from a church looking for money. I was belated that this man thought I was an adolescent of some sort. My youthful looks save me again. By the way im 29.

Advertisement Really Works

There is this electronic billboard off the freeway for a radio station that always advertises its music that the radio station is currently playing. It plays all the classics from the 80s to the 90s to contemporary. Usually it says, now playing Eagles, Bon Jovi, or Rick Springfield turn to 94.5 WKTI. As I was driving by this particular time, it said "Now Playing Chumbawamba". I immediately turned the dial to 94.5 and started jamming to Chumba frickin wamba. What billboard would waste their time to advertise Chumbawomba? And what idiot would turn it on to Chumbawamba? I..guess... me. Either my taste in music sucks or I'm really lacking entertainment in my life?

My Wonderful Weekend

Beer Fest, North Ave Summer Solstice Fest & Polish Fest

Saturday June 18^th, 2011

Beer Fest 1pm-5pm

I went to beer fest with my married couple friends, a buddy, and my mom. We got tickets on Groupon for $65 for entrance in the beer fest (unlimited sampling of food & beer), a magazine subscription to Draft, a free summerfest ticket, and a 1 year membership to the Wisconsin Brewers Guild. I mean that is a deal folks. My mom actually snuck in the Beer Fest. Basically walked through the gates , given a wristband and free souvenir glass. I really couldn't get drunk at this event because I ate so much food (hot dog, shrimp crab cake, pretzel & cheese, pizza). I must've sampled over 30 different beers. Overall, it was a fun time.

My buddy's House 5pm-6pm

We played video games, ate nerds, and drank vodka redbulls which we later snuck into North Ave Summer Solstice Fest.

North Ave Summer Solstice 6pm-8pm

We just walked up and down this block party. Nothing crazy here. Just sipped on my redbull vodka the whole time while I was there. I wasn't satisfied with the night.

Back to my Buddy's House

Drank Monster Vodka drinks and played more video games. Did a couple of shots. Then went to the greatest fest in the world.

Polish Fest 9:30pm-??

Cans ??:??pm- 2:00am

Went to Cans and bought 3 $2 beers. I think the beer name was Boxer. Hey, at this point of the night. I didn't care what I was drinking.

Overall, this was a great day. I don't want to even count the amount of alcohol that was in my system that day. It was about micro brews and vodka. The only money I spent (besides the ticket to beer fest) was on a box of nerds, monster energy drink, and 3 $2 beers at Cans.

Bloggy Smloggy 23

Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!! It's a bloggy! It's a Smloggy! It's a bloggy smloggy!

I'm B A Now!

I'm so B A! Why? I go through red lights so I can feel like a criminal. I want to feel so bad @$$. I know its not the best way to feel like a thug. I mean, I'm really putting others and myself in danger. I've gone through two red lights the past week. Gosh, I'm so hardcore. I'm hard to the core, mannn. I realize I'm impressing know one though, but I'm taking baby steps to being B A.

Words of Wisdom.

I once was told by a high school friend of mine, “If a girl can't keep her socks clean, she probably can't keep her vagina clean”. Well said, well said.. old colleague of mine. So, check the socks before you do a chick.

Is it Gay?

Is it gay that I skype with a guy I know who lives in the same city as I do, not more than 8 miles away? Is it gay that we go shopping at Aldi's together as well? Is it gay that I suck his dick from time to time? Ok, the last part wasn't true but the first two sentences were.

I have a Dream

Another segment of a weird dream I have. I was in this small town candy store with a few of my buddies. The townies obviously knew we were from the "big city". They were scared of us and told us not to steal the candy. We told them we were going to pay for the candy but they didn't believe us. I realized it was a sting operation. All of a sudden the candy store owners had guns. They had blocked the door's off. My two other friends had escaped. I ran out the backdoor. Gunshots were being fired. I luckily woke up before I died. In conclusion, this mess was all over a few dollars worth of candy which I was going to buy anyway. A lot of innocent people could've been hurt over some candy cigarettes, now and laters, and some skittles. I don't understand why these candy owners were being bias towards me. Overall, I was hurt emotionally. I just wanted some candy to sweeten up my day.

Stuff My Grandma Laughs At

I was at Culvers the other day with my mom and grandma. There were two college students in the booth behind us discussing college issues (getting hammered, not studying, and sex). Judging by the looks of these two yokels they probably have never seen a beav. But, I overheard them talking about  abortion and how this girl he knew wanted to go to a clinic. College kid 1 joked to College Kid 2, “well, I told her, you should have someone push you down the stairs”. I reiterated this to my grandmother. She lol'd at the abortion joke. Good job gams.

Cuntfidence

Cuntfidence? What's is it? It's that confidence in a woman's hoo hah. But no one likes a c*nt. I don't like saying that word. It's that b*tchy arrogance that a slut has. “Look at me, you know you wanna hit this”. It's that type of mentality that cuntfidence is all about.

My Wonderful Weekend

Bachelor Party Brewers vs Cardinals

Saturday June 11, 2011

We started off the tailgate 3 hours before the first pitch which was at 6pm. To get things moving, me and a buddy who I haven't seen since my formative years, got going on some bags. We owned the “bags” or cornhole for 3 straight wins. Then 3 beers in, I started to unfocus and the demise of our legacy was depleted to that of standard high school novice bags team. The pre tailgate/bachelor party was mild and tame by my standards. No beer bongs, keg stands, or penis straws but before we left to go in the game, which we arrived 4 innings too late, I started a shotgun trend. We started to shotgun our beers. However, I realize I suck at this and should've never started it. It took me 3 attempts before I could fully down my triple hops Miller Lite. It must've been the new “taste protector lid” that locked in that great taste. Then on of the guys invented a game, which involved private parts and the bean bags. I called it penis bags in where you and your opponent face each other on opposite ends and try to hit each others' private with the bean bag. We played this game with another tailgater who was a girl. She eventually sat on the cornhole board with her legs spread eagle.

Highlights

-Ate 3 brats during the tailgate (the next day it smelled like there was a brat factory meltdown in my pants)

-As we were exiting the game me and a buddy ate some half eaten nachos in a small memborila helmet in one of the rows before we left the game. Hey, they were cold but still very delicious (the peppers on those chips were top notch).

-There was a speed pitch cage that measured how fast you threw. I topped out at 61mph with my strong hand and topped out on 48 mph with my strong hand. I'll never make the bigs. This means I could probably be in the starting rotation for a division 2 high school junior varsity team. Wait to go me!

-I took a 5 hour energy before I went to bed because someone told me you don't get hangovers the next day. Yeah they also forgot to tell you, you don't get any sleep. I had to be up the next day at 6:30am.We had a bonfire at my house post tailgate. It was just me and my roommate. We burned a lot of newspaper that night.

Digital Cruster Plug

Henze and Naked Guy have another podcast out. This time we do it sober so we try to tackle other issues instead of talking about what we usually talk about. Check it out at www.digitalcruster.com. Download the newest one. I think its podcast 8 or 9. If anyone ever want's to be on it let us know. Henze is always looking for people to interview you don't have to be unique, you can be boring if you want. So let me know or let him know. We are on facebook, so check out the digital cruster “fan” page. I had to put fan in quotations.

2's my internet friends

Bloggy Smloggy 22

Intro

It looks like the beginning of summer is here.  You know what that means 'scantily clad dressed woman' who are not scantily clad.  Yeah! Rejoice!  Tis the season of cleaving and beaving aka boobs and camel toes.  And doesn't everyone love bare back exposure.  Alrighty then....  

Cream Jeans

I know Lonely Island did that video called “jizz in my pants” which I think I may have been the founder of that. But I've come up with something different than saying jizz in your pants. The new term of busting a nut while dancing with a girl will be called “cream jeans”. For example, tonight I'm going to hit the dance floor and put on my pair of cream jeans and just cream away. I can't wait til next weekend when I hit the club and make some cream jeans.

Like Momma Always said

“if you can't afford it, abort it”

My mom has never said something like that but I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to be a grandma right now. I'm just saying, it'll probably make her feel old. I don't want to make my mom feel old. Mission Aborted

A Moment of Reflection

I'm turning 29 on June 11. It's a nude dude birthday! Yippy! It will be my last year in my 20s. I mean this is my last year of youth. My last year of living irresponsibly. My last year of freedom. I won't have excuses anymore. I'll be in my 30s. I'll be a certified old dirty man. When I hit 30, I'm dedicating my life to the American Dream. I want it all. I want stocks, IRAs, 401k. I want 2 kids, a 2 car garage, and a van with a side door that automatically opens. When I turn 30, the American Wet Dream will be an afterthought. It will be the past. Nude Dude will die and the birth of a adult will be spawned.

Butter Face?

Apparently, there is a rumor going around that I'm a butter face. Butterface means everything is good but her face. I'm not sure how, as me, being a dude and all, that I can be a butter face. I think the correct term would be a buthis face. That would make sense. Anyways, I was called a butter face by some gay dudes, not just any gay dudes, but a gang of gay dudes. Gay dudes with tiaras. This was from the same gay clan who threw a drink on me at the end of the night. Rewind 2 weeks ago when we went to Whisky Bar. I guess the guy who threw the drink on me, went by the alter ego “Madonna”. This “Madonna” character had long hair in a ponytail but resembled nothing like the talented artist. I he wanted to put a bag over my head and do me. I guess I looked good from the neck down. Fair enough I've had that fantasy. The ole bag over her face. I mean I would be perfect for a gay dude. Just think how tight I am. I am virgin to gay dudes. I'm as pure and as tight as a Jonas Brother. I guess it's a good thing I'm a butterface to the homosexual race. Hmm... but I wonder??? Do I give it up to Madonna? Skip that, he's got to work this tight lil rear!

I get's mine

After a long day of working a 12 hour stint, I was sick of taking orders and be a little minion of work. No longer did I want to be pawn in this game of life. I was tired. I was weak. In other words, I was sick of doing the grunt work and being a pee on. I have become the b*tch that does the b*tch work. Slaving away. Working for nickels and dimes. It was time now. I struck back with rage at my local grocer, when I decided to swipe a Naked Juice at the self checkout lane. My total bill was $15.00 without the purchase of the Naked Juice. I was irate that a Naked Juice cost $3.50! That would've been 20% of my bill. For an over sugared, over marketed, and over health conscious drink. There was no way in hell I was going to pay for that godd@mn drink and I didn't. I felt like I deserved to steal that Naked Juice. I felt it was owed to me because of the hard work I did that day. I stole that mother f'er and it was the best mother f'ing drink I ever drank! F U Naked Juice! Ps I enjoyed you immensely.

My Wonderful Weekend

Golf Pub Crawl ( 9 Holes Aka 9 Bars)

June 4, 2011

Went on on 9 bar (hole) crawl with about 15 people who were dressed in golf attire. However, I drifted off course and never made it to the last 2 bars. I made my own bar crawl.

Here was the course line up                          Here was my version

Hole 1: Karma                                              Karma- One Pabst for $3                                   no tip

Hole 2: Bar Louie                                         Bar Louie- 20oz Miller Lite for $3.50              50 cents tip

Hole 3: Mcgillcuddy's                                   Coyote Ugly- a $2 High Life                             no tip

Hole 4: Harp                                                 Mcgillcuddys -$4 PBR Tall Boy                        no tip

Hole 5: Molly Cool's                                    Dukes- 2 $1 Miller Lites                                    no tip

Hole 7: Old German Beer Hall                    Go back to Dukes and get 2 more Miller Lites    no tip

Hole 8 : Port of Call                                     Molly Cool”s- Meet a guy named Tim, he buys me Fat Tire

Hole 9: Rock Bottom Brewery                    Old German Beer Hall- Do a shot ski                  no tip

                                                                     Milwaukee Brat House- My buddy buys me a drink

                                                                     Brothers-I get no drink

                                                                     Dukes- I buy a round of 4 beers for $4.                no tip

                                                                     Bad Genie Rock Lounge- I drink water               no tip

Summary

-I ended up tipping a total of 50 cents during the 10+ bars we went to. I spent a total of $18.50 .

-I also ate leftover already eaten chicken wings from a buddy. There's always some leftover chicken on a chicken wing bone. You just got to suck those wings down. I guess they weren't really leftovers. Leftovers are usually food that is not already eaten. I was eating more of the scraps. Something you give to a dog.

-Playing butt quarters at Bar Louie. This game entails shoving a quarter up you butt crack through your pants and walking over to a glass full of beer. Whoever drops the quarter in the glass gets to tell the other person to drink it. I lost the first round and had to drink this beer that was tainted with booty shorts stench. But I came back with a fury and dropped 2 quarters from my quenched butthole into the pilsner glass. I was the butt quarters champion!!!

-Later in the day we met a guy named Tim who bought us drinks. Tim was in his 60s, not only did he buy us drinks but he also bought us chicken wings. I liked Tim. Tim was never married and he is currently retired as he resides in Glendale.

Twos.....

Bloggy Smloggy 21

Intro

I never know what to write here.  It's whatever comes to my mind.  Right now I'm shooting blanks.

What are Seamen Tears?

I wrote “seamen tears” on a note to myself and pondered on what it meant. I'm not sure what “seamen tears” was supposed to mean.  Here are some thoughts of seamen tears could mean.  It could be of a sad man pleasuring himself. Or it could be of a man who found the greatest porn of all time and he was so belated that he started crying. There were of tears of joy, they were seamen tears. Maybe it could mean that everytime you masterbate, your dick is so depressed that you never get laid and instead of cumming, it's really tears that's coming from your penis not seamen. So, there you have it. I explained what seamen tears means. I hope you find this article somewhat useful.

My Wonderful Weekend

Friday Chill Nights with a guy named Stephanie

Friday May 27

Me and my buddy Stephanie go out Friday's and chill drink. Chill drinking is having no more than 4 beers a night. It's that mid range jumper in the game of basketball. This Friday Night took us to Trinity, an Irish bar. We posted up at a table at 10:30 for about 3 hours analyzing the girls that walked passed us to see if they made eye contact. We have a system in place to see if chicks would smile at us, give us a double take, or use any kind of body language to see if they showed interest. We even took in consideration which way there body was facing and their promixty to us. We have developed a very intricate program to see if any chicks were checking us out. It turned out, we were doing the creeping and stalking that night. He ended up talking to a lawyer, a doctor in training, and ended up giving his phone number on a napkin to the waitress. I ended up talking to a girl who had slight moustache. Stephanie has a better mid range jumper than I do apparently. Oh yeah, at the end of the night, we see a couple of acquaintances who buy us three shots (jaeger, ketel one vodka, and a cinnamon toast crunch shot). We end up doing these in 15 minutes before we leave. Oh well, for chill night.

Nude Dude Learns How to Salsa

Saturday May 28

Went to a girl's going away party at The Wherehouse. It's a salsa club. There was a $10 cover but I sneaked my way in. Karma hit me hard later that night as I lost $20. But don't think nude dude was going out like a punk. You know I had that flask tucked away in my sports coat. They had free salsa lessons before the night started, so I learned the basic steps. Who cares about the salsa lessons lets get back to getting drunk. I feel like the better I dress the drunker I can get. I can get 'assuming drunk' when I dress nice because the bouncer will be like, “This guy is not drunk. He's in a sport coat. He has a collard shirt and a nice belt. There is no way this guy didn't pay cover, sneak in a flask, and touch women inapropriatly ”. So I order 2 sodas at $2 a piece and act unassuming drunk. I was given a number that night which was kinda of cool by a 22 year old. It was her birthday, she was with her parents, and it was the first time she said she's ever been out. We danced for about 15 minutes as her parents watched us from a distance. I'm glad I was part of her first bar experience. The night didn't stop there. My friend (a guy named Stephanie) picked me up from the club and we went to Flannery's. Why do I always end up at Irish bars? I knew the bar back (long hair Tony) he hooks me with a rum and coke. I should've asked for a coke, he made it pretty strong. I wasn't pleased with the drink and went to the bathroom and made it even stronger with the rest of the rum in my flask. I get back to the table we were chilling out at and I find a nice little shot waiting for me. Gulp, it's gone, now i'm back to my rum downed drink (think watered down drink). It's dance time! I hit the dance floor and grind with as many chicks as possible. I'm getting boners left and right! I can't keep up with all the boners I'm getting. Thick chicks are backing me up in the 3 point stance. This one chick is making out with me with her tailgate breath consisting of brats, mike hard lemonade, jello shots, and miller lite. It's gross and she eventually diappears. I have had enough of the night. I go home but realize I left my keys at my buddy's house. I have to crawl in my bedroom window. Good night

Origin of Poon Platoon 

I'm not sure if I mentioned the Poon Platoon but if I didn't here it is. The Poon Platoon was established in the Fall of 2010 by a few buddies of mine dedicated to the art of getting laid. The Poon Platoon however, hasn't had a really successful run. One of the members is married, one's does podcasts, and the other is a creeper (me). The Poon Platoon will see it's glory like the pyramids of Egypt and the rise of Rome one day. I've developed some Poon Platoon tips to help my pathetic friends get laid. Here's the Poon Platoon tip of the week from nude dude.

Poon Platoon Tip of the Week

The Old Expired Condom Gag

I always take an expired condom when I go out because if I ever have a one night stand, I can be like, “yeah, I have a condom” but then act surprised it's expired and won't work. Then I'll have to explain to her that we can't use this expired condom because it won't work. I guess I'll just do you with no rubber, woes me.  Works everytime. 

How to Not Pick Up Dog Poop

I never and I mean never, pick up my dog's poop when I take my mom's dog for a walk. He has been dropping fatties all over the eastside. The trick is while your dog is pooping, walk over to said spot, bend down, and look at the ground. Then yell to yourself, “Oh nothing to see here. It looks he didn't go”. Then, quickly make a run for it. Recently, my mom's dog dropped a juicy K9 turd on University of Wisconsin Milwaukee. Good Boy!!!!

Digital Cruster Podcast 8

If you want more filth go to www.digitalcruster.com and upload the new digital cruster podcast 8.  Or you can find it on itunes and become a subscriber.  It's Free Filth what more do you sickos want than free!!!!!   It features Henze Bomb and Naked Guy along with Nik and a interview with Sam Thompson, indie film maker, who once ate cereal out of his chest divot.

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