Showing posts with label dirty talk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirty talk. Show all posts

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Design Poach #3: Everything's dirt

what's clean?
What: A (misguided? defo biased) guide to eating. For the record, I'm steering clear of steer and fowl and bacon-balls and (doy) varmints these daze. It feels great.
Stolen from: The incomparable, erudite and often hilarious infinite thØught

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Genius Marketing #9: U by Kotex


"You've only got one." ...beaver. Yup, ladies. The Australians push the envelope by giving not just a "dirty" name to a private part but by embodying such name as a puppet. Guess they're not too far from where this was made; so it makes some sense. --RWK [via copyranter]

Friday, February 15, 2008

Encounter #54: Je veux te voir. (More Yelle-ing)


You're right, girl, I do take the subway all the time. I don't want know no Hummer. And the only "video pornographique" you get to see me in, girl, is the one we make "ensemble." (Where T-Pain talks money, she talks dirty. Read along! Get big!) --RWK

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Encounter #52: Her daily routine.

My friend Willie just sent me the link. I think it's best you simply watch this, without me explaining much. All you need to know is this is a short film that played at Slamdance (among other Festivals) about a 60-something grandmother who works as a sex phone operator. She has many voices, and, yes, a dirty mouth. I don't blame you for turning it off but do yourself a favor and try to stick it out. Its length works in its favor, as a matter of fact. But I'll shut up and let you WATCH. --RWK

Sorry to bump Kanye down a spot, but, shit, man.