SKIRMISHER

When the ball connected with the paddle, the feet lifted slightly off the sand and the garlic-scented scrotum jiggled upward, bouncing briefly between both the pimply buttocks and the vinegary penis. Who’s hungry?
Who the corndog does this dude think he is, Vernon Koekoemoer?
shamelessly borrowed from
{Mad: Something smells funny back here}

With passion, of course.
Lily McElroy’s “I Throw Myself At Men” (below) and “Locations” (bottom).
I can try to explain these, but why?

More pics after the jump.

Lily McElroy site
{Mad: The night Sony outsold itself}

The RoboCup Soccer Competition has a new category — nanobots.
Each smaller than a grain of salt but no less able than their normal-sized counterparts, the football-kicking nanorobots will compete in three events: the 2-millimeter Dash, the Slalom Drill, and the Ball-handling Drill. They are controlled remotely and use magnetic fields or electrical impulses sent across […]

Something tells us he’d be standing there for a very long time.
Love the ax, though.

{Mad: Behold the planet’s most dangerous man}

Lucy McRae and Bart Hess use globules of foam and asymmetric spines to create “fascinating and repugnant” images. Their website is cool, too, of morphing faces excite you.

{Mad: Have your own friendly Palestinian vandal}

Doctors are calling Val Thomas a medical miracle. They said they can’t explain how she is alive.
They said Thomas suffered two heart attacks and had no brain waves for more than 17 hours. At about 1:30 a.m. Saturday, her heart stopped and she had no pulse. A respiratory machine kept her breathing and rigor mortis […]

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{Essentials: Tell grandma how much you love her; give her Vibrating Panties today!}

THAT is what we’re motherfucking talking about.

{Mad: The rejected Penthouse letters}