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June 25, 2009
Young Brettcajun
Posted by durban bud at June 25, 2009 1:38 PM
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Here's what I believe: Those blue gloves don't go with that ensemble.
Now I must go drive railroad spikes into my ear drums.
Posted by: joe at June 25, 2009 1:52 PM
That was more painful than a broken heart.
Posted by: rusty, out on the factory flr. at June 25, 2009 2:20 PM
CRACKING KNUCKLES. Ahem... I am so gonna sleep with your pool boy. Carlos will be saying... TJ who?
Posted by: brettcajun at June 25, 2009 3:36 PM
Another future masc. musc. bud for you.
Posted by: Boomer at June 25, 2009 3:50 PM
Oh dear lord... I could not watch the whole thing... but I am cracking up...
Posted by: Kelly at June 25, 2009 5:39 PM
Brett claims that he can't sing, now I know the truth.
Posted by: homer at June 25, 2009 6:02 PM
That was...wow...I saw a cat rip apart a squirrel from my balcony this morning...this was sorta up there with that, if not a couple of steps beyond.
Posted by: scb at June 26, 2009 8:46 AM
That is so fucking funny!
You have an amazing ear and eye for mockery and picking out those subtle (or not so subtle) details that most people never question, but once put in a new light ("good stuff!") by you, it's hard to ever hear or see them again without cracking the hell up.
Awesome---
Posted by: White Sands at June 26, 2009 10:06 AM
oh dear god...
Posted by: Mark in DE at June 26, 2009 1:33 PM
No way could he be a young Brettcajun. He's just too simply awful, unlike sweet adorable Brett.
Posted by: Kevin at June 26, 2009 4:22 PM
Thank you Kevin! TJ's hearing must be going along with his eyesight. Next comes his ability to stay erect. Tsk. Tsk.
Posted by: brettcajun at June 26, 2009 7:18 PM
I can't tell whether you or Brett posted first, but -- as much as it pains me to say this -- you won. And it's not even close.
Posted by: TED at June 26, 2009 7:59 PM
Brett: Sorry, I (poolboy) don't do superficial midgets... I apologize...
Posted by: PoolBoy at June 28, 2009 9:58 AM
We are the same height you fucking whore.
Posted by: brettcajun at June 29, 2009 12:47 AM
Brett: No, we are not - you are wayyyy shorter. Sorry to break you the news.
DB: Looks like Daddy needs to step in. Play nice, kids. You're both too pretty to risk losing a nail over this.
Posted by: Poolboy_that_doesnt_do_plastic_midgets at June 29, 2009 5:15 PM
Um, is this National Grotesque Week? The song made me:
:-Q*******
And that clown face creature in the upper right corner of the blog made me:
:-Q*******
But I did hear former US National Security Advisor Zbingniew Kazimierz Brzezinski verbally kick the Bush League/Neo-Con-Job/Kristol Kult of Krazies right in the nuts tonight on Charlie Rose. It's like the sun coming out after nuclear winter.
\(^_^)/
I can breathe again.
;-D
Posted by: Derek at June 30, 2009 12:09 AM
I think you should give us each a spanking TJ... (with Rob's permission). If you don't mind, I would like to pick out the branch you'll use on Pool Boy.
Posted by: brettcajun at June 30, 2009 10:19 AM
I hate it when my sexually ambiguous livery driver sings. Hate it!
Posted by: Blobby at July 4, 2009 8:01 AM
My God. It's uncanny!
Posted by: cb at July 5, 2009 10:54 AM