You can go to their site and literally manufacture a band, which will then help you manufacture a song. So far as I can tell, you can’t save your creation.
One would suspect that senor freako was gay and looking for young boys to fly off to Never-Never Land with him, but he’s not. He’s looking for Tinkerbell.
Hoot Island is certainly an oddity. No, this isn’t a fetish site. It’s basically devoted to pictorials of young nubiles disrobing while in the act of laughing.
Realize what you’re really looking at, and the number of hits this site gets, you’ll not have to guess if the path to hell is truly paved with good intentions.
Can you tell the difference between Chinese, Korean, and Japanese? A Chinese friend explained the differences to me once. I bombed the test spectacularly.
In keeping with things unusual for hip rockers and metalhedz: thinkgeek.com. All the products you’ll need to live a proper reclusive and abnormal lifestyle.
Orgasm Girl offers hours of frustrating joy for anyone willing to try their hand (ahem) at pleasuring one of the cutely drawn girls while they are sleeping.
Republican or Democrat, the level of sniping has reached the dignified stature of two sweaty, snot-nosed kids arguing over whose Dad can beat up whose.
They’re a running gag in some Internet circles, a trio of hysterically deluded Middle Class white kids who have earned a reputation as, uh, “Straight Ballerz.”
A site devoted to the act of bowel evacuation. Whether it be etiquette concerning pooping in public places, or one of the many “Stories About Poop,” down to the user commentary, this place is all about the straight shit.
For the Web-impaired, there have been sweaty geeks pasting hot actresses’ faces on the nude bodies of not-so-well-known women, resulting in occasionally impressive, but more often than not laughable, fake “nudes.”
The Vatican does not, in fact, have the largest collection of pornography in the world. Marilyn Chambers did, however, appear on the Ivory Snow box. Learn something new every day.
Skinny, jailbait-looking girls (twins, no less!) dressing in as little as they can get away with and singing about sex (their debut single was called “Touch My Bum”).
Badger Badger Badger is one of those completely nonsensical things that sticks in your head, despite your best efforts to dislodge it with cheesy ’80s pop songs, narcotics, or, failing that, pliers.