Is It In Yet? - Feeding The Problem

The margo glass is her b-hole, the skraws her pubes, guess what the Corona is?

     Like your period after that late night trip to the back-alley behind pizza hut next to that frat house, I took some time off (a month to be exact), but like that rash on your cooch after that early morning trip to the front of that herpes dick; I may go away, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna come back when you least expect it.  So face it, Lil' Baconators, there's no getting rid of me forever.  

     Those lovely sentiments aside, allow me to get back to bidness and bring you a brand new spankin' Is It In Yet? post to start off the relaunch of the Shamblette's.  But be warned, my month off has only made me more shambled, so if you're ready to read, I'm ready to feed... your eye parts with hilarity...

Is It In Yet? - Literally Dropping Pounds

Why is that plate still on the table, U fuqin' idiot?!  Ooh pasta!

     You may have noticed I've been posting a LOT less these days, well get over it like Miracle herpes because that's just how it's gonna be since I'm suuuper busy eating and not moving from the couch these days.  Quality over quantittays, Hobags.  On a less "what an asshole" note, Summer's over and we don't have to suck it in and layer up to cover the fat rolls of shame anymore.  However now it's approaching the end of year lardass holiday season and with all the tra-la-la-la-las and Gobble Gobble's that come with the holidays comes lots of nomminig and getting fat.  Fortunately I'm here to peep you in on the latest craze I've discovered in a vision of carbs that'll help you eat everything not nailed down while also keeping your middle rolls to a minimum...

Is It In Yet? - Racebook

Open up, this hand needs a tan (Gross Poop Joke Shambles).

     Yo Yo Hobags, slut-rods, and little Baconators (like little Monsters but not, get it?).  The preceeding lameness aside, it is once again I, Adrian Grenadine: master of Shambles and bacon, here to bring you another edition of Is It In Yet?.  I hope your back-shoots are puckered and ready for insertion because this time, we're throwing out all the Depends undergarments and bringing some Suri-Cruise-ious issues to the snack covered table.  If you're easily offended, look the other way and get the hell off my site, we don't take kindly to your types 'round here... but if you don't mind a little harmless racism chat, then click on that "read more" link and get your ass in here A-Stat!...

Is it in yet? Well... it's definitely on my finger

Unless of male origin or attached to Noel Kahn

     Bling bling, Bitches... back from the archives to bring another edition of Is It In Yet?  This time we got some extra faboosh fashions to rock your infected socks off.  So grab that jew-elry coochie box, break out the anti-itch cream, and click on in here to see what new accessory to Shambles we're trying to get out into the multiverse.  But we warned... some folks aren't ready for all the nasty fabulosity this week's topic may possess...

Is it in yet? Cuz I'm good with just the head

And now here's Tammy with the Crazy... thanks Bill

     Ok, kids... this might not be the most exciting or fascinating feature here at The Shamblette's Blog, but dear Lord if I'm not trying to fight off a semi just thinking about this week's topic.  I won't spoil it before the jump, but I'm offended that this one didn't come to me in a vision of truth sooner.  Fellow Shamblette Jem can contest that I've been a fan of this look for years, (seriously, text your bitches, this shit makes a mare look ten times more awesome)... but never before has it occurred to me that a man could rock said-look too.  What could it be that's so ahead (clue) of fashion that it took me years to realize it's brilliance?  Well, it's...

Is it in yet? -- Poop Purses

I'll take that as a yes

     Hey kids, this little gem is a recurring post I'll have about fashions!  Anyone who knows me knows that other than what I learn from watching Project Runway (still bitter), this and this and this are fashion to me.  But I thought I'd go out on a limb and combine my lack of fashion sense with my powers of evil and predict the next big thing that needs to hit stores.  So here goes...