Project Runway Redux - Manboobs By Gayz

The Verdict is in: Those 90's mom Jeans are atrosh, Mikey Kors.

      Lotta' talk about tittays this week, and no one seemed to appreciate it.  But like sports in a gay bar, the sound of crickets will overrun the boob talk so I'm not gonna pussyfoot around with the lane ass zingers... instead I'll jump right into the Redux that (like Joshua's megabrows) only two people care about.

     As always though, be warned... there be spoilers about who won, and who went home this week (at the end of the post in the SPOILER ZONE), so don't say I didn't warn you like that one time you tried to tie a sugardick to your face and call it sweet tea bagging (this bitch has lost his mind Shambles)... NTWayz, if you read something you didn't want to know, it's not my fault.  Now on to that Refux...

Top Model Redux: Eunita Cheeseburger

Crazy bitch alert!  Yoo gonna finish that?

     Hey sluts and skinny bitches, master Grenadine is here with a new set of recaps just for you and your fat relatives.  That's right, Lil' Baconators, Top Model is back and that means more crazy bitches, more people who need a bite to eat (Eunita Cheeseburger, get it?), and more drama than a gay bar with a NO LADY GAGA policy (Gay Hatesplosion Shambles).  So stick those fingers down your throat, pull out your best smize for the camz, and let's get to the Reduxin before someone decides to keep their food down...

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...

TB Redux: Happy Samhaimween Finale Time!

And cry bacon flavored tears for two of said dead.

     Ok, firsty all, this edition is mad spoiler filled, so if you haven't seen the finale (like unsaturated fats) get the hell away from me until you have.

     Aight, with that outta the way, a lot of shit went down in the finale.  I feel like I'm back at church camp and the counsilors gave us the bug juice.  Everyone guard your a-hole, cuz some mad shit is about to enter your body parts, and this time it's not attached to father Dickerson.  We got two evil bitches coming back to reap hell next season.  We got two forms of useless dead, one form of awesome dead (RIP bitch), and another form of used to be awesome but lost some of her spunk in recent seasons due to awful shit, but I hope on my double-chunk middle roll that she'll be back next season in ghost form.

     Now, before I reveal too much pre the jump, let's get into the itty bitty titty nitty gritty of this week's awesome Suckmahjuicyween finale (Halloween pun Shambles) before I start killing cute stuff in celebration anger from what happened...

Project Runway Redux - Fivegy Of Death

His dix in my hand, even though my arms are crossed. (WTF Shamz)

     Make it jerk, Designers (not so subtle handjob reference Shambles).  Wasn't no post yesterday, and no one sent me hate-burgerz in the mail.  But I'm black today with the ole' faithful Project Runway Redux that all one of you look forward to.  So let's just hang up our hangers, pleat out those gauchos, and get to it cuz like my period, better late than never on this redux.
     As always though, be warned... there be spoilers about who won, and who went home this week (at the end of the post in the SPOILER ZONE), so don't say I didn't warn you like that one time you tried to shove a live cat up your ass and call it boi-pussay (gaywad went too far Shambles)... NTWayz, if you read something you didn't want to know, it's not my fault.  Now on to that Refux...

Shambletorial: Peeps I'd Make a Sex Tape With

And you'll die 7 days later.

     That sound you hear is me getting excited.  True it's short and recurring, but a good Herpes Post can (like its namesake) last a lifetime.  Unfortunatly this Herpes Post got upgraded to full blown AIDS a Shambletorial because, If the title of this post wasn't obvious enough, I'm bringin' the hobag with this little ditty about people I'd say "yes preez" to if they were like, "let's bone and I'mma tape it", so clearly I've got a lot to say on the topic.  Now pop on in here, push play, and try to get that money shot in focus cuz it's time to get our hypothetical sex tape on...

Boner Patrol! -- Daddy Day Care (and Night)

If I was a hooker, this would be my bidness card.

     A'ight kids, Adrian Grenadine is back after my long weekend of being lazy, drinkin' pumpkin ale, and meeting new peeps.  So what better way to celebrate a return to hell known as the work week then to discuss some boner makin' topics?  Well... one topic, but it's worth all the blood in the world flowing to all the nethers you can find.  So pop on in here like a baby cooch after applying Desitin and see what's got my bones rattlin' in an upward direction this time...

True Blood Redux: World War 69

All Marnie spirits & Jason weens please-to enter here.

     Oh shit Y'allz, next week's Halloween finale is gonna be like bacon wrapped bacon, marinated in bacon grease and infused with bacon bits smothered in bacon.  Translation: Devily delicious, and when it's all said and done, peeps gawn die.  But that's next week, let's talk about this week.  And even though Nan wasn't with us last night, we fortunately dispatched of some useless, but we also got some cast unity going as urrybody came together to end this standoff (or so they thought).  So jump on in here like a spirit entering our mouths BJ cum swallowing style and see what all the muff is about this week on the next to last episode of our beloved True Blood...

Project Runway Redux - Farts And Shafts

Envy us, Bitches... We all have huzbenz, & Ur just fat.

     Fashions, turn to the left.  Fashions, now turn to the right.  Oooooohhhaaaah FASHIONS!  Thank you, that intro brought to you by David Bowie and my lack or originality (hey I added an "s" to "fashion" (twice!) so it's not entirely ripped off.  Speaking of ripped off, this week's episode was like a strip of wax on a lady cooch during a Brazilian, painfully obvious as to who was going home, and certainly worth the pain.  So like said cooch-strip, let's just go ahead and tear into this episode and hope the pain doesn't leave any scars or "is that herpes?" bumps on our nethers.

     As always though, be warned... there be spoilers about who won, and who went home this week (at the end of the post in the SPOILER ZONE), so don't say I didn't warn you like that one time you tried to catch crabs with your cooch, not realizing they were already there (Two diff types of crabs Shambles)... NTWayz, if you read something you didn't want to know, it's not my fault.  Now on to that Refux...

Random Bless: Fauxlebrities

That horse looks just like this drag queen on E!  Resembz is uncanny!

     Top o' the Thursday to you, Fleshballs and Slutbags.  Your loyal bacon eater, Adrian Grenadine here with another edition of that good ole' Random Bless.  While my bless hands have been workin' overtime as of late, the subject of this edition's post really needs some because they're ruining my life with their powers of disguise.  Who could these deceptive hobags be?  Read on to find out, and see just why these fux need my sausage-link hands of blessed-be all over their pretend faces...