PLL Redux: It's Summer Finale Time Bitches!

Maybe when we're their age it'll be true.  Dammit, Hanna just smile!

     First and foreskin most, it's been a long, strange, continuity and all plausability out the window 12 weeks.  Thank you for being a friend and for reading my reduxii and enjoying this shitshow of awesome as much as I do.  Now, with all the pleasantries outta the way, let's get to the shit talking.  OK WTFuq?  Where were Mike, Ganny Hanna's Grandma, Noel Kahn & Mona (theory on that inside), and Gay Lucas at while we were forced to face Toby Simbajaws, British Wren (lookin' good on his return though BTdubbs), and that 700 year old bitch Maya who we all know is about as boring as anything having "with the stars" in its title? 
     Wowwie, let me relax and eat something fried... Ok that's better, I'm calm.  Don't wanna get all my anger and thoughts of brilliance out in the into.  Aight, all good.  Let's just kick back, bury ourselves alive, and peep this Summer finale PLL redux... cuz y'all ain't gettin' another one for a while...

Gchats U Wish... Whores, Legs & Baconhaterz

Story of my life slash too much shit talkin' Shambles.

     Been a while since we had a good Gchat U Wish U Wrote so I'll just cut to the chase and say that this time, series regular Kiki is back and we're talkin' more shit than a diarrhea butt-hole.  Topics I'm ashamed of include: my strange addiction (which even strangelier has nothing to do with food), Gym hotties and the legs they walk on, then finally we delve into my new best friends and the Shambles of limited supplies of maple syrup marinated bacon.  My mouth is sufficiently watering like hoochie thighs at an all-you-can-eat coochfest.  So jump on in here and read all about it...

TB Redux: This Be What Rock Bottom Looks Like

Hey, "Sookie"... See title of post for witty caption.

     Oh my, oh my, oh my, Fang Bangers.  Can you believe there's only two episodes left of the season until TB is gone and there's only 39877 million other vampire shows to watch until next Summer?  Me either, but I'll stop yappin' and get to the recappin' cuz more shit went down this week than a flat-headed, waist-tall being, no tooth having whorebag festival in BJville.  We lost some serious pubes this week (RIP you-know-who), AND got some heated dramz going like Jessica's sure to now be crab infested dead ass fire-crotch.
     So with that burned into our minds forever, and like a double dose of morning after pill that makes your dead dick related Shambles go away toot suite, peep on up in this Redux to see what pre-fetal goodies you forgot to sort through from last night's festivities...

Proj. Runway Redux - Shoe Gurl, I Almost Died!

Sex & the Shitty fake smilers.

     Hey Gaysigners, Adrian Gunnadine here to make this shit work like sweatshop kids at Martha Stewart's house.  This week there were more transitions than a drag show/sex change hospital.  People left, people came back, people I can't stand literally busted their ass... and something truly tragic almost happened but didn't (hint, one testicle).  All in all it was a dramz filled week that trimmed some sleepy useless, but brought back some in-the-closet baldness.
     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 lose your virginity with a chainsaw blade (Cucumbers work better Shambles)... NTWayz, if you read something you didn't want to know, it's not my fault.  Now on to that Refux...

Searches That Brung U To Me - 2

Where U at, Shamblettes?  Look down, waaay down! (Dik level, Boo)

     It's true, some of you like me, you really like me.  So in return for your favors of page views, I'm sharing, herpes style, some of the wonderfully sketchy Google searches that led you to me since the last STBU2M post.  The overwhelming responses of pervy things you all look for to jam your jellies and unleash your poons never cease to amaze me.  So jump on in this mini-post like a fist to a rape ass and see what lead yallz to meh part deux...

Stuff I Like/Hate But Shouldn't: Porno Dialogue

Oh yeah, suck it you little bitch. (literally shambles)

     Oh man and woman are you lil' Baconators in for a treat.  This edition of the long lost "Stuff I Love or Hate But Shouldn't" feature, also known as SILOBS, is really gonna get your pickles perky and your poon-tangs tangin', cuz it's all about the pornos and the wonderful things not just sprayed, but said in them too.  That's right, no covering up the truth on the topic until after the jump this time, cuz like the porno dialogue that's the focus of this post, I'm just coming out gay style and saying it... no matter what shoots me in the face or calls me one of a million little names that cum up (see what I did there?) while gettin' dat money-shot 50 cent style 9 times in the chest (double decker pun points to me, thanx).  
     Now, please-to read on to see whether I love or hate porno dialogue in this extended (tee hee) edition of SILOBS, and enjoy the 7 "see what I did there's" that'll help point out all the obvious and shitty porno puns I've sprinkled throughout this post like you know what on a Bukaki face cuz I...

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!...

PLL Redux: Discussin' Dramz & NOT Eatin' Nomz

Photoshopped Aria head is totes ruining this fierce as fuq pishure.

     Hey there, Ugly Big Truthtellers.  Another episode down like chicken strips, only one more to go unitl the Fall finale.  This week we had limited Noel and Mona, and more than we cared for Toby, BUT, we also had no boring Melissa, no New Jason and his buttchin of death, and no boring Ezra Fitz and former Beyonce parts... so like diet coke, it's a give and take compromise.
     In other news though, shit's gettin' more intense than bacon wrapped fried Oreos with steak sauce and ketchup marinated fish batter, TRANSLATION: Disturbing in a good way.  So jump on in this here Redux to see what you mighta missed, cuz something tells me while you were watching and sippin' on that diet coke, I was finding the truth like a 2 year old's g-spot, and you're gonna wanna read what you missed. TRUST!...

Hey Gurl Hey: Legit Camp Nowhere, 100th Post!

I'm not invisible, I'm making a cumback, dammit!  Shut up, loser.

     Hey Gurls hey, fist (tee hee) of all if the headline above didn't spell it out, this be my 100th post, can't believe we've made it this far.  So please-to do your part to spread the Shamblettes word like legs as, like weens in duh strip club or crabs on your cooch, I'm trynna grow this blog as much as I can as time goes on.  So tweet, poke, retweet, facebook, whatever you need to do to get my words of nom out to the fat assed masses preez.  I'll luz you bacon cheeseburger style if you do.
     NTwayz, pleasantries and cel-ho-brations aside, it's that time again to dig deep in the nethers of time to see what became of "heartthrobs" past.  The 90's are back in the habit like Sister Act 2 these days, so let's take a stroll down memree lane to see what this mop topped douchelord from numerous Tigerbeat photo-spreads is up to today.  You're just a click away from discovering his identity, but don't say I didn't warn you, this guy has spent too many years lodging up extended-stay style in irrelevant-invisible-man fashion at "Camp Nowhere"...

Gays Do It Better - Cool Runnings

Step 2: Cut that Bebeh dick.  Got it.

     Holy rimjobs, Gaywads and Lezboinz!  It's already time for another edition of GDIB, and instead of pussyfooting around or jerkin' your merkin with a long drawn out intro, let me just cut to the chase like foreskin at a Bris and say that if you're cool, and I'm not moving too fast for you, then you need to jump on in here and check this shit out fruit de suite...