Showing posts with label I Will Shoot Myself in the Crotch If I Ever Spend That Much Time on a Post Again. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Will Shoot Myself in the Crotch If I Ever Spend That Much Time on a Post Again. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday: Destroying the Evidence

Long, long ago, in a time before former U.S. Vice-President invented the StubTubes, there was a thing called print media. And it was good. Strange things occurred in this time, things like the daily delivery of local newspapers to homes and businesses. Humans who did not subscribe to such rags would frequent newsstands and purchase said papers from peddlers or machines. A select number of these peddlers would also sell magazines and brochures, and the locals would purchase them. And things were good. Lastly, the work of photography was an esteemed profession, one upon which publishers of papers and magazines highly depended, as opposed to modern times, where any hack can access the photographic images and use them as they see fit.

Well, we here in the House of Georges tried desperately to cling to the modern ways of old, a battle we have, for the most part, lost. Thus yours truly saw it fit for a cleansing of all evidences of print media, a banishing if you will of the ancient form of press. And so I went, deep into the secret man-bowels of the basement, and engaged in a Kinder-esque activity of cut, paste, tape, and ultimately, destroy. It was an act that needed to happen, both for the sake of making way for these sick, futuristic times. That, and, well, my wife was gonna find this shit eventually.

We go first to an issue that arose in December of 2007,



wherein Deanna Russo was named Babe of the Month, which, in Italian means "most esteemed business person."

This edition also contained an appearance by friendly Croatian Leana Rajacic,



as well as Brazilian Sasckya Porto,



who won the award of Miss D for the holiday month.



And we wouldn't want to leave out the one and only Kim Kardashian,



who, as everyone knows is a fan of the zippy little New Orleans running back.



Double K has made red-carpet as well as sitcom waves for a number of years now,



and one might argue that she continued to do so in these pages.

The following month,



Tania Saulnier got the nod as BotM.



The feature was one in which a heavy dose of Curry was served;



I do believe Miss Adriane Curry was the protein for the main course.



It was an interesting menu, however, as dessert, apparently, was Swedish.



Sandra Nilsson Swedish.



There was also a comprehensive year-in-review aspect to the spread; it focused on earlier offerings, such as Tyrah Richard, March's chef de cuisine.

Since even a little bit of winter is too much for some, warmer months, such as that of May frequently help Seasonal-Affect Disorder sufferers turn corners in their lives.



Mayra Veronica totally relates.

In Miss Veronica's neck of the woods are friendly folks like Jennifer Leigh.



She's a connoisseur of fine weather, fine cigars, and fine, fine winnings at the poker table.

And speaking of fine weather, AJ Alexander knows a splendid spring day when she spots one.



She also, much like our president,



knows a "slick ride" when she sees one.

And we can't forget Janna Salimzyanova's contribution to May:



our appreciation of the Russian culture would embody little more than literature and
KGB were it not for her fashion forte.

May's fantastic. It really is. But you know what I like to wash down a little serving of May? A healthy dose of June.



Healthy in a sense that Layla Kayleigh might appreciate.

But we can't all be goody-goodies all the time;



for every 100 or so body-and-mind conscious choice, we should throw in a wild one, Vegas-style.



Vegas, baby. Vegas. Where the work always keeps a body movin',



and the work is also, uh, very hands-on.

We've all gotta have something to believe in,



and Juliette Frette is no exception.



Her staunch feminist beliefs, as anyone can plainly see, are quite feminine, indeed.

Finally, we check in with Jayde Nicole, who as we can see, is quite handy around the house.



There's really an endless amount of nice things you could say about her,



running from her knowledge of exotic fruits,



to her general fondness of breakfast-nook areas.

That's it for this week. We'll be sure to not see you the next time we take on such a retarded project.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday: Pickin' Sides

It's Tradition Week II here at the House of Georges in good ol' 2008, and we're working overtime to bring you a week's worth of stellar Chiefs-Broncos material. It should be noted that we usually put in a solid two and-a-half hours of work a week, so "overtime" can't top the 10-hour mark, or our feet fall off. Nevertheless, I've got a hankerin' that this is the year the Chiefs get that first W at InVesCo (Editor's Note: I may or may not have had said hankerin' for each of the past seven seasons.). We're making lists, checkin' them twice, and trying to figure out just what the weekend will entail. One thing's for certain: Our fan bases represent well at each of these bi-annual contests, and this balmy-ish December the 7th will be no different. And just to show you we mean bid-ness, we're going to include some fine members of side good guy, and side bad guy, depending on what your favorite colors are, of course. Join us, if you will, after the jump.

Ashlynn Brooke



Ashlynn loves her Broncos.



She doesn't always have the truest of facts around her, but I ain't mad.

Aubrie Lemon



Miss Lemon is a fabulous girl.



Her bedroom is gorgeously decorated,



and so is she.

Andie Valentino



Andie Valentino takes pride in butchering her jewelry, the occasional bathing suit, the point of her favorite team's logo, and yes, even the national anthem.

Angela Sommers



Miss Sommers and I don't share the same taste in beer, but she more than makes up for it in selecting football teams and beachware.

Arianna Armani



Arianna has meticulously selected the titanium prize for her someday groom-to-be. I'd say "lucky guy," but then that poor sap has to lug that piece of blasphemous jewelry around for eternity.

Bailey Rose



Bailey likes her shirts striped, and her lagers steined. Can do, and can do.

Caprice Bourret



Most ladies like jewelry and gold. Caprice is no exception.

Cassie Lane



Even when she's on the beach, Cassie's thinking about decorating her Christmas tree with her favoritest of ornaments.

Heather Vandeven



Heather likes the mermaid look, and the look of her club's flag mounted outside her house.

Jaime Bergman



Jaime doesn't blow smoke up anyone's backside. She's been a Broncos fan since the days of the Orange Crush.

Jessica Jane Clement



So has Jessica, or J.J.C., as some call her. Her ride is old-school, but her favorite Bronco just might have initials similar to hers.

Jo Garcia



Jo knows men love a cigar on the beach. She also has some great taste in lighters.

Karlie Montana



When Miss Montana's not hangin' in a bikini, she prefers the comfort of her favorite ol' t-shirt.

Kitana Baker



Kitana prefers game-day eve with a long, hot shower, and a game of cricket.

Lexi Belle



Lexi's loyalty to Denver is tried and true, even when the team's back's against the wall.

Lindsay Lohan



Bet you didn't know ol' Lohan was a Chiefs fan. Neither did she.

Marketa Brymova



Marketa knows old style so well, she steps right into it with ease.

Sophie Howard



Sophie Howard knows it's long past time the Chiefs should've won at InVesCo.



Like the HoG crew, her ride's geared up; she's ready, anticipating a victory.

Sunny Leone



Sunny Leone keeps the antique light on, always hopeful for a Denver win.

Yamila Diaz



Yamila, however, is a bit conflicted.



She has, on occasion, pulled for the Broncos,



but typically finds herself engulfed by the awesomeness that is ChiefsNation.

Zoe Britton



Zoe's one of them pendant gals. Get her the right one, and she may even let a guy pin it on her.

That's it for today. We'll be the guys tailgating throughout the Daily Niner, occasionally donning a Gorilla Mask.
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