The very famous Gong Show made an unexpected appearance at Whispeing Pines this August. This was the funniest event we have had here as far as I can remember. We had our vey own Jody as the MC for the event , with special appearances by Dave, Dave the dancing machine and, of course, the Unknown Comedian – complete with paper bag on his head and nothing else. He even handed out free tickets to the next craps game, from a roll of toilet paper:) Roger, Stacy, and Barry told some not so good jokes; but Larry was gonged for being much too verbose! Lana and her nostril flute won a chicken award. How many chickens can you collect to win the big, or not so big, award? Lana and Jody are tied.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Kind of Girl Who ... pays for the pleasure of sketching (on) naked women
NTKOG #18: The kind of beret-clad Picasso who casually strolls into a nude-model sketch session, churns out hauntingly beautiful portraits in a few masterful strokes, and doesn’t even giggle awkwardly in the process.
I am: a fairly artsy dude — or at least one with a passable passion for semi-representational drawings, the human form, and, um, nudity?
I am not: capable of drawing a straight line, a perfect circle, or anything in between.
The Scene: Your typical neighborhood heavy metal bar (?!), on a bright Sunday afternoon in Allston, I packed up a notebook, Bic ballpoint and $8 cover charge to head to a burlesque life drawing sketch session. During the walk over, I burned with a single question: what the heck kind of people would routinely pay real human earth dollars to draw pictures of some Bettie Page wig-wearing chick wearing half of a flapper dress for multiple hours?
Mostly middle-aged lesbians, apparently.
The back of the bar was packed with two distinct breeds of people: middle-aged braless women, and 20something girls in hippie skirts. All eyes were on the model — mid-20s, maybe, fake hair and fishnets for miles, with slim quivering calves curving up, in that inevitable burlesque aesthetic, to slightly pulpy thighs and flared, fringe-laden hips. Her lips were trained into a constant expression of amused melancholy; her nose sloped gently, like a garden path you’d want to walk down on the first day of spring. Really fucking beautiful, is what I’m saying. This bears noting for later.
As we sat through the first four five-minute sessions, it became readily apparent that I was the only member of the thronging masses who didn’t come with charcoals, watercolors, an easel, or even a proper damn sketch pad. Way to go, TKOG. Putting the “sketch” in sketching session.
After about an hour of various sketches, poses, costume and wig changes, etc, a ten-minute break was called. A Wooden Allen lookalike in an unseasonable cardigan ambled over. “You doing any nice drawings?” asked Hippie Skirt, politely. “Oh, I’m not here to draw,” letched Woody, giving me a conspiratorial wink.
The early five-minute sessions convinced me that perhaps I hadn’t given the whole representational art racket a fair shake. It was like Pictionary, without all that distressing pressure! Then we moved up to ten-minute poses, and my pictures didn’t get any better. By the time we worked up to twenty-minute sessions, I had to admit they were actually devolving.
After two hours, the novelty had worn off, both of my feet were asleep, and someone had stuck a pice of used gum to my favorite purse. “Only time for one more pose!” called out the organizer, to a moue of anguish from the assembled masses. “But how about we work on this one for half an hour!”
Silently, I packed up my bag, slipped a few bucks in the tip jar, and slinked out of the room. Hey, Picasso didn’t start out as Picasso either.
The Verdict: Let’s just let my drawings speak for themselves, shall we?
Um, did I mention that the model was in actuality quite beautiful? So. Yeah. My most grievous error, madam. Shan’t happen again.
(Also, please to refrain from mocking my attempts at pictures. I can’t seem to find the cord to my scanner, and besides, should you really be questioning the photography skills of such an unambiguously gifted artist?)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Video clip đẹp nhất "Nude Art" của Bar Refaeli
Bar Refaeli ,siêu mẫu người Israel được nổi bật qua đợt trình diễn áo-tắm “bikini” của cô trên tạp chí Illustrator Sport,Video clip ngắn giới thiệu bên dưới.
VIDEO CLIP AP.
Ngoài ra ,thegioiso1 giới thiệu đến các bạn một clip rất “hiếm hoi” của Bar Refaeli với tiêu đề chính xác là “Nude art” mà người ta cho là do chính tay máy của Leonardo thu hình làm “của riêng” mà không hiểu sao lại cho ra mạng.
Xem video clip theo link : Bar Refaeli art clip , vì không thể nhúng video nguồn khác ( ngoài các video site đã chỉ định ) trên wordpress.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Audrina Partridge
Audrina Cathleen Patridge (born May 9, 1985) is an American television personality and actress, best known as one of the original primary cast members on the MTV reality show The Hills. Audrina will be appearing as the lead in her own reality series The Audrina Show which premieres in 2010.
Audrina Patridge grew up in Yorba Linda, California. In August 2008, she purchased a house in Los Angeles’ Hollywood Dell neighborhood. On February 22, 2009, Patridge’s home was robbed by two unmasked thieves. She posted on her personal website footage taken from her surveillance camera in hopes of the public helping her find the two thieves who stole numerous items from her mansion.
In March 2008, nude pictures of Audrina were published online. “They were taken when I was just out of high school and beginning to model”, Patridge has explained. “I was naïve, overly trusting of people, and inexperienced.” In other words I am a skank trying to make it in hollywood!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Otra putita de Disney desnuda...Adrienne Bailon de The Cheetah Girls, nos muestra el trasero
Parece que la compañia Disney es especialistas es contratar zorras. La mayoria de sus estrellas adolescentes resultaron ser unas fichitas de cuidado que gustan de mostrar sus atributos al mundo o tienen problemas con el alcohol y las drogas.
Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Myle Cyrus, Vannesa Hugens, Ashley Tisdale, Lindsay Lohan, etc, etc, etc, son algunas de las putillas que, apenas cumplieron la mayoria de edad y dieron a conocer su caliente y nalgapronta personalidad, metiendose en mas lios que una de esas putas profesioneles que trabajan en tan igrato trabajo para sacar dinero pa’ la comida. La diferencia es que ellas no son famosas y ganan muchisimo menos que las “estrellas” de peliculas infantiles.
A esta infame lista se une Adrienne Bailon (¿bailon? ¡ja,ja,ja!) miembro de ese nauseabundo producto ¿musical? y televisivo llamdo Cheetah Girls, en la que la actriz de 25 años interpreta a una supuesta adolescente de 16 (¿what a fuck?). En esta ocasion, la a ¿cantante? se le ocurrio tomarse una fotitos mosteando sus atributos para mandarselas via e-mail a su picador llamado Rob Kardashianm, hermano de la igualmente zorra Kim Kardashian, una de las mejores amantes amigas de Paris Hilton.
Lo que la nenita no se imagino es que la laptod en la que las imagenes estaban almacenadas seria robada en un aereopuero de Niu York y que al ladron se le ocurrio hacer lo que yo cualquier tiranetas haria al hayar semejante tesoro: Venderlo al mejor postor.
Claro, la fotos salieron a la luz y la zorrita casi de muere del coraje y amenazo a todo el mundo con demandar a quien las robo, pero la neta ya es inutil, ya todos le vieron el culo al natural y eso nada lo cambia.
No hay duda, la maldicion de la chicas Disney tomo otra victima.
Aqui les van las escandalosas fotos.
The Best Nightlife in Kabul?
I missed posting this as a Naked Post Friday, but how many times does nudity collide with a major news story? Naughtiness going on among embassy guards in Kabul. I would say, what’s the harm here if no one got hurt, but maybe some did, so I won’t make any comments. Spiegel probably has the most graphic report you’ll get along with some fairly graphic photographs. Best (and grossest) quote:
One e-mail from a current guard described situations in which guards and supervisors were “peeing on people, eating potato chips out of (buttock) cracks,” scenes that were also recorded on video.
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