Showing posts with label chipendale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chipendale. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Search Terms

I think it's time for the top 10 search terms that brought people here in the last week:

10. Chip n Dale ferrets
9. Chipendale in Halifax
8. do Chip n Dale squirrels have penises

(To which I would have answered: no, that's why they squeak so much.)

7. Chip Dale ticklish testicles
6. Chinese chip n dale dancers
5. Cheap thongs wedding presents
4. Fixing broken chipendale chair (+fat woman)
3. i love men dancing in chip fat
2. big chipendales how much

But my favourite happened just a few hours ago and came from Turkey:

1. ‘Bigger underwear for attractive men’.

Need I say more?

Friday, May 18, 2007

The Chipster Never Stops Giving...



So what do you think?

What do you mean you’re overwhelmed? Oh, wipe away those tears! It was nothing. You all deserve the occasional treat, and, today, the Chipster has not one treat but seven. Seven high quality desktops so you can admire Wales’ top tourist attraction every moment of the day. Male or female: these are the desktops for you...

I’ve been arranging this little surprise for a while but it was Clive James who convinced me to act tonight. I managed to catch an interview he did with Terry Gilliam when he said something along the lines of: ‘It’s the death of art when you can put something off and not do the thinking immediately.’

That, I thought, sums the Chipster if nothing else does. I’m always putting off tomorrow what can be done today. Except now. These pictures are very now and I’m sure you’ll agree they’re very artistic. I also figured that if Britney Spears can thank her fans by posing semi-nude, The Chipster can go one better.

Tomorrow morning, Wales’ most gratifying body attached to the most promising face will be heading into England for the day. I also hope to spend some time in a bookshop. So if you happen to be in a Border's store and see a man sitting in the coffee shop, wearing a pale cream Hawaiian shirt with green trees, drinking a large orange juice and either scribbling furiously in a notebook or reading Clive James’ newest book, don’t hesitate to pop over and have a chat. You can tell me how bloody good I look sitting on your desktop.

I have one request, though. When you download these pictures to use as a desktop, please don’t start leaving icons sitting on my nipples. They chafe terribly.

So, until later…

Thong on…