Thursday, March 31, 2011

So Many HUMPs!, So Little Time


For some people, looking at March on a calendar means three paydays, but not here at The Lisp!

March means five HUMPs! Now all you have to do is vote for your favourite HUMP! Day hottie!


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Wednesday HUMP!

I don't know very much about this week's HUMP! except that his name is Ewan Brown, he's a former Navy Captain living in the UK; he's 36, and CLEARLY bans the razor (good for him!).

The rest is up to you!

Tomorrow (Thursday), I'll post all of March's HUMP! men for you to vote on...

In the meantime...

Just rejoice in Ewan's super-tight bod and sexy face...

Damn, baby!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Worn/Whore/More This Way!

You know I love me some Sherry Vine! I love her poop humour and her taking on Lady GaGa's Born This Way is perfect. In fact, it's better than the actual single!

Friday, March 25, 2011

End(s) Of The Week


I almost feel guilty for posting a TGIF-ish entry seeing as how I've been spoiled for the better part of the week.

...meh...















Wednesday, March 23, 2011

HUMP! Cazwell & Crew

Sure, there's only 2 hours left on this Wednesday, but I can't possibly let the day pass without giving you a little HUMP! day eye candy!

One of my favourite people -and friend to The Lisp- Cazwell, has just released his latest single, Get My Money Back, directed by the amazing (and equally sexy) Marco Ovando, the visionary behind the summer's sexiest video, Ice Cream Truck.

First, I was going to just have it be all about Cazwell, but then I thought...that's too easy. Caz oozes sex and would likely snag the whole month end HUMP! So, I'm giving you Cazwell and his whole crew.....




...AND the new Get My Money Back video! A pinch Bloodhound Gang, another generous helping of Ice Cream Sass and you get another Cazwell eye candy masterpiece!



I'm especially fond of the moves at 2:37 and 2:50! DAMN!


Peace Out




Elizabeth Taylor


(February 27, 1932 – March 23, 2011)

"I'm not worried about dying...
And I don't have a lot of problems to work out. I'm pretty squared, anyway."

~W Magazine, November 2004



Thursday, March 17, 2011

NOW It's A Happy St. Patrick's Day

Benjamin Godfre

22 Miles Between the Choice of Hysteria or Peace

If the threefold disaster in Japan has been worrying you and causing distress, there isn't really anywhere that's safe to go, media-wise, that can provide you the break you need to recharge your sanity batteries. Maybe HGTV, TVLand and The Food Network, but I read somewhere a housewife in Saskatchewan lost it when the host used a microwave and jumped into a well and drowned.

I don't mean to sound callous or pessimistic, but I think that the Rescue missions along the northeast coast of Japan are now Recovery missions. No one will ever be able to erase the images of that black water pouring over the highway, flooding city streets, ripping homes from their foundations, and...ugh....and we're just watching it happen. I think my brain would split in half had I actually witnessed it first hand.

Of course, I'm hoping to hear miracle stories come out from the East, like the ones following the devastating earthquake in Haiti, where people were found alive after weeks buried under rubble.
We're not hearing them, but I believe that we will.

The water has receded and left one hundred Katrinas behind. And the time has come to let these people mourn their missing and their dead; to reclaim and rebuild--if they even can.

The third part of this disaster is still unfolding and let me say here and now: I know nothing of Nuclear Science. I barely passed regular Biology. Twice. But I have to say this, and Lourdes, please, if you have a blog or an EMAIL address!...please pass this message along:


...and by "Carry On," I'm thinking, let's help Japan FIX the FUCKED-UP-NESS, before we start going all Charlie Sheen in our own countries and governments.

A couple of nights ago on Piers Morgan (why. who. how. was it he got his own show?) had on some congressman or senator or something. All of Piers' questions were sensational, hysteria-fed, and while they were all worded differently, they were the same: what if this happens here?

This Democrat politico from somewhere with a southern accent basically replied every time: let's fix the problem in Japan, and then we can study it. Then we can talk about it.

Paraphrasing, of course.

The Pickering nuclear power station (above), one of five in Canada, is located 35 kilometers (22 miles) east of Toronto.


I'm not saying that there aren't folks around these parts getting a little fidgety in their drawers, but I feel I need to put things into perspective. The Pickering nuclear facility is about 22, 23 miles east of where I live. It's been there since the mid-80's. It hasn't been without its issues but this is what amazes me: Ever since this crisis emerged in Japan, I haven't ONCE thought about the Pickering plant. Or the Chalk River facility 180 km (110 mi) away from Toronto.

People. Calmer heads prevail. Let's fix whats all bust up and then we can go for our own check-ups. You don't think that the greatest minds in the global nuclear science community aren't all over this? They are, and they're thinking the same thing I just said: One problem at a time!

GAH!....

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

HUMP! Holy Criss!





Oh, okay fine..., call me predictable.

But after last night's Glee, I think Darren Criss is more adorKable than ever.

Those lips! That hair! That voice! Those lips! Oh....er...

Only thing left to do is to fatten him up a bit. Gotta put a little meat on dem bony bones!





















Monday, March 14, 2011

Words Of The Week




“It’s a very, very George Michael interpretation of the song and it’s beautiful for that...It blew me away when I heard it. Not exactly to my taste, but it did blow me away.


~Former New Order bassist, Peter Hook

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Coming Soon!


There's a special offer coming down the pipeline for the readers of The Lisp.

You won't need a bent up hanger in your bag. You won't require a half-eaten sandwich, and you can bid adieu to the rubber bands, safety pins and used condoms!

Monty Hall never offered anything for free, and it certainly didn't involve gay homosexualists engaged in hot homosexualist activities!

Stay tuned!

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