Golf Tales Volume 1 – Part 3

Lady Balls and Balls woke up the next morning slightly tired. They had stayed up late trying to figure out one good deed that tWBS could do that would not hurt anyone and were coming up blank.  Their brains were so taxed with the effort that they didn’t even bother

It’s Thursday Already? Carpenter Afternoon Hang-Out

Maybe it's just me, but the week immediately after the Superb Owl always tend to drag a little. There's almost a sense of dread, the looming off-season is now officially here, and the build-up for the game this week isn't there. If you're Jest or The Pauls fan, it's a

Golf Tales Volume 1 – Part 2

“So, you can just pick any woman and inhabit her body?” “Only for a few minutes at a time.” Balls thought about it for a second and then started to panic. “Wait!  You haven’t!” “Dude, I’m not that sick!” “Yeah you are!” “Well, I’ll have you know.  I’m not.  Besides, Lady Balls is not and has

Golf Tales Volume 1 – Part 1

The 11th hole at Los Verdes is a 305-yard Par 4 from the Blues that goes downhill and plays much shorter than it looks.  If you really get a hold of it, you can reach Catalina Island. Balls stepped up to the tee confident and happy about how the round had

YOUR 2025 AVN Awards Winners

Yes, it's time to look back fondly on the butts and breasts that were fondled the best in 2024. Last time, I brought to you the nominees and offered my picks for the winners. Last year, I did a system where I gave myself partial points if I

Your mid-Wednesday Carpenter Jorb

I'm taking it upon meself to throw this up. I would have earlier, but I was dealing with a litany of... Yinzerness. Plus, I can't use this is side of DFO at the PSAP. Also, we bottomed out (heh heh "bottomed out" huh huh) at -9 degrees MURICKAN this morning. Anyway,

Down, Down and Drowned: Tuesday Open Thread

NOTE: Sorry for the abbreviated post. The Young Deacon Mayhem took sick. Playoff Football Fever: Catch It! Then Spend Several Days In Bed, Praying For The Sweet Release of Playoff Football Death! Out of respect for our Bronco fan contingent, I will refrain from excessive celebration of Sunday's comprehensive second-half throatstomping by