Friday, December 18, 2009

Bonus (Hilariously Tasteless Snooki-Related) Quote of the Day


"It would be great to have her from behind and then, just as I was about to 'paint the baby's room,' pull out and decorate her face as she croaks 'My Precious...My Precious...' over and over. Oh, god, what the fuck is wrong with me today???"

-- Comic artist, blogger, all-around pop culture ronin and personal friend Steve Bunche, on Jersey Shore's Snooki

12 comments:

LaRoach said...

My mission is to work "paint the baby's room" into casual conversation sometime in the next week.

Alanna said...

Holy Christ. That is something I think I would actually say if I was a man. And the Gollum reference? Perfection. Who is this man? Is he Single? Send him my number.

Anonymous said...

Two posts about Snooki in one day? I'm thinking you've got a "I'm repulsed yet fascinated" thing for her.

Cmon, admit it!!!!

Anonymous said...

If there is a better candidate for a "Donkey Punch" I just dont know who it would be.

Chez said...

Then my work here is done, LaRoach.

Bunche said...

Chez-

here's a wee bit of amusement for your readers, from the early days of our association:

http://buncheness.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-bird-of-youth-true-tales-of.html

Chez said...

Oh that's a classic indeed.

Prophet of Ra said...

she's always hungry.. she always needs to feed...

she must.. all she has to eat are nasty orcses

and orcses doesn't taste very nice does they, precious?

no.. they don't taste very good at all...

Alex said...

Paint the baby's room? Wow that phrase will officially never leave my mind.

kanye said...

So what'd she look like before she got punched?

Anonymous said...

Bunche strikes gold yet again!

Awesome.

Vermillion said...

Oh Bunche, I know what you are going through. How I know the devastating allure of the skank. Ask Chez about my comments on Jodie Sweetin.

Maybe we can start a group. Skanklovers Anonymous or something. Hell, Tiger Woods could pull a "..but I'm also a client" sort of deal for it. It will be great!

Until our ill-fated convention in Atlantic City. The dream, it ended so fast.