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Yet Another Bad Album Cover Site. I never get enough of these. I grew up thinking the world was a hideous, terrifying place…but it turns out, it was just the Seventies. Whew!

This site is particularly fun, as it’s the man’s actual vinyl album collection, and he offers digitized samples of the delights in store. Also, links to CD’s and DVD’s (uh-huh…some of this stuff has been recently re-released). Yes, they sound EXACTLY the way they look.

I found this trawling through my stats page. Whenever someone finds sweasel.com through a Google search, I always run the same search and see where I place next to the competition. This was an MSN search of “peanut lady fuck.” I do not actually have any posts about “peanut lady fuck” (and neither did this guy), but search engines aren’t very clever about these things. As long as those three words ever appeared together on a page (including comments), it’ll register a hit. That’s right; you guys contribute to my search engine mash-up weirdnesses. Thank you!

I am not an authoritative “peanut lady fuck” source (though I will be now). I placed on page eight. Somebody clicked through eight pages of links searching for his answer. Just, damn.

I am, however, hit #5 on page one for “supernumery nipples”!

That thumping sound you hear is my grandmother. In heaven. Wagging her tail.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 8:36 am

I had a long, weird spam in the filter about an herbal breast enhancement product. A sample:

As I understood, the breast will get bigger and fuller within month and absolutely no side effects. Amazing, right ? sorry for off-topic. And indeed, it works like a charm. Alison got that “teen” look of her skin, and adorable fluffy boobs.

Adorable fluffy boobs. This is what comes of trying to con people in a language you don’t speak.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: September 21, 2007, 10:01 am

‘That thumping sound you hear is my grandmother. In heaven. Wagging her tail.’

Thank fuck for that. Thought I was having my first heartattack.

Ah, Alison and her amazing fluffy boobs – that takes me back.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 10:30 am

Intriguing. Google.co.uk just threw up this search string:

“Flight 93″+pin+note+tree

Anybody heard any rumors? If this is Truther bullshit, I’m gonna bite somebody.

 


Comment from Dawn
Time: September 21, 2007, 10:43 am

The Ethal Merman Disco Album! Groooowwwwwllll.

I think they have a surgery for Alison’s problem?

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 10:49 am

What’s wrong with amazing fluffy boobs? With the right conditioner, they’re thicker, farther, and can last all night.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 10:50 am

BTW, Weez: In case you haven’t found this guy yet, here’s The Rut.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 10:51 am

Oops, I forgot to mention I stole that site from Drunkablog.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 11:04 am

Oh, that’s a good one, JW. I’m going to have to blogroll that guy…

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 11:23 am

YESSSSSS!!!! I am now the top Google search for “peanut lady fuck”! IN YOUR FACE, you other “peanut lady fuck” sites! You know, if there were any.

Man, that was fast. Google must be hittin’ on me constantly.

 


Comment from Lokki
Time: September 21, 2007, 12:08 pm

I first saw her from afar, glimmering softly like the first star of the evening, in the smoky light of the Honky Tonk club.

“What a beauty!”, my reptile brain thought.

It was that primal. I started to move towards her warmth… led by the snake brain that leads all men towards a dangerous woman. I was fascinated. She was irresistible. I wanted her – and nothing else – and now. Desperately.

Then, I had to go closer, oblivious to the other large creatures who were also creeping towards her – the other predators drawn to her scent…… dangerous brutes, all of them. Leather-clad, tattooed and scarred savages. The hell with that – the prize to be won was too great to worry about the possibility of death in the claiming. I had to have her. Now. Here

Yes, it was the Peanut Fuck Lady….. yes…. yes… yesss.. My tongue flickered across my lips like the serpent that I was…tasting each molecule of her scent in the smoky air.

There. Now you have Peanut Fuck Lady porn….. for those who come searching, lured in by the moth light of your Google Trap.

 


Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: September 21, 2007, 12:20 pm

Yes, it was the Peanut Fuck Lady….. yes…. yes… yesss.. My tongue flickered across my lips adorable fluffy boobs like the serpent that I was…tasting each molecule of her scent in the smoky air.

If you’re gonna do “peanut lady fuck” porn, you can’t forget the “adorable fluffy boobs.”

I mean, after all, we have weaselly standards to live down to.

Hmmph.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: September 21, 2007, 12:41 pm

Adorable Fluffy Boobs.

http://www.heaven666.org/man-boobs.jpg

 


Comment from Dawn
Time: September 21, 2007, 1:27 pm

Oh Gibby – that was too awful for words.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 1:46 pm

Ha HA! For once, the work filter did me a favor. I got the big red hand instead of the picture.

The peanut lady fuck porn, though? Nice.

 


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: September 21, 2007, 2:22 pm

I always thought Cindy was a cutie

 


Comment from winston
Time: September 21, 2007, 2:28 pm

Going downhill is one thing but starting at the bottom and descending is a pretty neat trick.
Peanut lady fuck to fluffy boobs to man boobs. Yikes!
Gawd, I love this place.

Are peanut lady fuck T-shirts available yet? I want one. Oh heck, gimme two. And tomorrow will wonder what the hell I was thinking. And they’ll end up in a drawer never to be worn. And will get used to wax the car.

I do not apologize for the above. It’s Friday. And that is a far better excuse than any politician can come up with. For anything.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 2:29 pm

She was rumored to be a bitch on wheels, though.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 3:23 pm

A decade or so ago, while attending the Comic-Con in San Diego, I bought a black tee-shirt that said “Marvel Can Suck My Cock!”

And yes, Good-idea-at-the-time though it inarguably was, I have yet to wear it.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 3:55 pm

And yes, I’m aware of how dweeby attending Comic-Con is. Bite me.

 


Comment from Dawn
Time: September 21, 2007, 5:01 pm

I went to the Star-Trek convention in San Diego 10 years ago, but I was a drug addict then. It was surreal.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 5:23 pm

sounds like a bad trip, man. Bummer.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:04 pm

I went to a Star Trek convention ten years ago in Connecticut, Dawn. Trust me, it wasn’t the drugs.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:12 pm

Also, I beg to remind you, I went to the 30th Anniversary Cast Reunion of Lost in Space, which is where geek and camp and playskool get together have a ménage à trois. We’re the people nerds pity.

Hey! I just got an email from micturate addressed to micturated with the subject line “micturates, micturating, micturation.”

I think they’re just taking the piss.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:19 pm

I’d be pretty micturated if I was you, Weez.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:20 pm

I was was just gonna say, “Well, piss on ’em!”

Is this the site where I can get plenty of Peanut Lady fuck pictures?

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:26 pm

Peanut Lady fuck you long time, chunky-style.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:26 pm

I just gave myself an oogie with that mental image.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:32 pm

Scotch will help that oogie, jw. That, or a medicinal wedgie administered by qualified hospital staff.

I’m thinking Purple Prose contest, jw, starring Peanut Lady at a Star trek or Comic-con conference. Lokki started it off, already.

 


Comment from Gnus
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:41 pm

No, I’m not gonna go there. Wouldn’t be prudent.

What a micturater.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:48 pm

Peanut lady must inhabit the same universe as mister tally man. And spastic colon girl.

It is a painful, mathematical place…but curiously delicious.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:54 pm

Fearing the other conventioneers would guess her terrible secret, the Peanut Lady huddled near the Pointy Ears booth, licking a grape snowcone. Her tongue, already a ghastly purple, flicked over the cone’s pebbly surface; eyes closed in something akin to ecstasy. Thus employed, the Peanut Lady was unaware of the keen interest in her lingual endeavors shown by the Klingon-bemasked stranger loitering at the Help kiosk.

The stranger closed the short distance between himself and the Peanut Lady. Pausing to remove the tribble lei from his neck, the stranger cleared his throat.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 6:55 pm

Oh, I’m sorry, you did want embarrassingly bad purple prose, right?

 


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:11 pm

Wouldn’t surprise me, I think all actresses are probably painfully obnoxious and egotistical or so fragile of self esteem she is like an emotional black hole. Ritchie Cunningham’s sister was always cute to me too: Joanie. And I liked Whatserface on Buck Rogers, Erin Gray’s spandex-wearing character. Never watched Charlie’s Angels.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:19 pm

Is there any other kind, jw?

Now that I’ve hurled down the gauntlet I have to bail out – my peaceful evening has been pre-empted by visiters. Crap.

I just knoooow they’re stayin’ the weekend. Bye.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:22 pm

Have fun, Steamboat. Remember Franklin’s warning: Fish and houseguests stink after two days, especially if the houseguests are fish.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:23 pm

Note to self: be sociable. Invite some fish over.

 


Comment from winston
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:26 pm

Juxtaposition time. PLF and high art.
Any PLF haikus out there? I’d try to write one but always end up with an extra syllable or twelve.

Wow, must be getting old. I typed PLF without even thinking that parachute landing falls (PLFs) were pounded into us for weeks at airborne school.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:37 pm

Peanut Lady fucks
Wherever and whenever
Winter, Spring, and Fall.*

* We’ve all been forgetting a reference to seasons.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:43 pm

Summer finds PL
Hoisting skirt for airborne boys
Happy landings, kids!

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 21, 2007, 7:55 pm

I may have an early out! I told my drop-ins I was writing a story about a Peanut Fuck-Lady (Hey! Literary license and all that crap!) and her adorable fluffy snooch (yes – more license).

They looked askance at me. Serious askance.

(I love being looked askance at).

Maybe they’ll leave early. I do not want to socialize now! I just got back in town and I want to unlax!

Peanut Lady haiku! Look what I’m missing!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 8:05 pm

Reference to seasons! JW know him some haiku!

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 8:05 pm

Peanut Lady tales
Always get Steamboat McGoo
Looked at askancely.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 8:09 pm

Mention seasons, boy!
Writing Peanut Lady ‘ku
Or no fuck for you!

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 8:20 pm

There once was a Weasel we knew.
Who hosted a site of fun-stew.
She snoozed on the weekends
Which had some bad portends–
She awoke with a blog full of ‘ku!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2007, 8:33 pm

<squints at JW and pours another two fingers of rutgot>

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 21, 2007, 9:55 pm

snicker.

 


Comment from Dawn
Time: September 22, 2007, 11:32 am

Maury done told her
who be dat baby daddy…
Peanut says it’s you

Come spring you will see
dat baby don’t look like me
Lady gets around

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 22, 2007, 11:51 am

Oh, VER-Y nice, Dawn. Brava!

 


Comment from Dawn
Time: September 22, 2007, 12:03 pm

Sweasel. As Musli says…You make my heart garden garden.

Today is my birthday, but I will be in a seminar all day. I hope I learn something.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: September 22, 2007, 12:29 pm

Many happy returns Dawn.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 22, 2007, 12:36 pm

Happy birthday! A Saturday seminar? Blech!

 


Comment from Lokki
Time: September 22, 2007, 2:37 pm

Happy Birthday Dawn!

I suspect that what you’ll learn today is not to go to seminars on your birthday…

 


Comment from Radioactive Jam
Time: October 2, 2007, 9:20 pm

When you hit the top of the adorable fluffy search rankings, I hope you won’t forget the insignificant peons wallowing in a quagmire of envy at the bottom of the pile, because–

Er.

I can’t think of a good reason why. D’Oh!

Enjoy the view.
🙂

 

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