Sunday, July 17, 2011

Penchant (n). Incantation to the gods of Rotring and Staedtler technical pens.

Gabriel von Max: Self-portrait as mortician after hours.

I am in no position to judge couples who have little role-playing games to spice up their intimate lives (what with the Frau Doktorin's penchant for donning an airport-security costume and "frisking" me with the metal-detector wand). But this is just wrong on more levels than the 7-storey Pagoda of Wrongness that was China's contribution to the 1924 International Exhibition of Fail.

6 comments:

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

That's more messed up than a football bat.

It reminds me of one of my favorite novels, messed up like a soup sandwich.

M. Bouffant said...

A precursor (Damn it!) to today's glut of forensic telly & necrophilia.

P.S.: Does the F.D. ever find anything w/ the "wand" heh-heh?

I ask for a friend, of course.

Another Kiwi said...

Also, it was a different time and different societal whatnots but- skulls onna desk? Unless it was for the work Christmas party ventriloquism sketch I think that's a bit out of order. Let alone playing "Flash the booby" with dead folks.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

you DON'T have skulls on your desk AK?

Sheesh, I'm an architect and I have skulls on my desk.

Another Kiwi said...

My office chair was made out of the skulls of my dead enemies but on the desk would be unhygienic.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

hmpf. I...I mean ED GEIN, that's right, ED GEIN.... had lampshades made out of my... I mean HIS... enemies' skin.