is a scattershot bit of random thoughts, links, and images that

the lunacy that exists in the entertainment world and beyond.

who remember my old missives from the old Steady Leak articles

find this kind of stuff familiar. Folks seemed to get a kick out

the first installment, and each Wednesday should fall victim to

installment. Don’t expect anything deep here but something may

your fancy.


1. Greasiest Cat in Town!

Photo by Andrea Rothe.

Is there a case where this isn’t a horrible thing to have hanging on your car’s asshole 24/7? BEST CASE: Loobie is your nickname because you are Louis Busby, the dude voted ‘Most likely to waste 40k on a white car”. WORST CASE: Loobie is your nickname because after a long jail term your ass makes the Close Encounters sound when you run.

It doesn’t pack the visceral punch of D.A.R.Y.L. but it’ll do!

Photo by Brandon Lauhon.

That Danny DeVito’s a sneaky fucker, huh?

3. Or, do something with an actual result.

Photo by Clay Young.

How did that work for the dude in the cage next to Mola Ram?

4. “Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer…”

by Evan Dickson.

Yours for only a small sir charge.

5. The number one sandwich of the Morgue!

Photo by Nick Nunziata.

This washes down perfectly with a nice 64oz. Diet Heart Explode Death.

6. “You know what this steambath needs? A PRIEST!”

Photo by
Nick Nunziata.

Floor three is a Candy Shop/Crematorium.

7. Saddest Summer Ever.

Photo by Nick Nunziata.

Goebbel’s Snack Shop was a downer.

8. “Mr. Diesel, I’m afraid we only allow one transaction a day.”

Photo by Nick Nunziata.

I used a 95% off coupon and went home with a testicle.

9. Aren’t they all?

Nick Nunziata.

I’m going to pitch this as a spin-off to Sweet Valley High.

10.  “Where’s the spinning striped pole? Oh no.”

by Richard Straceski.

“Just a little trim.”


11. Parkin’s Disease.

Nick Nunziata.

We all celebrate Vic Morrow Day in different ways.

12. The official phone booth of FHM.

by Nick Nunziata.

“Dude, I just got back from the gym! What’s that weird artifact?”

“It’s a fuckin’ phone booth.”

“Whatever. Let’s chug some energy drinks and then fill some poor girls with caffeined penis!”

“Word up!”

Note from the author: This image sickens me, because I envision an exchange like the one above actually happening.

13. It’ll savior date.


by Rowan Howard.

The stench from his mouthass begat a Leviathan 6 cubits long.

 – Altoids 3:16.

the way:

“My seahorse’s saddle fell off.”

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