Our Doors Are Closing Tightly—For 7 Days…

Tomorrow morning I’m getting on a plane  and flying southward—taking direct aim on hurricane Earl’s weathery crotch…

Planes are always a fun time though—Just like anyone else, I enjoy being crammed next to a couple of sweaty donkeys on a winged metal capsule of stress, fear, tension, crying babies, claustrophobia and gay stewards on the brink of insanity—as we hurdle through the sky at about 500-mph.

The best way to cope with all of these variables?  Do what I do. What do I do?  This is what I do…

I'll be reading this book, aloud---for most of the flight...

Sick of obnoxious passengers?  Surpass them all instead…

First, I’ll wear something that’s not only frighteningly tight—but also velvet.  I’ll be donning bright white, hi-top sneakers and a fake gold chain that disappears into my exposed throw-rug of wavy breast hair.  My head hair?  It too will be perfect…

When the peanuts and pretzels are provided, I will proceed to eat them with my mouth open while talking loudly to my neighbors about highly uninteresting bull-shit.  If I see a man using one of those tiny pillows, I will promptly inform him that he’s officially gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that).

I will also drink V-8 with plenty of ice and those who cast dirty looks my way will find themselves blinded by all of those veggies and antioxidants.  Then I’ll wait for my neighbors to fall asleep, only to wake them because I need to get up and use the restroom—which especially ticks them off because I’ll have the aisle seat…

Much Thanks :-)

~Ron-Yves Strouteau

The following are some of our earlier posts—that nobody (except Bearman) read…Enjoy!

I Just Puked In My Mouth…(Quick snippet inspired by the Octomom)

Unaware Of Underwear Inflation…(Dr. Max Yestronaut’s frustrating account of an underwear-shopping endeavor)

He Came—He Danced—He Had Intercourse With The Hottest Girl In School…(Outdated film review of rug-cutting classic, Footloose)

Raq-Hell yeah I Would…(5 days from now, I’ll officially want to have sex with a 70 year-old woman)

A Terrible Tumble…(Dr. Max Yestronaut doing his part to make sure some mascot will never ‘live it down’)

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Your Tight Weather Fork-Ass—Thank Us After The Storm…

Dust off the leather umbrella and slap some Turtle-Wax on your shit-kickers—Monday awaits…

*Note: We neglected to include any information pertaining to the barometric pressure in your hometown because, let’s face it—nobody gives a shit about the barometric pressure in your hometown…

The ADHD Chuck Norris Radar Run-Down: As you can see, ADHD Chuck Norris is still distracted by the Great Lakes, therefore he has yet to relay us any real information which relates to the radar images…We apologize for the inconvenience…

*Note: The stress of being located directly under Chuck’s lethal & gargantuan genitals was simply too much for Texas to bear—the lonestar state broke off and sank to the bottom of the Gulf of Mexicoil early this morning…

Published by: Sampsonian & Ron-Yves

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WWW.Who’sYourDaddy.com/SpankMeHarder.Orgasm

Homeless, not humorless…

On a recent trip to Fenway Park in Boston, Assachussetts I came across one of the richest homeless people I’ve ever seen.  Thanks to his fantastic sign, this bastard probably pulled in about 2,ooo-bucks before the Red Sox game!

*I snapped this photo right before making my donation :-)

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A Sandy Lip-Tuck To Your Navel Academy…

I’m doing the unthinkable—I’m posting one of our blog’s pages right in your damn face…What can I say?—I’m in the mood to regurgitate stuff that you don’t enjoy…genius!

…but there’s more to it than just that.  Since this blog’s conception, the Spanky Trash section of STS.com has always been my favorite feature—and I’m proud to report that after 4 months, about 45 people have actually clicked on it —In other words, ‘the shit is fucking viral baby…’

In all honesty though—Last night I was reading over some of this material while eating a bowl of Cheerios and laughed hard enough to displace cereal into my nasal cavity, which I then inhaled and choked on—before tripping over a roller-skate and whacking my face off a hot iron that was being held by a horny wolverine named Chip…Things progressed further downhill from there….

What the hell is ‘Spanky Trash’?

‘Spanky Trash’ can easily be summed up—>>It’s a highly sophisticated form of rhetoric that has Dutch roots, however it’s more distinctive qualities were honed in Hudson, NH—not far from The Blue Moon—-These odd nuggets of literary discharge are to be utilized as quick verbal retorts targeted at misbehaving assholes.  Their intent is to confuse and bewilder your adversary, rendering them hesitant to respond in any manner…This will leave you the option to either walk away in peace—or walk away with his or her girlfriend…Regardless, here is a very small sample of what we’ve come to know as ”Spanky Trash’…’94

Here’s how it works:  Someone acts up in your presence and you could say something like, “ Hey buddy,  settle down or else I’ll give ya—>>

…the vintage heel-drop to your wife’s collard spleen

…a 3-fisted thrust lunge to your time sensitive material

…a fortified bag of elbow grease to the back of your ham-hocks

…Some Mandatory Mahogany to ya lemon coated lucy-lips

…A fresh five finger sailor salute to ya shiver me timbers

…a 6-pack of ‘shakedown’ to your withered gray tits

…a well placed jump-kick to your augmented breasts

…a galvanized thigh-shot that shakes loose a ball

…an unforeseen towel-snap to your taint’n tip

…some rock hard redemption to ya’ school of hard cocks

…a reversed bag-clutch to your sea-salted waistline

…some spicy 4-fisted trauma to your rubba’-lips

…I’ll corn-chip your buck-teeth & put ya’ on Frito Lay-away

…I’ll offer you the final endeavor while denying you reason

…a double-breasted squat-thrust tea-baggin’ your sinus infection

…the sirloin chop n’ shop to your varicose grape-nuts…

*List has been slightly condensed for tax purposes— click here fo’ mo’ :-) List can be updated at the request of you and your pimp…

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Hello to all.  The Dr. is back after a short but rectally invasive stay in a Red Chinese prison…So, shalom…

I’ve been reading a lot of articles here in the Northeastern U.S. about legalizing casino gambling.  State legislators are arguing back and forth about the pros and cons of allowing such activities to take place.  Whether you’re for casinos or against them, I believe that the following testimonial will prompt you to strongly support them…

Telly Savalas, he wipes his ass with your winning scratch tickets...

Have you ever been at a convenience store or gas station, probably in a rush to get to work or wherever, and you get stuck in line behind the degenerate lottery ass-hole?  You’ve seen him—He’s usually in his early sixties, slovenly dressed, and has a stack of lottery receipts and scratch tickets in his hands that’s about as thick as a real estate law-book.  Why in God’s name must this gentleman have to show up at the store when the rest of the functioning society has places to be?  All I’m trying to do is buy a Kit-Kat and a Yoo-Hoo!  and this douche holds up the line for a solid 8-10 minutes while the English challenged cashier from Pakistan is running all over the place.  As the line swells to a Department of Motor Vehicles-esque level, the town folk begin to get restless until our resident gambler has procures his new stack of lottery items.

So I say that it’s time to legalize casino gambling…Numbnuts is hedging all of his bets on the 5 dollar crossword puzzle scratch tickets when he should be at a casino playing craps like a fuckin’ man.  Risking 10 bucks on the Pick-3 just doesn’t have the same panache as losing double your net worth at the roulette table right before you get shanked by a hooker.

Build the casinos and let the games begin…

Published by Dr. Max Yestronaut

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A big heart and and a bigger purse. Seen here wearing a Coach kiddy-pool...

Well fuck a duck and pull my pig-tails—Snooki found a taker…

People continue to amaze the amazement right out of my blue-chipper glutes.  Let’s have a big round of applause for Jeff Miranda, the dumbass that’s about to embark on a relationshit voyage with one of the most despicable alcoholic Hobbits I’ve ever seen with a fake tan—Mr. Snooki…

“The way the show depicts her and makes her seem is totally not her,” Miranda insists. “She honestly has one of the biggest hearts…She is really not how everybody thinks she is.” (sorcery)

Good point Jeff.  All of that actual video footage of Snooki acting like an asshole is so very misleading—it’s not like that was her in those videos of her.  Our mistake…I guess the producers of The Jersey Shore decided to deep-six all that footage of her feeding homeless cats and doing charity work for the blind…

Dear Jeff Miranda,

It’s my understanding that you’re a 24 year-old veteran of the war in Iraq.  I’d like to take this opportunity to offer my sincere thanks to you and your service.  As someone who has never served, I want you to know that I appreciate the Hell out of what you do—regardless of what my opinion is on any given War that our military happens to be fighting, it’s folks like you that are there to cover our collective American ass either way.  Again, thanks Jeff.

With this being said—What are you thinking fool? I’ve got a bear-trap in my basement somewhere if you’d like to borrow it—throw your genitals right in there and save yourself some fargin’ time.

As someone who has faced chemical weapons, car-bombs, AK-47s and the Iraqi Insurgency—Why come all the way home to New Jersey only to stick your cock in a bronze land-mine?

You went all the way to Baghdad my friend—but you may have found the weapon of mass-destruction on the Jersey shore…

Regardless,

~Ron-Yves Strouteau (aka-The Litigation)

Limerick For Jeff (Good Luck Man)

There once was a man in a war

When he got home he wanted some more

So he went down on Snooki

Got bit by her Wookie

Who then spit out his junk on the shore

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

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Denny Delvecchio.

Denny Delvecchio, the CEO and ‘employee of the month’ over at Your New Bad Habit, recently had one of his secretaries contact me with several propositions—But the thought of doing Denny’s yard-work or videotaping his ritualistic 3-way with a dehydrated set of Olsen twins didn’t exactly sound appealing to me.  So I declined.

Ultimately, a compromise was reached and I’m happy to report that our staff will be dropping off the occasional ‘guest-post’ over at Denny’s place.

Click or rub Denny’s mugshot to be whisked away to his neck of the woods—give that son of a bitch some unprotected love…

~Ron-Yves Strouteau

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The Weather Fork-Ass—Don’t Start Your Week Without It…

Iron the poncho and steal an umbrella—there’s a storm a’coming…

Our high-end meteorology equipment is bearing bad news once again.  I was really hoping to report clear skies and ideal temps with occasional showers of ‘whatever the Hell you want’—but I’m afraid it’s not to be...

The ADHD Chuck Norris Radar Run-Down: A very useful segment in which ADHD Chuck Norris totally forgets that he’s reporting the radar information and begins to throw round-house kicks at the Great Lakes instead…

Thank’s Chuck—we appreciate the effort…

~Ron-Yves & Sampsonian

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Me, Your Gal & My Johnson…

Summer is soon to give way to Fall, before undoubtedly succumbing to a long hot Winter…Let’s talk it over…

I like Summer just as much as the next guy—Doing squats at the outdoor gym that I built in front of my apartment, wedging into my snake-skin banana hammock before ripping down the boardwalk in a pair of stolen rollerblades at over 25-mph—and getting shanked by the female version of Mickey Rourke at a Bike Week BBQ are just a few of my favorite Summer activities.

…but Summer’s not always a series of Skittles and hand-jobs ya know—like anything else, minor inconveniences are constantly springing up.  Take for example~~~>> Imagine strolling into your favorite Thai restaurant to pick up your take-out order.  The restaurant is small, extremely quiet and is currently hosting about 8 dinner guests.  Since you’re entering the place wearing 3$ flip-flops, this is obviously the perfect frackin’ time for the physics of suction to completely screw you over by producing a loud, abrupt noise from the underside of your foot—a noise that more or less sounds like just about every other fart you’ve heard in your life…

Obviously, you’re not about to explain to these jamokes that your flip-flop is the guilty party because, let’s face it—would you believe you? So you pay for your fargin’ food and deal with the fact that you’ll forever be known to those peeps as the ‘fucking ass-hole that shat himself while grabbing take-out…’

That’s some bull-shit that just happened to me—let’s hope none of the following Summer related bull-shit happens to you…

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Fear not my friends.  You can salvage your Summer with stunning ease by partaking in one or both of the following activities…

~Ron-Yves Strouteau

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This Old Blog…

Repeat visitors are noticing that our site looks different.  “Who gives a shit?” you’re saying.  “Exactly”, is what we’re saying…

We felt it was time for a site-makeover so I started in with a little tummy-tuck, a tan and two fake boobs (fraudulent rack)—then I  moved on to a slathery USB Botoxing session with an encore of having it hold on to both sidebars while asking Jeeves to Google and Bing the backside of  it’s YouTube like a Boing-Boing to the back of your Header-Image…

Unfortunately, the blood tests came back positive for Skype…

By the way, I’ve been asked why we chose Such Tight Slacks for the name of our blog…Well, it originated after watching a hockey game, consuming a couple of Molsons and happening upon the following videos…

Happy Trails!

~Ron-Yves Strouteau

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