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the link below is of a mildly entertaining flash animation if you're a nerdy computer type but having been out of the internet loop for a while, this thing may be old as the curdled milk in your grandma's boobs. don't say i didn't warn you (i.e. about your grandma's curdled milk).
everyone's doing it so like a mindless cockroach, i'll follow suit.
this is supposed to be me. clearly the creator of the Simpsons avatar, uh, creator, is a white dude. no asian features can be added to avatars, most notably my flat and flavorless buttocks and sparse fu-man-chu mustache.
i got nothing more. peace out, punk asses
5 consecutive overnight trains to reach Mongolia for this damn festival. was it worth it? my pictures say yes, my sensitive buttcheeks say no. only history will tell.
the Nadaam Festival is Mongolia's premiere national event complete with all sports related to their heritage and nomadic lifestyle: archery, wrestling, horse racing and an obscure event called anklebone shooting. in the world's least populated country (4.3 people per square mile) where many people still practice a nomadic lifestyle, these sports take on a greater meaning due to the simple fact that they're not intended solely for the delight of overweight package tourists. the festival is kicked off by Olympics-esque opening ceremonies and doesn't finish until 3 days later when a ceremonial sheep is gently escorted out of Ulan Bataar's central stadium. honestly, i couldn't make up the bit about the well dressed ceremonial sheep if i wanted to.
and here, some teaser photos (more to come eventually):
female archer:
(more fotos after the jump)
wrastling:
(i'm sorry to say but the homoeroticism in tight outfitted wrestling never fails to charge my imagination. it's unavoidable, really... i graduated from an all-boys catholic elementary school)
horse racing fan:
i'm on a train riding rampage in China trying to get my hairless arse to Mongolia. i only have time to offer a silly filler post because i haven't been meeting my daily blogging obligation. suck on these pictures for a while and for those of you that already view my flickr.com photos, stop reading right here. (I SAID STOP READING!)
The Sheepman photo turned me on more than you'll ever know... or you'll ever wanna know. I couldn't walk for a full 45 minutes after i first saw the sheep's head buried in his master's crotch.
(more after the jump)
There's something about this guy's style that i really cared for. I can't explain it but I think it's partly about the 3 piece suit. or maybe it's the camel toe (aka "moose paw" in Canada).
And no blog entry is ever complete without child nudity so here you go you insatiable scumlords:
