Comments on: someone’s taken my place

By: Firepower

Firepower — Thu, 13 May 2010 17:52:08 +0000

YOU live in the Holyland
of Beer and COFFEE CRISP,
yet you Coors Lite and Hersey Bar it.
thats so totally iconoclastic

By: liz

liz — Thu, 13 May 2010 16:50:31 +0000

cecilia is one of my most favorite songs in the whole wide world!!! I like to sing along loudly and clap to it. hooray!

By: Chris

Chris — Thu, 13 May 2010 16:25:54 +0000

I enjoy that you stop mid-dance to pull the coffee table out of the way. Good shit.

Joshua Jesserman, I’m almost at a loss for words, sir.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Thu, 13 May 2010 13:34:58 +0000

take the place of the minx?? is that even possible

By: lexi

lexi — Thu, 13 May 2010 06:00:34 +0000

nice retarded video!

had a giggle at you trying to move the massive table.. I dunno I had a shit day.. and it amused me

By: Gledwood

Gledwood — Wed, 12 May 2010 23:22:37 +0000

trains rule
i remember this conservative american coming on british tv blithering on about how every family has the right to car travel and how it’s their own personal bubble of space and how you can never get that on a train and i remember realizing this person has probably never gone further by rail than a few stops on the New York subway… no-one who’s gone across france 200 miles an hour by tgv ever says nah i’d rather have gone by car

just as long as i didn’t have to be poked up the anus by a ticket inspector

btw i did have something important to say but Mr Joshua Jesserman distracted me

By: chrissy

chrissy — Wed, 12 May 2010 22:46:02 +0000

woah best video yet!!!

By: Mr. Joshua Jesserman

Mr. Joshua Jesserman — Wed, 12 May 2010 22:24:27 +0000

I see from your pictures you are on a train.

I used to take trains all the time when I was a young lad in the mid-fifties. We lived in Northern India, on account of the fact that my father had a posting there. Train was the only way to get around. I remember I’d like to spend my train money on sweets so I never had enough money for the fare. I ended up making a little deal with the conductor, I believe his name was Mr. Jooma. In exchange for letting me ride the train for free I’d let him stick a finger in my asshole. Being a young boy of 13, I couldn’t quite understand why he wanted to do that. I’d watch him continue to take tickets all the while holding his finger to his nose. I guess he just liked the way it smelled. He continued to do that for the rest of the summer. He had his stinky finger and I had my sweets. Good times.