We were featuring StairPorn.org this week (If stairs turn you on, this is your blog.), but it appears the moral police have shut it down. Just kidding. It was only photos of stairs. but it is gone, nonetheless.
Instead, we turn to a blog on a crusade to shame inconsiderate people. -Head Trickster
I especially like the part where she sings, "Don't make me sing this part of the song. The lyrics are so bad, so we're going to skip ahead to the single ladies part instead." The lyrics she skipped are:
"Don't treat me to the things of the world. I'm not that kind of girl. Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve. Here's a man that makes me then takes me, and delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond. Pull me into your arms, say I'm the one you own. If you don't, you'll be alone and like a ghost I'll be gone."
In his youth, the Head Trickster had a much sneakier hidden shelf, and also a serviceable hollow book for the squirt gun. This hidden shelf is good, but fails to meet an essential requirement of an effective hiding place: something the casual or serious observer will not find of interest. That's why the Trickster's secret compartment was a hinged bit of door facing and the hollow book was a much abused copy of Stevenson's Stories for Boys. -Head Trickster
This blog was introduced to us long ago by a faithful reader. We don't get it, but clearly many do, judging from the number of videos that have been submitted. -Head Trickster