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Wednesday, June 30

postheadericon New Stuporgirl!


It's not even 3:30 am but it is Wednesday, so here's your weekly edition of Stuporgirl! Let's visit our hero in one of her super important business meetings, shall we?



Enjoy! I have a good, though short post cookin' up for tomorrow later today, so stay tuned!



11 comments:

Emily said...

This is my favorite Stuporgirl yet! Bahahahahaha! I bet that's what ALL her "mogul meetings" look like.

imoutofit said...

That or she can't even find stuffed animals around her apartcondomansion she has to use paper plates and draw faces on them! She then refers to said paper plate faces as her business "associates".

Ben said...

I bet she makes a rule where she's the only one allowed to own Boardwalk and Park Place because "she's been there".

Nikky Raney said...

Hey can you guys help me promote this -> http://bit.ly/aQaYbL I talk about the rot spot in it :) xoxo It's my last post about Tila & it includes the e-mail she wrote me.

catdeeley said...

Gosh that woman..dont get me started on her..did anyone else say her advert for penis enlargement products? jeeeeeez

BKiddo said...

Ha! This edition is great!
This must be why she thinks she can buy 3 houses and everything costs her $30k
There's soo much funny in this edition.

Thanks!

Isis said...

@Ben

She would call dibs on Boardwalk and Park Place: all the idiots who think they know how to play Monopoly do that ;)

apocryphalyou said...

This by far is my favorite Stuporgirl.

A smiling whore with vacant eyes devoid of any... any -- well anything. The strategically placed bruises are a fruity and robust promise of future domestic violence lolsuits and charges for real-life imaginary baby daddies, and what? Yes just a hint, a whiff of sex and shame to bring out the tartness of her business associates, Mr. Crazy Eye Clown Pants Jamal, her staff pap and Go-Jo the Dead Monkey.

The monopoly board is what transports this vintage, reminding one of the gentle olive tree covered hills of the Tuscan landscape, when it is really just an average-sized late 90's modern condomansion bedroom full of ashtrays and cigarettes, red bull cans and despair, cereal and roach shit, dog piss, self hate, tampon wrappers and piles of tear-stained, crumpled hand-written letters to Satan, begging to be a pen pal for a blow job.

This is a fine Stuporgirl, a good vintage, and best served on a fine site such as this, along with crackers and penicillin.

Kat said...

Oh God, I fucking love stuporgirl, it never fails to bring the lols.

alison m m said...

R.I.P. stuporgirl

Treva said...

Ahhhh!! Is Alison retiring Stuporgirl?? :(

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