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by Pete Puma Dudes...I'm writing this shit on what's gotta be the saddest day of my totally awesome life. Assholes who've never been to The Rip House have no fuckin' clue who Uncle Otto is cause dude would never let me mention his ass while he was alive. He didn't read our stuff but he told me, "If I hear from any asshole that you or Butch so much as mentioned my ass on that piece of shit web site of yours, I'm gonna ram a barbell so far up your ass, it's gonna knock those skanky teeth right outta your fuckin' head." Now, I totally love pumpin' iron but I'm not so crazy about the idea of havin' it shoved up my butthole, so you douches haven't heard word one about Uncle Otto...until now. Last Updated ( Monday, 01 February 2010 17:09 ) |
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While Mr. Puma is on a three days long steroid and sex-fueled bender, I've been "asked" (I'm being polite) to write a guest article in his absence. My name is Swami Aadhinarayanan or, as Mr. Puma has named me, Pete's Swami. As I've explained to Mr. Puma on numerous occasions, I am not, in reality, a swami at all. I am merely an immigrant from the Indian state of Maharashtra, previously studying at a well-known American university in order to find lucrative employment and send money back to my large, impoverished family back in my homeland. Last Updated ( Friday, 22 January 2010 14:09 ) Last Updated ( Sunday, 17 January 2010 14:59 ) |

by Swami Aadhinarayanan (aka 'Pete's Swami') - Pictures chosen by Mr. Puma




