Beware human! You are now upon the threshold of Tricky-Dick’s
Hall of Antiquities!
(archives)
Take My hand, and you’re halfway there; to a hoary vault of horrors pried from the darkest abyss of mankind’s heart!…and saucy quips …horrors and saucy quips…
That Time Forgot!
Prepare to have your mind tentacle raped!
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Main articals:

• the Hall of Hidous Feet!
• On the Road with maniacs!
• Lets put an artist into the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame before they die, for once! (Lemmy)
• Anorexic love story! (WARNING: you may get a speck of dust in your eye while reading this)
• Dick’s Dating Tips for men!
• Hobo wannabe’s!
• Dino Style!
• You will never be as manly as Oliver Reed! (that go double for you woman)
• Screamin’ Jay Hawkins!
• Buy my sister’s Merch!
• Massive Trikes!
• Where are all the giant carnivorous plants?
• Ancient Dildos!
• Hall of Two Headed Tragedies!
• How to poop!
• Nightmare Hare House of Horrors!
• Dogs Playing Poker!
• I long for a future filled with cubic yards of pork!
• 
  Dick’s Holy Hairstyle!
• How to get fucked by a double ended standard!
• How to Poop! II

Hall Of Douchebags

Turns out this was a stupid idea, because I would actually doing the Douchebags a service by acknowleging them. I may change my mind later for a really spectacular fuck-job, but for now the Hall has been closed. Sorry douchebags!

SUE
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Because maybe your nightmares were missing something.

How did Jimmy Olsen get so fine?

Fare thee well Monkey Nipples (http://monkeynipples.stumbleupon.com/)
We barely knew ya.

Oliver Reed
(is manlier than you)

Reed out-Dickensed Dickens with his thoroughly despicable Bill Sikes.

A rare non-menacing pose.

Tell me this isn’t unfrozen caveman lawyer.

Ollie fondly reminiscing of the time he drank a case of beer, a magnum of wine, a gallon of scotch, beat 25 men at armwrestling, squeesed 42 pairs of tits, ate an entire side of beef, smoked a box of cuban cigars, and had sex with everybody…. No wait…he’s unconscious in this one… SORRY!

OK, imagine that it’s the 60’s. You’ve just been invited to a party up at the spooky mansion by the graveyard across town. The invite was from a “Dr. Acula”. You go because it’s supposed to be a huge event. On your way up the creaking steps you hear rock-and-roll music but when you listen closely you hear the faint sounds of maniacal laughter, moaning, and chains rattling. You approach the door and use the satanic looking knocker. The door swings open and this is the guy who takes your coat and hat.

Gettin’ a little porky Ollie, but check that righteous ‘stache… perfect use for all that surplus upper lip area of his.

This is about as tough as any man could ever look wilst sitting in a restaurant booth.

Oliver Reed was the gnarliest honest-to-god-bad-ass ever to portray a bad-ass on screen. Just look at this guy… he looks like Mr.Hyde, plus he’s got all kinds of street rep from beating up hundreds of strangers in barfights. He had knife scars on his face from fights HE WON! He’s been stabbed, sucker-punched and clubbed and yet, he always managed to clean the floor with the sorry scoundrel that met his prehistoric gaze. He drank prodigious amounts of booze, arm-wrestled, spat, and played rugby. The man must have sweat pure testosterone. So dedicate all of your future toasts “Cheers to Oliver Reed!” because toasting to Ollie is sure to grant you cosmic permission to drink as much booze as you want, any time of the day, any day of the week.

The Vapor Trail
Random Brutal Love Master (RBLM)

Here today, gone today. You are The Vapor Trail. Are you in a relationship now?

Your exact male opposite:
The Backrubber

Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer What about now?

Vapor Trails can be highly charismatic people–unpredictable, confident, and magnetic. You’re experienced. You know how to handle yourself in a relationship, and many people appreciate that. Many people, all in a row.

You’ve had your share of blissful beginnings, to be sure. But things almost never turn out how you’d like, do they? The problem is you’re never happy with someone for an extended period of time. Relate to the following:

Vapor Trails especially need a girl who will laugh at their jokes. They’re also the most likely male type to be haunted by serious regret.

FACT: A few of your exes, the ones you were best to, will always love you. Nice going.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Intern (DGSD), The Maid of Honor (DGLM)

CONSIDER: The Sudden Departure (RBLM)

Link: The Online Dating Persona Test @ OkCupid – free online dating.

SUE
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OK, there are lots of doctored up pictures of Cheny out there; Some with devil horns and coal like eyes. Some where he’s dressed up like Vader or like an S&M leather boy. There’s Cheneys leering over ‘Dubya marionettes, muscle bound Cheneys pulling the limbs off people, Cheney’s carving up globes of the earth like a Christmas goose, and hundreds more twisted Cheneys.
The thing is, it isn’t even necessary to show these “evil Cheneys”. The real DICK is so much more menacing than anything ever whipped up by Photoshop. I mean this guy is so evil, he doesn’t even bother concealing his reptilian nature. He’s all like “Thats right! I’m Cheney! My car runs on orphans! Deal with it.”
He just walks around in his shabby suits, with that Frankenstein-like “fire bad!” face of his. The only time he halfway smiles is when he’s lying to reporters. And if you don’t like that, he’ll shoot you in the fucking face. Cheney doesn’t care what you think. He doesn’t even have a spin doctor.
Cheney’s philosophy is “I’m going to fuck the world good and hard and if anyone asks ‘Hey, who’s fucking the world so hard?’ I want you to say ‘Cheney. That’s who.'”

Dick snarling at the frightened villagers.

You gotta love that kooky strangling the air thing he does.

“Hey guys, what’s this meeting about? …World peace!? BO-RING!! This is so gay…

Cheney at a banquet, showing what he traded to Satan to get his pair of flying shoes.

Cheney hearing the sound of money being wasted on the poor. “RRRAAARR! CHENEY ANGRY!!”

Further reading…

SUE
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http://www.passionateamerica.com/dont-pay-taxes-how-to-get-the-government-to-listen-to-us/

Fuck ’em! Power in numbers people! Spread the word and stand up proudly as a patriot! Don’t pay your federal taxes!
DISCLAIMER: Ticky-Dick does not endorse this message.

SUE
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This guy is telling it the way it is. He’s very objective on his views and is describing the distilled essence of how the United States isn’t at all what people assume it to be and hasn’t been for years. If you find what he has to say hard to believe, it isn’t because what he is saying is in any way irrational, it is simply because its an unpleasant concept. Watch the video. Watch the full one. Educate yourself, and educate the ones around you. Choosing to remain indifferent and apathetic does not spare you of guilt.

SUE
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Very interesting…. He’s (she’s?) simulating the sound of the FIRST electronic instrument (the Theremin to you humans) by the combining a Hammond era organ (a Moog) and a state of the art videogame controller. Amazing!

The Theremin whateverthefuck synth.

The CIA developes a crack based cheese.

A rare “hook hoof” deer. They say these elusive creatures, lurk among the treetops, hanging upside down and spring upon unwary hunters with a blood curdling screech, They then paralyze them with a potent neurotoxin secreted from their antlers, and lay their eggs on their bodies before cocooning them in birch bark, mud and saliva.