Hugo Yunker: Hunter Becomes Prey

YanYan aka Hugo Yunker


YanYan aka Hugo Yunker with titties and spoon necklace


I really like YanYan. I hate to admit that because she's kind of cocky and i wouldn't want to feed her ego. She often says, writes or creates things that makes me say, "I wish I had thought of that." Most of our communication has been saying really terrible things to each other over the internet. She drinks sparks and eats sardines every night for dinner.

She herself is the broad that has combed endless porn sites, finding people we mutually know engaged in publicly viewable sex acts. Her direct discoveries have wound up on Wee Ginger Cunt no less than 3 times, maybe 4. This is an important fact because in a classier and way rad way SHE has joined the ranks of internet porn personality when she modeled for Richard Kern and became the subject of an episode of the Vice TV show, Shot by Kern. She’s fucking stoked to be shot by such a revered shutterbug and I’m fucking stoked to FINALLY see her vagina. I thought Chinese girls’ pussies opened left to right?!??


If you like to see her speak and move those bare breasts and that spoon necklace around please see here:

old friends

I used to ask to copy your algebra homework before class.

...I was totally asking for the wrong favor.

Things I Like

If Luxey can do a Things I Like entry, so can The Kid.
Here are just a few of the Things I Like...

1. Dodgers Fitted Caps


2. Accomplishing Goals


3. Ginger Stuff


4. Books from The 70s about Metaphysics


5. Baby Girls


6. Hearts and Arrows

Girls in Yoga: Popping a major 3rd eye boner

Girls in Yoga.

Boy, are there girls in Yoga. The Kind of dark girls with short, tight workout shorts emblazoned with 3 stripes descending their hips; letting me know they're trendy and brand-conscience.

The kind of tanned, toned girls you would see on college campuses, but you'd never know. With olive skin that makes you guess that they are half Italian and half Jewish.
With shiny, thick hair the color of 8:30 PM, pulled back tightly and either spurting from the back of their heads like a confused volcano or wrapped into a less-than-taught bun, resembling the type of brain cactus you can buy from Home Depot.

Our Yoga is performed in a hot room and as the girls warm-up their tiny Adidas shorts and white sports bras become translucent, like delicate membranes; a second skin to protect their real skin from parasitic eyes.

As they warm up beads of sweat race down their bodies like they themselves race to class in places like USC, vanilla soy latte in-tow.
Early-bird beads begin first descending at a steady pace, because they have time. Descending their necks and arms.
Then, the late-comer beads race down their spines, bent on catching up, like they race to French class in places like Madison, Wisconsin or Tempe, Arizona; where I pretended to go to school.

The sweet sweat, which surely tastes of sugar water, scales their spines, surpasses the smalls of their backs, where it is swallowed by the exposed cracks of their glorious asses, like sideways smiles, slurping the last bit of hard lemonade from their red, plastic cups in places like Ann Arbor, Michigan or Tempe, Arizona, where I pretended to attend college.

The girls in my life are tall and airy and aristocratic.

The girls in yoga are shorter, more compact and rooted in reality, with thick muscular stems. They look like they could crack a walnut between their thighs. God, I would love to be that walnut, lying before my momentary obsession, crack-shelled and exposed, as I would most certainly, eventually be. Offering my pulp-self because that is all I have left to offer.

Red-Headed Slut: Gingers in Fashion

I was stoked to see that Dov has found a delicious little Ginger Snap to represent the entire sport of swimming this summer.

Jesus Christ, those titties! Those aren't tits you motorboat. I do believe you'd battleship those motherfuckers.

Yours in Redness,
Restless Leezy