Thighs Wide Shut

the painter of the first postcard for the Magic Kingdom in Disneyland (+ other Disney stuffs)
Wash St’s Cougar-head logo creator
the 9 S.I. cover shooter
a non-64 Commodore
Mr 5145 At Bats
Walgreen Jr
Big Jinx
Daddy Orr
My sister Eileen
not Sheb Wooley, but…
ye olde carpet muncher
Mr Baltimore Inner Harbor
the father of modern newspaper design
that British dude with that very long British face
the only legendary Taiwanese puppet master EVER
the ‘How well does your car stand up to heavy traffic?’ questioner
& Les Que Sera²er who has won 2 more Best Original Song Oscars than Three 6 Mafia

Q: What’s the mos pointless thingamajig that they taught us in school?

Virgin Airways America aims to be the next JetBlue, cept instead of entertaining their passengers with 11 hours of sitting on a runway, theys gots a lot mo goodies in sto! No word if lapdances from their fine stewardesses are in the cards

Whatevs.org gets tits long awaited facelift, now with double the amount of ecoutez, regardez and lisez, for her pleasure!

the greatestist February 19th posting ever by CityRag

John Turturro, a real man’s lady

Mischa Barfron wears garbage bags, pumps gas, still a piece of a$$

The Amy Sedaris Craft Challenge

How will stars be arranged on the flag if the U.S. ever has 51 states? What about 52, when there’s a West Carolina and a Texas 2?

British boobs are the breast, and who wouldn’t drink to that? [Brawny Man Stein]

UK Mac ads that live free of Justin Long

touching photos of unusual animal friendships… feel free to tocuh

qwik, run! from camera!

Dead Sodas, most of which reside in the Pepsi graveyard [Paxman]

our unofficially sanctioned restaurant that we’ve never dined at: Pies -n- Thighs

and although I usually abstain from postin the usual crapola on a stick that goes round the webster, I couldn’t resist…

sorry Brits, but they already casted and filmed V for Vendetta

and wanna go swimmin’ in my Oscar pool??
11 dolla entry fee, pay by paypal (use thighmaster@thighswideshut.org), and if u is payin, please tell me your ENTRY NAME so i wont have to guess

Group Name: Kelly Leak Takes A Leak
Group Password: badnews

best of luck!
i mean
breast of lick!

North Cak-a-laka, I’ve returns
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for your gherkins, some jerkin, and (I wish) Joanna Kerns

apparently nothing comes for free

even in this land of northern Dixie

for Big Ben‘s nuptials
everyone was on hand

Hofnads, E Tata, Mule-Her, Mc Ted
and flubvs course, Marv, my main man

anyone who’s everyone knows
Bojangles aint no Popeyes

but after downin 16372 of dem yumcredible biscuit sangwiches
I’d allow it again and again to all go straight to my thighs

had me some shakes at the Steak
& the Cook Out that were mad fine

but at the end of the day I shall sing the praises of Cheerwine

the only thing that was a whisperin’

were dem smelly farts dat my a$$ was emittin’

all the NCers seem to be free from ‘tude

which probably has nothing to do with why
their menus are as greasy as the food

while I’m not a huge fan of vinegar based BBQ sauce

this plate was heaven and I was a hog, Boss!

Mr Belding, Tony Romo, no ribs or bells, but plenty of Journey

[The Thinker]

Hairstyle Names From 1970s Ebony Ad [GMask]

Panda Sneeze

Super Bowl Standings
…who knew dat the Vikes blew as much as the Bills did?
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Zachary Allen, heavy on talent, light in loafers

[Cruisespanko]

Every Playboy Centerfold mt everest [NSFW]

Mumsy & Papa Thigh Master have given me a great many gifts through nature and nurture, but an unyielding love for those greasy, barely digestible sliders that comes in a tiny box could be the greatestest of them all. Yes, I’m talkin about White Castle, which many of you probably had never heard of before Karold and Humar went there, and if you were in the know you are either a hater or a lover, for there’s no middleground when it comes to the WC. M & P grew up in the Midwest, which apparently is the stronghold of amazin American junk food (see Steak ‘n Shake for more indigestion), so they were practically raised on the lil hamburgers, in additional to Li’l Abner. Although they raised their family in a kingdom/metropolitan area with no WC franchise in sight, they always made it a point to eat at one whenever our paths crossed with one. It is that lasting legacy that brought me and the Thighmistress (poor girl) to the mos yumcredible Valentine’s Day event of our generation: a reservation-required candle-lit romantic dinner at White Castle, complete with waiter service^$