Friday, September 29, 2006

But in General, a Nice Drunk

You Are Guinness

You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world.
Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.
When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well.
But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.


Well, I wouldn't say people who drink watered-down beer disgust me, but the part about me becoming a know-it-all. . . . Okay, it's all true.

Happy?

Because Brown Babies Are Cuter

BabyTan
Address:
1655 Summit St
Seattle Washington
U.S.A.
Phone Number:

Fax:


In early March we went on vacation to the Virgin Islands. Since my baby had never been away from the NW winter we took him to BabyTan so that one he would not get burnt and two he would fit in with his fellow sunworshippers.

Well first they made him too orange. Britney the asst mgr said that was normal and it would turn brown in a day. He never did. Then they forgot to take off his diaper so he had a tan line. They said they couldn't take off his diaper because he might soil their place. Hello you're BabyTan! That's your problem.

He is just getting over his orange state and they almost ruined our vacation. I threatened Britney and BabyTan that if I didn't get a refund by May I would report them here and they can deal with the Rip-Off Report.

Nancy
Mill Creek, Washington
U.S.A.


She also has a complaint against the nice gentleman who sold her Baby Crack. According to the report, the euphoria lasted less than the ten minutes promised and the drug destroyed his ability to get substanance from her breasts, as he now saves his sucking for his Johns and their sweet, sweet rock money. I'm siding with her on that one.

CBS | Late Show Top Ten Chapter Titles in Jim McGreevey's Book Presented by "Former" NJ Gov. Jim McGreevey



10. "The Day I Got Caught Governing Myself"
9. "How to Pretend to Like Girls for 47 Years"
8. "From Schwarzenegger to Pataki: Governors I'd Like to Oil Up" . . .
3. Politicians Who Left a Bad Taste in My Mouth"
1. "Why I Don't Like Bush"


And the lesson here is, "Don't stand up Letterman." His writing team gets pissy when you do that.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Oh, You're Getting One. You Are Soooooo Getting One


Enjoy sending a completely original spring loaded surprise to those on your A-Hole list...They will receive their specially gift wrapped glossy white box, cut the fancy bow and KA-BOINNNGGG! A custom made Spring Loaded Ass in their face will shock and surprise them!

Let AssInTheBox show those who deserve some jeers, your 'Pressed-Ham best', without shoving your own ass up to their living room window and running off, only to have your pants fall down around your ankles, trip in the lawn and let the neighborhood get full visual of skidmark city.


This is going to be the best Christmas EVER!

In Case of Rapture, Can I Have Your Car?

He may have played nerdy eighth-grader Samuel (Screech) Powers in the sitcom 'Saved by the Bell.' But former TV geek Dustin Diamond can now take his place with Colin Farrell, Tommy Lee and Kid Rock as the star of his very own sex tape.

Everyone who remembers Diamond as a lovable putz is in for a shock once they see a 40-minute video in which he engages in a kinky three-way with two women, sources tell us.

We can't get too graphic here, but word is that the action includes some bodily functions and an act known as a 'Dirty Sanchez.'



I'm sorry: I want to comment on the "Dirty Sanchez," but I can't get beyond the part where Screech is in a three-way with two women.

Obviously, the world is ending. Repent while you still can.

A Divorce Lullaby: "Why Mommie Left Us"



...Cause
Daddy likes porno and ten-dollar whores,
Daddy gets wasted and robs liquor stores,
Daddy likes rubbing against little boys on the bus.
That's why Mommie left us. . . .

Soon it will be like it was before.
Any minute she will walk through that front door.

But Daddy plays poker and drinks lots of beer,
Then he wants sex that involves Mommie's rear,
Daddy has sores on his naughty parts oozing with pus.
I think that's why Mommy left us.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Loman. Biff Loman

Teaching a dork like Napoleon Dynamite to score with the ladies is a difficult task. But acing our scoundrels quiz is even tougher. Do you know all there is to know about Bond's womanizing or Eddie Murphy's macking?


0-3 correct: You're not much of a scoundrel. . . .

Apparently, my scoundrel cred comes down to knowing what "epistolary" means, what body part Sandra Oh broke, and that Grace Jones has a scary vagina. That sucks.

But I'm a lover, not a scoundrel. I can live with that.

Miss Piggy in Wet Leather

Monday, September 25, 2006

Mr. Picassohead

I Want My Dollar Back



How many times do we have to tell you? These women are trained professionals: Don't try this at home.

I'm Shocked -- SHOCKED! -- to Hear White Men Used Racial Slurs to Describe Blacks in the Late 60s and Early 70s. Please Join Me in My Outrage

In public statements, Allen has said that he realized later in life that the Confederate flag was a symbol of violence for black Americans, and he has expressed some regret. 'There are a lot of things that I wish I had learned earlier in life,' Allen said in an appearance this month on NBC's 'Meet the Press.' But Allen has maintained that he never harbored any discriminatory attitudes toward blacks. 'Even if your heart is pure, the things you say and do and the symbols you use matter because of how others may take them,' he said in the prepared transcript for remarks to a luncheon with black educators on Sept. 13.


"For instance," he said, "I have a gas-powered burning cross that I light in my backyard to scare the animals and control pests, you know? But then, my black friend Joseph told me he was offended by it. I apologized immediately.

"I hope you understand that by 'black friend,' I meant my 78-year-old house boy, and by 'apologized' I meant 'told him he didn't have to light it, anymore,' which, of course, means I fired his uppity ass.

"But I digress. The point is you have to take into account how others perceive the things you say and the things you use to represent your beliefs."

Sunday, September 24, 2006

The Nerds Asked for More, and I Said, "What the Hell"

Friday, September 22, 2006

Your Answers May Vary

Why the Citizenship Test pops up only when there's an immigration debate is beyond my understanding. Anyhoo, I took the exam just for fun.

1. How many changes or amendments are there to the Constitution? The constitution changes each time a judge hears a case. You've been warned.

2. How many voting members are in the House of Representatives? 435, but most of them are too busy raising funds for re-election to bother.

3. What were the original 13 states? Fortunate the French could not foresee a day in which America referred to them as cheese-eating, surrender monkeys.

4. Who said, 'Give me liberty or give me death?' A prisoner in Gitmo, but he was quickly water-boarded into amending his declaration to be "Could someone help me? I've crapped myself."

5. Who was the main writer of the Declaration of Independence? John Locke, but since he isn't American, he gets little credit.

6. Who becomes President of the United States if the president and the vice-president should die? That's too frightening a proposition to think about.

7. What do the stripes on the flag mean? We will not be under-sold.

8. Who has the power to declare war? Technically, the Congress, but those pussies haven't used that power since WWII. Thankfully, we've managed without them just fine.

9. Which countries were our enemies during World War II? They all were, but only Italy, Germany and Japan had the guts to admit it. [Sorry. I was channelling Patton there, for a minute.]

10. In what year was the Constitution written? I'm sorry: Could you rephrase that into a question whose answer isn't "Who gives a shit?" I'm trying to run a family blog, here.

11. What are the first 10 amendments to the Constitution called? A farce or, at least, that's what they've been called for the past 6 years.

12. Name one purpose of the United Nations. U.S. Whipping Boy.

13. Whose rights are guaranteed by the Constitution and the Bill of Rights? All persons living within the borders of a Con-Law example.

14. For how long do we elect each senator? A senator's term lasts until the press discovers him in bed with a live goat or a dead hooker.

15. Name a right guaranteed by the First Amendment. I would, but I'm afraid the government might be listening.


So, how'd I do?

"A White Woman Once Asked Me if I Hated White People. I Told Her 'No, But I Probably Should.'" -- Malcolm X



"I also have a dream. I have a dream that one day, a little white child and a little black child will sit together in peace and harmony. I have a dream that that little white child will then steal that little black child's lollipop and laugh at the little black child, just as the white man has been degrading, stealing from and abusing the black man for the last 400 years.

"And that little black child will cry, as all black men and women have, over the cruelty and greed of thewhite man. But, friends, my dream does not end there.

"Brothers and sisters, I have a dream that that little black child will get up, still choking back tears, and go out in search of the biggest, sturdiest stick he can find. And I have a dream that he will return to where that little white child sits sucking away on the lollipop that does not belong to him.

"Brothers and sisters, I ahve a dream that that little black child will then commence to whaling on that little white boy's hide like he's never been beat on before in his life. I have a dream that he will beat that little white boy like a red-headed stepchild until that son of a bitch soils his drawers."


Can you believe someone actually shot him?

Would You Call That Swimwear or Activewear?


Vizeau is the largest e-tailer for Men's Designer Swimwear and Activewear. Viseau is a small town in France. When our founder (Marcusrock) started his men's apparel company, he bought the tradition of the Old World into a modern, high-tech, capitalist structure of business. Being a European man, he understands the irony of losing a part of the past in search of a future. Most surnames get adapted or homogenised: Johanssen into Johnson, for example. Vizeau is a reminder of the transition and the reflection of a way of life in the most entrepreneurial culture in the world. It is one of a few privately-held companies without censorship in their poduct development.


"Without censorship in their product development": Yeah, I would say that's right.

No Offense to Their Legal Team, but Had They Used The Law Offices of Satan, Belial, and Beelzebub, They Would've Fared Better

Last week, archaeologists working in the caves near Qumran, where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found half a century ago, discovered a redlined re-draft of the contract. By comparing this early version of the Covenant to the one that ultimately made its way into Exodus, scholars now surmise the Israelites not only wrestled with their God on many of the issues, but most likely had lawyers present, as well.

A partial translation follows:

This Covenant (“Covenant”) is entered into as of this day, the first day of the third month after the Exodus from Egypt, between Yahweh (hereinafter referred to as “Party of the First Part,” and legally defined as “The Lord, God”) and the People of Israel (hereinafter referred to as “Party of the Second Part,” and legally defined as “The Chosen People”).

NOW, THEREFORE, IT IS AGREED BY AND BETWEEN THE PARTIES HERETO:

1. The Party of the Second Part hereby waives the right to enter into any Covenant with another God, including, but not limited to: Dharmic deities, pantheistic and henotheistic Gods, or any God that would be so frivolous as to play dice with the universe.

2. The Party of the Second Part may not produce or distribute a sculpted image, idol, or icon, in whole or in part, of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth, without the prior written consent of a consulting firm that specializes in branding or brand strategy pre-approved by the Party of the First Part (n.b., Ogilvy & Mather; see Exhibit A for complete list).

3. The Party of the Second Part shall not swear falsely by the name of the Party of the First Part except under the following two (2) proviso(s):

i) You lose your dry cleaning claim ticket (e.g., “God damnit!”)
ii) You strike your thumb with a hammer (e.g., God fucking damnit!
)


That's it! See? This is why the righteous should never be allowed to negotiate for the sinful: They have little imagination in areas where the damned's imagination and actions flower.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

My Friends Haven't Learned: They're Still Sending Me Email



Mummy and daddy
you may not be ready
But I'm overcome with joy.
It might be hard to swallow
But I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love with a boy.


Well, duh!

Oddly enough, the smell of leather puts me in the mood, too.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I Teach because I Care -- about the Children



Something Awful has a bunch of these up. As with most things, it's hit or miss, but if you've got a few minutes to kill, check it out.

The creative among you can make your own.

"Oh, You Can Stop with the Protesting. You're Getting One."


Welcome to Supersexysockmonkey.com. Home of the sexiest sock monkeys online.


Sweet! All my Christmas shopping done before October!

"One, Hold Breath. Two, Align Sights. Three, Gently -- I Said Gently! -- Pull Trigger



This is a textbook example of how Murrkan Hero Sean Hannity continually interrupts his liberal guests. Liberal pushover co-host Alan Colmes was replaced this night by a liberal she-harridan almost as vicious as Hannity. This is odd, because Faux News has a clearly stated policy in place: if Colmes can't make it, get someone lower-key... perhaps from an old-age home or a morgue. The she-harridan and Murrkan Heroine Ann Coulter don't get along. Ann loses her cool and storms off the set. That'll show the liberals!


Something you don't see every day from a site you don't see every day.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

And Then, the Head Raven Said, "Bring Out the Gimp"

In the early-morning hours, the midnight-black bird with beady eyes peered into the visitor center window and then banged its anvillike beak on the glass for hours on end, clawing and pecking until it was bloody red. . . .

The staff, perplexed by the unusual behavior, called in an ornithologist to diagnose the disturbed bird. . . .

The ravens have been tearing the rubber blades right out from the windshield wipers of cars parked near the visitor center.

Cathi Jones, natural resource manager at North Cascades National Park, suspects the male raven to be the culprit, but she isn't positive.


The ravens could be bored, looking for a challenge -- we really don't know," Jones said. "Or maybe they have a fetish with rubber."


I wouldn't be surprised. Last time I ran into one of these Seattle ravens, it was outside of my office. He had on some wet leather chaps. There was a silver chain running through the hoops in the piercings in his breast and his Prince Albert. Bold, like the ravens in this story, he was rubbing himself suggestively against my leg, squawking, "How do you know you wouldn't like it! - Caw - "How do you know you wouldn't like it!" Nope, it wouldn't surprise me at all to hear one was into rubber.

There's a Word for This: Ira-. Iron- ... Oh, Yeah, I Got It: Fucked Up

A blind man who invented curbside markers to help the sight-impaired was struck and killed while crossing a highway, the authorities said.

Kevin Stockton, 47, of Glide was hit by a van traveling on state Route 138 East and then by a pickup, the Oregon State Police said. Stockton died at the scene Friday night, and neither driver was injured, police said. . . .

"He developed Blind Signs to keep stuff like this from happening, and this is a hell of a way for the point to get across," his wife, Emmy Stockton, told The Roseburg News-Review.

Stockton was shot in the head by a high-powered rifle seven years ago, leaving him completely blind, hard of hearing and prone to seizures.


The title for this news article is Blind Inventor Killed Crossing Oregon Highway. Had I been the copy editor on duty when this came over the wire, it would've been different, something like, Man with the Worst Luck in the Fucking World Finally Out of His Misery.

A Typo Away from Laughing My Ass Off


Almost 10% of men who said they were straight had had sex with at least one man during the last twelve months, according to a new study carried out by the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene. 70% of them were married. . . .

You can read about this study in Annals of Internal Medicine.


It says, "annals." Yeah, I know what it looks like at first glance, but, seriously, grow up. Geez.

It's Better than Good. It's Nerd-tastic

"I'll Be Right Back. I've Got to Go See a Postal Worker about Some Coffee."

There will be no trial for an Ohio postal worker accused of urinating in his co-workers' coffee.

Thomas Shaheen admitted Monday that he put urine in the break room coffee pot at the Wolf Ledges, Ohio, post office branch earlier this year. Shaheen was sentenced to six months in a jail work release program. . . .

Shaheen told his former co-workers during his sentencing that he was sorry for what he did. . . .

But before he apologized and was sentenced, some of the postal employees he worked with at the transportation maintenance shop gave Shaheen a piece of their minds.

"He not only watched us drink the coffee but the majority of the shop, his own friends and fellow workers, about 20 of us all together, he would sit in the same room with people and watch them drink his sick little brew and think nothing of it," said postal worker Jene Jackson. . . .

Former co-worker Jim Jackson said, "Everybody's got their own idea on the matter, it was a pretty disgusting ordeal, but, all things considered, it still beats Starbucks."


Do you remember back in the 80s when this guy would've just shown up for work with a high-powered rifle and a bag of ammo and killed everyone? It was a simpler time, a glorious time to be a postal worker, a golden age, really, when workers handled disputes the way our forefathers did. Now, I don't even recognize the Postal Service anymore.

I blame R. Kelly.

We Should Count Our Blessings. I Mean, He Could've Been Looking at the Dog

An elderly man was arrested Thursday after neighbors made countless complaints that the man repeatedly exposed himself to women walking outside of his Stuart home. On Thursday Frank Scornavacca, 54, was arrested and charged with indecent exposure.

The Martin County sheriff's office sent in an undercover female detective along with a dog to try and catch Scornavacca in the act.

According to the arrest affidavit, when the female detective got closer to the suspect's home, Scornavacca was standing compeltely naked in his screened in porch. The detective said the man was masturbating while looking directly at her.


Isn't it entrapment if the police get you to do something you wouldn't have done otherwise? Oh, right, a man was masturbating. Never mind.

Okay, but you agree with me on this, right? Fifty-four, that's not elderly, is it?

Arrr, talk Like a Pirate Day A pence for an old man o'de sea?



My pirate name is:


Bloody John Cash



Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
part of the fidius.org network


At least, it's not another post about a penis.

The Love-Quiz . . .For Married Folks Only


Q. WHY DOES SHE SPEND THE EVENINGS ALONE?

A. Because she keeps her home immaculate, looks as pretty as she can and really loves her husband, BUT she neglects that one essential . . . personal feminine hygiene.

Q. Is this really important to married happiness?

A. Wives often lose the precious air of romance, doctors say, for lack of the intimate daintiness dependent on effective douching. For this, look to reliable "Lysol" brand disinfectant.


The past couple of days' news had been giving me Penis Trauma, so much so that in the dark moments, I'd been experiencing vagina envy and secretly asking god to send me a vagina (and not in the way that I usually do, when I'm penis secure).

But, now, a vagina just sounds like too much trouble. I think I'll stick with the wash-and-dry, attention-whore genitalia, if you don't mind.

"Please Be an Unwed Mother. Please Be an Unwed Mother"


I've noticed that publishers and advertisers have managed to make pregnancy look hot (less the swollen ankles and vomiting, of course); so, the next challenge can only be making the diaper-bag-toting, exhausted, mother-of-a-two-year old hot, too. Game on.


I desperately want the pregnant woman, so well done, BBDO.

What? I'm suppose to want the car?! That piece of shit?! Hahahahahahahahaha! Good one.

Now, seriously, can you introduce me to the model, or what?

Monday, September 18, 2006

Finding It Hard to Break the Penis Chain

Chinese surgeons have performed the world's first penis transplant on a man whose organ was damaged beyond repair in an accident this year. The incident left the man with a 1cm-long stump with which he was unable to urinate or have sexual intercourse. 'His quality of life was affected severely,' said Dr Weilie Hu, a surgeon at Guangzhou General Hospital.

Doctors spent 15 hours attaching a 10cm penis to the 44-year-old patient after the parents of a brain-dead man half his age agreed to donate their son's organ. . . .

Although the operation was a surgical success, surgeons said they had to remove the penis two weeks later. "Because of a severe psychological problem . . ., the transplanted penis regretfully had to be cut off," Dr Hu said. . . .

"Psychological consequences of hand and face allografts show that it is not so easy to use and see permanently a dead person's hands, nor is it easy to look in a mirror to see a dead person's face," [Jean-Michel Dubernard, the French surgeon who performed the world's first face transplant on a woman who had been attacked by a dog this year] wrote in the journal. "Clearly, in the Chinese case the failure at a very early stage was first psychological. It involved the recipient's wife and raised many questions.
"


Let's see here. Multiply by. . . Carry the two, and 10 cm equals. . . . Oh, I see the psychological problem. You're 44, and you tell your wife after your operation, you're going to have a 22-year-old's penis and his length: "Honey, I'm finally swinging 10 down low!" There's going to be psychological problems when that turns out to be 10 cm and not inches (sadly, only 4 of those).

"Take that thing away," she'll say.

At which point, you should remember you've still got your testicles, and say, "Honey, you can cry: that's understandable. We can go to counseling: that's reasonable. Whatever it takes, we can do, and will do, 'cause, Honey, I love you, but I'm keeping the penis."

No man should have to have his penis lopped off twice.

By the way, Andrew George, transplant expert at Imperial College, London, who considers penis transplant surgery merely cosmetic, let me, Biff Loman, penised expert, Seattle, WA, and beyond, tell you something: There is nothing cosmetic about a penis. Take a look at one sometime.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Apparently, It's Mishaps with Penises Day, Here, at The Truth*

A Nigerian murder suspect accused of killing his brother with an axe told police investigators he actually attacked a goat, which was only later magically transformed into his sibling's corpse, officials said Thursday. . . .

Murder suspects in Nigeria, where many people believe in black magic, sometimes claim spirits tricked them into killing. In 2001, eight people were burned to death after one person in their group was accused of making a bystander's penis magically disappear.


Upon investigation, it was determined that the bystander's penis did not disappear. It was just cold that day.

"That Hedgehog Would Bite You."

We contacted a member of the International Association of Witchdoctors this morning for a comment. He told us: 'This demonstrates the dangers in consulting unlicenced witchdoctors. . . .'

On the matter of premature ejaculation, he added: 'Mix one teaspoon of powdered ocelot spleen with Red Bull under a full moon. Drink one hour before attempting penetration while sitting in a pentacle formed by toad skulls.'


The difference between the two, between a licensed witch doctor and an unlicensed witch doctor, apparently, is the difference between feeling silly and embarrassed and feeling silly and embarrassed while listening to a member of the medical profession say, "We have managed to repair the damage to his penis."

Thursday, September 14, 2006

"Woo! Look Out! Look Out!"

McSweeney's Internet Tendency: An Overheard Conversation at the Suburban Neighborhood Pool, If the Suburban Neighborhood Pool Were in Deadwood.

MOM 1: Fucking Homeowners Association cocksuckers. Are they so slow in the ass-fucking cerebrum as to not allow a goddamned simple, commonplace, gullet-pleasing peanut-fucking-butter sandwich on the premises of their fucking pool patio?

. . . I mean, fuck me if I'm gonna take the three angelic fucking spawn of my hooch and force them to hunker their tiny selves down in the back of the sweltering cocksucking Odyssey just to masticate a PB&J and imbibe some goddamned Mott's. Fuck.

MOM2: Well, shit, Tiffany, let's just divvy up the sandwiches among our sweet fucking runts and see what happens. Hunter's gone all asshole from hunger-induced madness of the brain, already. . . .

MOM 2: KIDS! FUCKING LUNCHTIME!

MOM 1: DON'T FORGET TO WASH YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS!


Believe it or not, there's not enough "cocksucking" in that for Deadwood. And if you accept John Updike's view, not enough anal sex for suburbia. This falls in-between.

As always, those that contend with me suck cock by choice.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Well, Fudge, If They're Going to Do that Stuff, They Might as Well Be Baptists

A jealous nun appeared in court charged with threats to kill and an arson attack on a priest's house - after she caught him in bed with a married woman. . . .

At the court hearing Sister De Sousa also claimed to have had two abortions as a result of having unprotected sex with Father Carmelo and also showed several love letters from him.

She told the hearing: "I just flipped when I came to the house and caught him in bed with another woman who is married.

"We had been together four years and I had even had two abortions because of him."


Sex out of wedlock, adultery, abortion, arson, all of that stuff was okayed in Vatican II. Seriously, check the footnotes. It's in there.

Sadly, homosexuality's still immoral. What are you going to do?

"I Went to Craigslist and All I Got Was a Couch"

Meet the girls of Craigslist. The nine women pictured in the mug shots on the following pages were arrested last week in a Pennsylvania sting targeting alleged prostitutes advertising their services via the online classifieds site. The Bensalem Township Police Department's two-day operation targeted Craigslist because it 'blatantly allows prostitutes to post advertisements with explicit solicitations for sex for money,' according a press release.

If I See Just One More Person Reading that Damned Book, I Swear. . .



You scored as Sniper Rifle. You like sharpshooting. Stealth, accuracy and range are your best friends. So you need sniper rifle (if you don't already have one).

What Firearm Fits You Best? created with QuizFarm.com


"Him? Biff Loman?" my neighbors will say. "Great guy: kind to dogs and kids, good to his mother."

"So," the reporter will ask, "You don't think he did it, shot 50 innocent strangers from the bell tower, while screaming, 'I kill one Ann Coulter and, before I can enjoy the moment, another appears to torment me!'?"

"Oh, no, he did it," my neighbors will say. "Hell, it's all he ever talked about."

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

It's called recycling, Britain. Come on! Get with the program.

A WIFE aged 65 chopped off her dead husband’s willy in hospital — so she could keep it in a pickling jar as a souvenir.

Uta Schneider used a butcher’s knife to hack off the “treasured” manhood. She wrapped it in foil and put it in a lunchbox — next to gherkins.

She told police: “It was his best asset and gave me so much pleasure.

“I wanted to pickle it for eternity — he would have wanted it. We called it his joystick. I wanted it to remember him by.”


What, Uta?! Did his testicles never do you a solid over the years?

I Thought the Fun of Joining the Mile High Club Was in the Naughty, Forbidden Part, Not the Sex

Those in Atlanta seeking to join the 'Mile High Club' by having sex in an airborne aircraft can now do it for $299, but partners are not provided.

Corporate pilot Bob Smith, says he and his business partner conceived the idea for a flying love nest five years ago as a weekend income supplement. . . .

Smith said couples get a custom-fit bed, brand new sheets and a complimentary bottle of Champagne, and he pulls privacy curtains and dons headphones as a courtesy.


I would've been all right if he hadn't mentioned that they provide you with brand new sheets, because I just assumed they would. As they felt a need to mention it, I now have a great, big case of the Creeping Funkies because mentioning the new sheets implies new sheets are a courtesy others don't (or wouldn't) provide, and the thought of having sex on a jizz-encrusted spunk mat -- YEE-AUGH! -- makes my skin crawl. I don't care what the thread count is.

But that's just me. I'm sensitive.

Brown Trout, You Say. Are You Sure Those Floaters Were Fish?

The state now says a fish kill that wiped out as many as 2,000 brown trout in Tyler Creek was caused by heavy concentrations of fecal matter. . . .

A 2-inch rainfall washed fecal matter into the creek, said Jay Wesley, manager of the DNR fisheries division in Plainwell. A Michigan State University study dated Sept. 1 found high levels of fecal matter in the fish's gills.

"I wouldn't call it a natural kill," Wesley said. "Unholy would be more like it."

Fecal matter can kill fish because of high levels of ammonia. It clogs gills and depletes oxygen from water.


Shhhhhhh, you had me at "fecal matter can kill fish." You had me at "fecal matter can kill fish."

How Bad Does It Have to Get before Other Conservatives Turn on You. About This Bad, Apparently

Conservatives on why the GOP should lose in 2006.


With Republicans controlling Congress and the White House, conservatives these days ought to be happy, but most aren’t. They see expanding government, runaway spending, Middle East entanglements, and government corruption, and they wonder why, exactly, the country should be grateful for Republican dominance. Some accuse Bush and the Republicans today of not being true conservatives. Others see a grab bag of stated policies and wonder how they cohere. Everyone thinks something’s got to change.

Now seven prominent conservatives dare to speak the unspeakable: They hope the Republicans lose in 2006.

Let's Quit While We're Behind by Christopher Buckley

. . . There were some of us who scratched our heads in 2000 when we first heard the phrase “compassionate conservative.” It had a cobbled-together, tautological, dare I say, Rovian aroma to it. But OK, we thought, let’s give it a chance. It sounded more fun than Gore’s “Prosperity for America’s Families.” (Bo-ring.)

Six years later, the White House uses the phrase about as much as it does “Mission Accomplished.” Six years of record deficits and profligate expansion of entitlement programs. Incompetent expansion, at that: The actual cost of the President’s Medicare drug benefit turned out, within months of being enacted, to be roughly one-third more than the stated price. Weren’t Republicans supposed to be the ones who were good at accounting? All those years on Wall Street calculating CEO compensation....

Who knew, in 2000, that “compassionate conservatism” meant bigger government, unrestricted government spending, government intrusion in personal matters, government ineptitude, and cronyism in disaster relief? Who knew, in 2000, that the only bill the president would veto, six years later, would be one on funding stem-cell research?

A more accurate term for Mr. Bush’s political philosophy might be incontinent conservatism.

Monday, September 11, 2006

AFLACK!

CIA counterterrorism officers have signed up in growing numbers for a government-reimbursed, private insurance plan that would pay their civil judgments and legal expenses if they are sued or charged with criminal wrongdoing, according to current and former intelligence officials and others with knowledge of the program.

The new enrollments reflect heightened anxiety at the CIA that officers may be vulnerable to accusations they were involved in abuse, torture, human rights violations and other misconduct, including wrongdoing related to the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks. . . .

The White House contends the methods were legal, but some CIA officers have worried privately that they may have violated international law or domestic criminal statutes. . . .

A recently retired CIA officer who said he had not bought insurance contended that "if an individual does get sued in the course of their official duties, then you get the biggest law firm in the world to step in" -- the Justice Department. Justice regulations allow defending federal workers if the conduct is within the scope of an employee's job and doing so is in the government's "interest."


Dude, seriously, buy the insurance.

The only thing I find more alarming than the news that you didn't get the insurance is the fact that you once worked for the CIA and you actually believe your government won't cut you loose and let you go down as the scapegoat for this.

Didn't you see what happened at Abu Ghraib? Didn't you see how the small fish were sacrificed to save the big fish?

Oh, I see. You think you're a big fish. And you say you use to work in Intelligence?

"What?" he said, styfling a laugh, a cackle, really. "Oh, no, I'm not implying anything with that question.

"But you know who'll get a kick out this story? Lynndie. Nice girl. You'll like her."

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I have set aside $10,000 in an interest-bearing account for this purpose so it will not be a financial burden on my family. Also, I've attached a list of prospective female bodies, chiefly professional models. I will routinely update this list until I am no longer physically or mentally able to surf the Internet.

Should the money prove insufficient for one of the candidates on this primary list, I will accept a local amateur from a secondary list detailed in my will. But I insist she still be held to the same requirements as for the professionals: First, she should be willing to strip down all the way and allow my cremated remains to fall upon her supple body. Second, I would like a redhead. Third, her proportions should be pleasing, but not outlandish. I don't want my funeral to turn into a circus sideshow—the focus, after all, should be on the man I was, how I chose to live my life, and how I want to be remembered. Therefore, for bra size, I would like a maximum of 36D and a minimum of 34B. A fair portion of my remains should be cast between the woman's breasts, so she should be able to create a respectable amount of cleavage without the help of a bra.

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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Why Are You Looking at Me like That? It Could Happen


Santa Barbara County sheriff's deputies come across a bizarre encounter at La Purisima Mission in Lompoc.

Around midnight they found a 69-year-old Huntington beach man naked and covered in oats.

Deputies say the man had covered himself in olive oil, rolled around in oats and allowed the horses at the mission to lick him clean.

He apparently told deputies this has always been a fantasy of his and drove up from the Los Angeles area to play it out.


I hope they're not too hard on the guy. I mean, substitute melted chocolate for olive oil, Ecstasy and Skittles for oats, and Monica Bellucci (pictured), Salma Hayek, Pam Greer, Catherine Bell, Nigella Lawson, and a few of their girlfriends for horses, and who hasn't had that fantasy? I know I have, and if I ever have a chance to play it out, I hope the public is understanding in its judgment.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Grandmas Gone Wild


Carolynn Boots, 43, is in the Canyon County jail on charges of felony injury to a child, resisting arrest and leaving the scene of an accident. Investigators say Boots was reportedly driving with the baby in her lap, then got in a hit-and-run accident and attempted to flee while deputies opened the passenger door and reached in. The little girl fell through the open door and hit the pavement. . . .

Boots was taken to West Valley Medical Center in Caldwell for treatment of a minor foot injury before being taken to the Canyon County Jail. She continued to be combative in custody, Maxfield said, and deputies were unable to book her into the jail until late Tuesday afternoon.


Who's a drunken grandma? Who's a drunken grandma? You are! Aren't you, Boots-ie? Aren't you? Yes, you are. Yes, you are.

Use your words, or I'm going to have to taser you again.

And They Have This Footage Because. . .

Diabetes Be Damned! If I see this, I'm Eating It

There are fried Twinkies and even fried candy bars.

Now, vendor Abel Gonzales Jr. has come up with a new artery-clogging concoction for the State Fair of Texas. It's fried Coke.

Gonzales deep-fries Coca-Cola-flavored batter. He then drizzles Coke fountain syrup on it. The fried Coke is topped with whipped cream, cinnamon sugar and a cherry. Gonzales said the friend Coke came about just from thinking aloud.


In your face, Einstein! Let's see if your Theory of Relativity booth draws as many patrons.

"It's Fun to Use Learning for Evil"*

Disquieting Modern Trends: We Do More Than Watch “Nip / Tuck” till 3 AM (Seriously, We Do) Edition

by Will Layman & Chris Osmond

The “Life is Good” T-Shirt

You have seen this, certainly — a high quality, “yarn dyed” T-shirt in a Martha’s Vineyard-y faded orange or blue, with a little post-Haring cartoon smiley face guy engaged in a sport that you are to imagine the wearer has a particular affinity for, with the affirmation in a smartypants script just beneath it, “Life is Good.”

Gentle “Life is Good”-shirt-wearing populace: it (i.e., life) is not (i.e., good)! Not in any deep and abiding sense, and your grimace betrays your knowledge of same. Life may be rich and interesting and layered with the utterly fascinating prospect of what it’s like to find yourself thinking about your root canal at the same time that you discover and old but remarkable well-preserved Cool Ranch Dorito in your couch cushions — a typical day, we suppose for most Americans — but “good” is plainly an oversimplification that glosses over even the our most nacho cheese-flavored pleasures. We recommend to you instead the T-shirt made by a private acquaintance of ours from our callow youth; rendered in black (like our hearts), it shares the following irrefutable sentiment: “Knowledge is Power. Power Corrupts. Study Hard. Be Evil.”


I want that shirt. It would be nice to have something to wear on the days when I'm not rocking my Diesel Sweeties.*

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Take the Red Pill, Neo

“If there were a pill that eliminated your appetite forever, would you take it?”

I’d met a friend for a decidedly poor dim sum lunch. As we were finishing up, he proposed the idea of the hunger-killing pill. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I gazed down at my half-gnawed pork dumpling.

“Let me think about it.”

Food: Would I really miss it? Often I find the daily task of feeding myself a chore… Do I eat in or do I want to go out? If out, where do I go? And then, what kind of cuisine? And what do I order? It’s a three-time-a-day hassle.

Of course, there are also aspects of food and eating that I really enjoy. Hot dogs at a summer barbecue… the chicken parmagiana plate at the restaurant around the corner… steak frités! Would I take a pill that erased all this for me?

I figured the only way to decide was to examine what it was I’d be leaving behind. I mean, what do I really eat? I have no idea—I couldn’t say for sure what I had for lunch two days ago. To gain a better perspective, I decided to take a photo of everything I ate for a week
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I once had to keep a food diary for a dietician assigned to help me get my blood sugar in order. When she saw the first entry, my Sunday brunch of sweet potato pancakes topped with cinnamon apple compote and whipped cream (and syrup), I think she felt challenged. When she saw my Thursday snack, the four chocolate-iced kreme-filled and two raspberry jelly doughnuts, I think she felt abandoned, like Job, me and my food diary standing there, preventing her from feeling the glow of God's love. What I'm saying is, I made this guy look Ewell Gibbons.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Reason #3856 Why You Shouldn't Go Commando: You Might Be Having Your Picture Taken with The Queen, You Cheeky Monkey


In November 2004, Queen Elizabeth paid a visit to the 1st Battalion of the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders at Howe Barracks in Canterbury, Kent, to present medals to the unit for their recent tour of duty in Iraq. As Her Majesty (in her role as commander of the armed forces) posed for a standard photograph with the honored soldiers, one of the men evidently didn't arrange his kilt quite carefully enough.


Not to be outdone, the Queen in the next picture--the "one for fun"--let her dress flap with the breeze, revealing the Crown Jewels and robbing every soldier in attendance of his erectile function forever. Standing, skirt tail falling back into place, the Queen turned to the assembled mass and said, "Let that be a lesson to you, boys: Nobody--and I mean nobody--upstages Elizabeth II."

Nothing Provokes the Milk of Human Kindness Like a Death

The famed Croc Hunter, a world-renowned reptile expert and TV conservationist - with the trademark exclamation “Crikey!” - was filming a segment for a new series, “Ocean’s Deadliest."

Despite his reputation for getting in wild beasts’ faces, Irwin’s death surprised many experts.

“Stingrays are a very gentle group of animals and are not prone to aggressive behavior,” said Steve Bailey, curator of fishes at the New England Aquarium in Boston and himself an expert on stingrays.

Simon Pierce of Queensland University’s School of Biological Sciences said there were no accurate records of stingray deaths, but estimated there had been about 30 worldwide in recent years.

Witnesses said Irwin was struck directly in the heart.

“It was extraordinarily bad luck,” said Shaun Collin, a University of Queensland marine neuroscientist. “It’s not easy to get spined by a stingray, and to be killed by one is very rare.

"But you go around sticking your fingers in cloacals," Collin didn't add, "and creatures are going to get jumpy around you."

. . .Visitors at the New England Aquarium were stunned by the news. . . .

“He kind of lived life on the edge. It’s not terribly surprising. It’s almost like he died in the line of duty,” said Heather Randl, 33, who said she felt that Irwin’s death was poetic, before rambling off on a tangent about the thin, leopard-spotted line dividing civilization from animal chaos.

Another aquarium visitor, Colin Grubel, 29, who described himself as a former zookeeper (because no one else would, as a dust bunny, a plastic hippo, and a dead cockroach postitioned on the veldt of the pool table in your parents' basement isn't really a zoo), said he wouldn’t miss the wild man from Down Under.

“I’m not surprised. The kinds of things he’d do to animals were dumb. He persistently harassed poisonous snakes and other dangerous animals,” Grubel said.


Admittedly, my grieving process is different from most.

Oh, Europe, Will You Ever Learn?


It looks like somebody forgot a small tuft! But it doesn't matter anyway since her lover likes it cosy and thinks of her fur to be shamelessly sexy.


And don't forget about those madcaps Jonas und Karl, enjoying a little post-coital glow beneath their giant poster of Princess Di.

I'd Like to Grab This Clip by the Hilt and Work It Long and Hard, Maybe, Tease You with a Few Details but. . . Okay, Jon Cracks Steven Colbert Up



"Not gay, Jon, aristocratic."

Friday, September 01, 2006

Welcome to America: Home of the Scalpers, Land of the eBay Account. Oh, and You Don't Know Nuttin'. You Didn't See Nuttin'


The flag raised by three firemen over the smoldering ruins of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 – captured in an iconic image by Thomas Franklin for The Record in Bergen County, New Jersey – is missing.

Actually, it was switched with another flag quite some time ago -- with the media remaining unaware -- and may never be found, writes David Friend in his much-awaited study of photographs that emerged from that catastrophe, to be published by Farrar, Strauss and Giroux in September. . . .

It’s quite a yarn, as Friend suggests that the flag vanished within three days of its raising, . . . .

There is some evidence that one or more firefighters turned over the larger flag -- or as some call it, Flag #2 -- to the Navy for its use just after 9/11 so they could safeguard the original, but there are no chief suspects or any proof of this. An unnamed former high-ranking member of the NYPD tells Friend, referring to his fire department counterparts, "Anybody tells you they don't know where the flag is, they're full of shit."

A former NYPD official suspects that when the statute of limitations runs out soon the flag-napper will step forward “and sell it.”


Apparently, at one point in this sordid tale, the rightful owners of the flag, Shirley Dreifus and her husband, asked the City of New York to provide her with her property so she could display it at a fund-raising event for firefighters on her yacht. The city couldn't find it. Ms. Dreifus sued them to inspire them to look harder. When they still couldn't find it, she dropped the suit. Mayor Michael Bloomberg, when asked about this, said he didn't know where the flag was, adding, "I don't know where Osama bin Laden is, either."

I'm not sure what to make of that. Is he implying that the City of New York had Osama bin Laden in its possession, paraded him around for all the world to see, and then, misplaced him? That doesn't seem right. I would've remembered that.

I guess, we should all just be thankful that as a response, Mayor Bloomberg didn't grab his crotch, say, "I've got your fucking flag right here," and then spit.

We don't appreciate the little miracles each day holds, is what I'm saying.

This Is What Can Go Wrong When Someone Forgets the Safe Word (It's Also Why You Should Keep It Simple. When in Doubt, Use "Ow")**

Chuck Norris doesn't duck. He does cry, though -- like a wee girl, into his Karate-gi.*

*All apologies to wee girls who cry with more dignity than this.

**The video does take a few seconds to load.