Showing posts with label Intartube Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intartube Stuff. Show all posts
08 March 2012
04 March 2011
10 June 2007
Bush Visits Rome, Romans Respond
I'm unable to link to the original photos as La Repubblica has recently changed their photo galleries to some non-standards compliant Flash bullshitwidget, hence the screenshots.
Typical Roman sayings? Ok...
And...
Loose Translation: "Oy Colombus. Couldn't you have just minded your own fucking business?"
Typical Roman sayings? Ok...
And...
Loose Translation: "Oy Colombus. Couldn't you have just minded your own fucking business?"
13 June 2006
italy supporters kit from the Guardian
Bunting, official badges, cards, and your very own referee-bribing kit.
The Guardian fell down on this one, using Lira instead of the correct Euros and forgetting the cell phone and Rolexes.
Forza Auzzurri!
01 November 2005
18 August 2005
True. But...
Salon Article: Jude the Not So Obscure:
What Jude Law's exposed manhood can teach us about straight chicks, porn, and why size really, really doesn't matter.
(sorry, you have to view a commercial before you can access content)
True. But let's not underestimate the power of a photo of a raging boner.
Look at it this way:
If a candid nekkid picture of Jude Law flaccid "reminds us of you, baby" then just think what a candid nekkid picture of Jude Law with a raging boner would do.
*fans self rapidly*
And I'm not even particularly fond of jude Law.
23 February 2005
17 January 2005
Thus Spake the Henchwoman
The Resident Dictator's Henchwoman aka DerMiddleSis* has fallen prey to the gaping blackhole that is blogging.
One of Us! One of Us!
Go on. Check out Tree Swinger - you know you want to.
*No officer, I haven't been in Germany nor Austria recently. Why do you ask?
One of Us! One of Us!
Go on. Check out Tree Swinger - you know you want to.
*No officer, I haven't been in Germany nor Austria recently. Why do you ask?
01 December 2004
04 November 2004
One for the Ladies
alternate title: Election? What election?
Vive la France, darlings via Monkeyfilter
Vive la France, darlings via Monkeyfilter
03 November 2004
If there was any question as to why I hate people in general...
...this comment on MeFi illustrates it perfectly. It looks like the Kill-Them-Ragheads-They-Hate-Our-Freedom and It's-Adam-and-Eve-Not-Adam-and-Steve Retards have just royally fucked over our country. Way to simultaneously send a big ol' "Fuck You" to the rest of the world at large and ensure the economy continues it's journey to the sewers.
I wonder if I can declare refugee status....
I wonder if I can declare refugee status....
29 October 2004
28 October 2004
23 October 2004
Tiny Mixed Tapes - This Rawks
via MeFi
Some of my favs:
Some of my favs:
- Music for unpretentious penguins
- I Hate You With the Intensity of 10,000 White Hot Burning Suns!
- Songs that'll make it easier to say "aw, screw it" and cram my tongue down his throat tomorrow night
- Songs For A Girl Who's Realized None Of You Men Are Any Different From The Rest Even If You Claim That You Are, And I'm Much Better Off Single And Not Waiting For The Next Asshole To Come Into My Life And Screw It Up, And Single Is Much More Fun Anyway, And P.S. To My Relatives Who Keep Whining For Me To Get Knocked Up - PISS OFF! (*Me looks at the RD's Henchwoman)
- Songs to listen to when you're eating banana pudding with a fork!!
- Songs to listen to when you want to gain 20 lbs in a weekend just because your getting liposuction Monday morning and really want to get your money's worth.
- Songs for days when you just want to be Ferris Bueller.
- The "I wish I was Quentin Tarantino" Mix
- Songs to listen to after looking at that "Badger Badger Badger" website for too long. http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/
- Songs To Sing To My Roomate While She Is Throwing Up From Too Much JD And I Am Holding Her Hair Back And I Want To Make Her Throw Up Faster So I Can Go Hit On The Bartender, Already
- He broke my heart so I broke his jaw
- The ultimate mix-tape for "getting over THE girl" (or THE guy).
- The sex is so great that you need a mixtape to muffle your screams when your parents are downstairs
- A mix to explain that I never really loved you, I just drank too much
- Songs about brunettes because we matter too, bitches.
- Songs to listen to when you and your ex decide to give things another try but it's just so awkward.
- farted and no one is around to smell it
15 September 2004
02 September 2004
09 July 2004
It's all about the Pussy Power
Interesting read: The Slut Manifesto (via metafilter)
Not that I agree with everything written in that article, but it is thought provoking and has some notable gems.
If you knew I would fuck you without knowing you, with passion, with anger, with tenderness, not holding anything back of myself, what would you think of me? And what would you think of me when you saw me fuck the next person, with equal lust and vulnerability?
Ok so now I will fuck you. Now what do I expect? Will you love me? Will you be honest with me? Will you expect to know what I am doing tomorrow night? Will you let me into your private world, more that you would if we had not fucked? Will you tell me what you think about? Will you expect me to keep your secrets? If I do not fuck you again do you expect an explanation? If I could not pay my rent would you loan me a hundred dollars? Will you listen to my problems when I am upset? If I had a fight with my roommate would you let me sleep at your house for 3 days? Would you walk with me somewhere at night when I am afraid of rape or attack? Would you introduce me to your circle of friends?
Why or why not? Do your answers change if I fuck you more than once over a period of time? How long does it take? What if you know that I am also fucking someone else?
What better proof of his manliness, and for counterculture boys, what better proof that you're a Good Man, a feminist, than the fact that a lesbian accepted your evil penis? It's like a trip to feminist mecca or being blessed by the lesbian pope.
The woman who doesn't fuck anybody, who is virgin or celibate, is not going to have her boundaries respected any more than the lesbian. As the Ultimate high value pussy woman she will be hotly pursued by more men than anyone. In fact this is so true that many people assume that a celibate is not sincerely committed to being celibate. They are percieved to be "holding out" for the best man around, trying to make the competition more intense. Worse, the longer they insist on remaining celibate, the more they will be accused of being deliberately cruel, unfeeling, unnatural, unwomanly, probably a dyke anyway, by the men who declare their love and promise anything and work terribly hard to get the woman's prized unavailable pussy. She might, if she's particularly unlucky, turn into an Ice Queen or a Bitch Who Thinks Her Pussy's Made of Gold.
Is there any way to be a free pussy in the best sense of the word "free"? Can we have a Pussy Revolution? The Revolting Pussies? The RPA; Revolting Pussy Army? Labia Liberation?
Not that I agree with everything written in that article, but it is thought provoking and has some notable gems.
If you knew I would fuck you without knowing you, with passion, with anger, with tenderness, not holding anything back of myself, what would you think of me? And what would you think of me when you saw me fuck the next person, with equal lust and vulnerability?
Ok so now I will fuck you. Now what do I expect? Will you love me? Will you be honest with me? Will you expect to know what I am doing tomorrow night? Will you let me into your private world, more that you would if we had not fucked? Will you tell me what you think about? Will you expect me to keep your secrets? If I do not fuck you again do you expect an explanation? If I could not pay my rent would you loan me a hundred dollars? Will you listen to my problems when I am upset? If I had a fight with my roommate would you let me sleep at your house for 3 days? Would you walk with me somewhere at night when I am afraid of rape or attack? Would you introduce me to your circle of friends?
Why or why not? Do your answers change if I fuck you more than once over a period of time? How long does it take? What if you know that I am also fucking someone else?
What better proof of his manliness, and for counterculture boys, what better proof that you're a Good Man, a feminist, than the fact that a lesbian accepted your evil penis? It's like a trip to feminist mecca or being blessed by the lesbian pope.
The woman who doesn't fuck anybody, who is virgin or celibate, is not going to have her boundaries respected any more than the lesbian. As the Ultimate high value pussy woman she will be hotly pursued by more men than anyone. In fact this is so true that many people assume that a celibate is not sincerely committed to being celibate. They are percieved to be "holding out" for the best man around, trying to make the competition more intense. Worse, the longer they insist on remaining celibate, the more they will be accused of being deliberately cruel, unfeeling, unnatural, unwomanly, probably a dyke anyway, by the men who declare their love and promise anything and work terribly hard to get the woman's prized unavailable pussy. She might, if she's particularly unlucky, turn into an Ice Queen or a Bitch Who Thinks Her Pussy's Made of Gold.
Is there any way to be a free pussy in the best sense of the word "free"? Can we have a Pussy Revolution? The Revolting Pussies? The RPA; Revolting Pussy Army? Labia Liberation?
25 June 2004
22 April 2004
File Under: Idle Musings
Wonder how many people are gonna sign up for blogger & blogspot when they find out Google's new email service Gmail has opened up their beta testing to users of blogger.com.
Hey, does this finally mean I'm one of the cool kids now? I've got Gmail and you don't. Neener neener.
Gmail. It sounds vauguely pornographic, no?
"And he just kept hitting that button, over and over, driving my Gmail crazy. He wouldn't let up and I thought I'd go mad. My knees were shaking, fingernails were digging into my palms as he continued his relentless onslaught. Over and over and over again, a haze of obscene words and promises filling any empty space. I bit my lip bloody from the sheer frustration."
"Fucking spammers."
Hey, does this finally mean I'm one of the cool kids now? I've got Gmail and you don't. Neener neener.
Gmail. It sounds vauguely pornographic, no?
"And he just kept hitting that button, over and over, driving my Gmail crazy. He wouldn't let up and I thought I'd go mad. My knees were shaking, fingernails were digging into my palms as he continued his relentless onslaught. Over and over and over again, a haze of obscene words and promises filling any empty space. I bit my lip bloody from the sheer frustration."
"Fucking spammers."
18 November 2003
First Item on My XXX-mas List
So much easier than Saran-Wrapping a Nokia 8210.
I miss my little Nokia 8210. That was the first phone I could stick in my back jeans pocket without feeling like I had a Radio Shack 1980's walkie-talkie hanging off my ass. And boy howdy, that vibe function was *strong*.
I'd forget I had it in my back pocket and literally jump every time i got a call or a message, with surrounding friends or co-workers snickering every time. I'd say it was comparable to the middle speed setting on the Silver Bullet vibrator. Then again, it could have just been my tight jeans.
Sadly the screen died after almost 2 years. Which will happen if you constantly stick it in the back pocket of your very tight jeans and sit on it everyday. The Motorolla I bought afterwards didn't even last 2 fucking months before it had to be taken into the shop and replaced. Then it died again 3 months later, at which point I said fuck it, as the replacement center is out in the boonies and takes forever to get to on public transportation.
Because I have better things to be doing with my time than arguing with some Motorola bitch about what absolute pieces of shite they make.
In theory, anyways.
I miss my little Nokia 8210. That was the first phone I could stick in my back jeans pocket without feeling like I had a Radio Shack 1980's walkie-talkie hanging off my ass. And boy howdy, that vibe function was *strong*.
I'd forget I had it in my back pocket and literally jump every time i got a call or a message, with surrounding friends or co-workers snickering every time. I'd say it was comparable to the middle speed setting on the Silver Bullet vibrator. Then again, it could have just been my tight jeans.
Sadly the screen died after almost 2 years. Which will happen if you constantly stick it in the back pocket of your very tight jeans and sit on it everyday. The Motorolla I bought afterwards didn't even last 2 fucking months before it had to be taken into the shop and replaced. Then it died again 3 months later, at which point I said fuck it, as the replacement center is out in the boonies and takes forever to get to on public transportation.
Because I have better things to be doing with my time than arguing with some Motorola bitch about what absolute pieces of shite they make.
In theory, anyways.
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