Once over here she can hang out with these chicks and get wasted!!!
USA USA USA
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Fuckin' the Olympics!!!
This year it's in Russia.
Once over here she can hang out with these chicks and get wasted!!!
USA USA USA
Once over here she can hang out with these chicks and get wasted!!!
USA USA USA
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
TSA: Lookin' at Naked Chicks
Big 'ol article at Politico
http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2014/01/tsa-screener-confession-102912.html#.Uu1AeXewKgl
By JASON EDWARD HARRINGTON
the best part:
Most of my co-workers found humor in the I.O. room on a cruder level. Just as the long-suffering American public waiting on those security lines suspected, jokes about the passengers ran rampant among my TSA colleagues: Many of the images we gawked at were of overweight people, their every fold and dimple on full awful display. Piercings of every kind were visible. Women who’d had mastectomies were easy to discern—their chests showed up on our screens as dull, pixelated regions. Hernias appeared as bulging, blistery growths in the crotch area. Passengers were often caught off-guard by the X-Ray scan and so materialized on-screen in ridiculous, blurred poses—mouths agape, à la Edvard Munch. One of us in the I.O. room would occasionally identify a passenger as female, only to have the officers out on the checkpoint floor radio back that it was actually a man. All the old, crass stereotypes about race and genitalia size thrived on our secure government radio channels. There were other types of bad behavior in the I.O. room—I personally witnessed quite a bit of fooling around, in every sense of the phrase. Officers who were dating often conspired to get assigned to the I.O. room at the same time, where they analyzed the nude images with one eye apiece, at best. Every now and then, a passenger would throw up two middle fingers during his or her scan, as though somehow aware of the transgressions going on.
By JASON EDWARD HARRINGTON
the best part:
Most of my co-workers found humor in the I.O. room on a cruder level. Just as the long-suffering American public waiting on those security lines suspected, jokes about the passengers ran rampant among my TSA colleagues: Many of the images we gawked at were of overweight people, their every fold and dimple on full awful display. Piercings of every kind were visible. Women who’d had mastectomies were easy to discern—their chests showed up on our screens as dull, pixelated regions. Hernias appeared as bulging, blistery growths in the crotch area. Passengers were often caught off-guard by the X-Ray scan and so materialized on-screen in ridiculous, blurred poses—mouths agape, à la Edvard Munch. One of us in the I.O. room would occasionally identify a passenger as female, only to have the officers out on the checkpoint floor radio back that it was actually a man. All the old, crass stereotypes about race and genitalia size thrived on our secure government radio channels. There were other types of bad behavior in the I.O. room—I personally witnessed quite a bit of fooling around, in every sense of the phrase. Officers who were dating often conspired to get assigned to the I.O. room at the same time, where they analyzed the nude images with one eye apiece, at best. Every now and then, a passenger would throw up two middle fingers during his or her scan, as though somehow aware of the transgressions going on.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Sex Drugs Rock & Roll; Time for another Super Bowl.
Hooray it's Super Bowl time!!!
This year we have the Denver Broncos
(sworn enemy of the Raider Nation)
vs
the Seattle Seahawks
(who beat the San Franciso 49ers so they can't be all bad)
This is the true American New Year. January doesn't count... that's inventory reduction month. Everyone is still hungover from the holidays, miserable because of a failed suicide attempt, or traumatized by a successful murder/suicide attempt within one's own social circle. (Amber Seymour R.I.P.)
Well, fuck all of that! It's time for one more PARTY before we get the rest of this stinkin' year going. Since we don't burn Wickermen, or sacrifice virgins, or have massive slut-oriented pagan orgies anymore it all rides on the SUPERBOWL.
Although the Super Bowl is known for being the #1 Wife Beating Holiday (commonly called domestic violence) and the #1 Prostitute acquiring holiday (ironically called "punting" in the UK)... it turns out that those are all a pack of filthy dirty lies:
4 Misconceptions About the Super Bowl You Probably Believe
According to that article the "Wife Beating" thing is completey made up. Fabricated if you will, by those who wish do besmirch the Great American Holiday. Because really the Super Bowl is a celebration of Testosterone, the wonder-hormone that works wonders!
Over confidence, increased risk taking, increased aggression, impulsive decision making; everything that makes America great. Plus testosterone improves key cognitive functions like memory, focus, and spatial ability. Nothing illustrates the glories of testosterone like the spectacle that is the SUPER BOWL!!!
Too bad Beyonce won't be there for halftime. She was real easy on the eyes. I don't really care who wins the Superbowl and I care even less about the John Frusciante free Chili Peppers (yawn). They better not do that "socks on cocks" gag... I'll just turn the goddamned thing off!!!
So in conclusion: The Broncos cheerleaders are more sexually attractive... but not by much. Denver's Airport is larger than Sea-Tac, but have you tried that salmon they got up there in Washington? So I don't know who will win but the best Super Bowl moment ever was Janet Jackson's sunshine-tit.
Free Crack Pipes in San Francisco
Good news for people who are sick and tired of getting their lightbulbs repeatedly stolen out of the socket, I guess.
SAN FRANCISCO (KCBS)— Supporters of a plan to hand out clean crack pipes to San Francisco drug users say they’re not swayed by city opposition and plan to hand them out anyway. Activists claim that such a program would have many of the same benefits of needle exchanges, essentially connecting users with services that could help them turn their lives around.
...but wait... don't people get AIDS from needles because they directly inject the virus into their blood stream? With crack, the virus is spread through Crack Hos (both male and female). So it seems they ought to be passing out clean Hos not clean pipes.
Laura Thomas of the HIV Prevention and Planning Council has made a formal recommendation to the city’s health department:
“It may seem counter-intuitive, but it’s a great program. Once you can get people into your program, make them feel respected, taken care of them, they’re more likely to want to come back and want to get on HIV meds,” Thomas said.
She's right... it does sound counter intuitive. I'll go as far as saying it sounds bat-shit crazy. We're forcing the taxpayers of SF to buy crack pipes so that the people who piss in the streets and jack off at bus stops "feel respected"? Listen lady, I don't think crack addicts are in it for the respect.
What's next? Free Krokodil?
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