I'm old enough to have seen "the end of the world" come and go several times already. This time I also recognized a few persons that have been convinced of "the end of the world" before and now believed in it again. More often, the people who realize that they were wrong sort of "disappear". I wonder where the go, what they think and how they feel. Especially those who thought we would all die on a certain date. We're still here, they're still here... what now?
A study showed that 10% of the population believed that 21 December 2012 would either be the end of the world or a significant change of the world. 10%! OK, not all of them thought the worst and some thought it possible rather than thinking it was an absolute truth, but it's still a very high number.
You kill me with your smelly fingers Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day And now you say you're feeling guilty You're feeling guilty 'cos your god was shining on your face You go to church and light a candle And then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews The devil's snapping at your toes now Because the angels can't be bothered to live to you
They're selling jesus again They're selling jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling jesus again Selling love to you - selling love
You're buying this you're buying that now You're wishing all the money in the world belonged to you You're crucified upon you're own cross now You're givin' money to the white men in the white limo That kind of god is always man-made They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your kness They get their theories from the same place Then build a church if there's some money left From lying on the beach
I tend to hide under a rock when I'm not feeling well, and if anyone asks me how I'm doing I'll answer; "Fine!". No one wants to know how I'm really doing, they just ask to be polite. However, yesterday I answered the phone when my husband's friend called. He told me all about the misery he was in and then he sincerely asked me how I'm doing. Telling him all about it was better than sex, really.
I so fucking hate being me right now. So much that I've almost forgotten how much I hate Christmas...
I have to admit that I had my doubts about this band. There is a thin line between good and pathetic when you're dealing with "shock rock" type of music. There are those who aim for Alice Cooper or Marilyn Manson, but end up as Dame Edna. Demon Boy ain't Dame Edna. The sound of Dead Tramp Super Model reminds me of the 80's and early Mötley Crüe, before they lost their edge. The Alice Cooper influence and be clearly heard Cemetery Girl and Little Red Riding Bitch.
I've been AFK for too long. Now I'm overwhelmed by the huge amount of mails that I have to go through. I started out doing what I always do, read, look up and answer, but now I'm deleting most of it. I hope people have the sense to write again if they really want an answer.
I hoped to be able to share my son's music by now, but, no such luck. His band split and the demo they recorded ended up with another band member, that won't give it back. Otherwise, the split was for the best. The new band formation works much better and they have a couple of gigs a month.
There is one feeling that I cannot shake, the feeling of not having enough time. There are so many things I want to do and I think I'll never be able to do it all. I'm multi tasking since I don't have the time to do things one by one. If I could do things in my sleep, I would. I'm growing old fast and there are so many things I want to do before it's too late. Not that I'll go bungee jumping or something insane like that.
A father asked his 10-year old son if he knew about the birds and the bees.
'I don't want to know,' the child said, bursting into tears. 'Promise me you won't tell me.'
Confused, the father asked what was wrong.
The boy sobbed, 'When I was six, I got the 'There's no Easter Bunny' speech...
At seven, I got the 'There's no Tooth Fairy' speech.
When I was eight, you hit me with the 'There's no Santa' speech.
If you're going to tell me that grown-ups don't really shag, I'll have nothing left to live for.'A father asked his 10-year old son if he knew about the birds and the bees.
'I don't want to know,' the child said, bursting into tears. 'Promise me you won't tell me.'
Confused, the father asked what was wrong.
The boy sobbed, 'When I was six, I got the 'There's no Easter Bunny' speech...
At seven, I got the 'There's no Tooth Fairy' speech.
When I was eight, you hit me with the 'There's no Santa' speech.
If you're going to tell me that grown-ups don't really shag, I'll have nothing left to live for.'
I don't know how many times I've heard geeks complain about how difficult it is for them to get laid. My personal opinion has always been that it's not that the girls don't like them, they are simply doing it wrong. The geeks have never belied me or listened to my advice about how to get laid, but now I have evidence that supports my case.
Meet the geek and slut:
See what's wrong with the picture?
He's fondling the machine not the slut. A whole world of opportunities lies before him and he's more concerned with the copy than the real deal.
My new doctor have finally realized that I'm telling the truth about the pain I'm in, and that I need my painkillers to function. After months of pain and suffering I'm finally getting better and I can see the flash light at the end of the corridor. To top this off it also seems as if my husband is doing better. He's even looking for a new car. Not bad for a guy that has sent the last two years almost dying over and over again.
Few things freak me out, I'm old and jaded, but this photos really rubs me the wrong way. Yeah, I know it's a costume. Yeah, I know it's not real, but ... that's just ...
Well, I'm speechless and that doesn't happen often.
Two right and one... Oh so ... Well you be the judge...
My Pussy Belongs to Daddy - Fay Richmonde.
Can't get much more politically incorrect than that really. I found the song on YouTube and it makes me think of burlesque strip tease. Makes me miss my old sugar daddy too, for a second or two.
Romantica - Martin Denny.
Nothing says romance as clearly as a guys squeezed against a woman's naked bosom. Forget candle lit dinners at fancy restaurants, just rip her blouse open and give the melons a squeeze. This one can also be found on YouTube.
Back to the shit! - Millie Jackson.
So... errr ... uhmm ... if Love Stinks then you're looking in the wrong places. Just sayin'...
Yeah, people love to think this one is true. It's about Americans and we all "know" how stupid they are right? Wrong. The stupidity is a myth and the "news paper article" is a satire created by Sensacionalista. The woman and the child in the article has nothing to do with it and Sensacionalista have apologized for using the photo without their permission.
The joke is not really about stupid Americans but about stupid people all over the world who think that the article is true. It would be funny, if it wasn't so sad that there are so many idiots in this world.
