Thursday, June 30, 2011

RE: Your lack of manners


It is high time someone explained to you about good manners. Yours are obvious by their absence and I feel sorry for you.

Unfortunately for Freddie, he has fallen in love with you and Freddie being Freddie, I gather it is not easy to reason with him or yet encourage him to consider how he might be able to help you.

It may just be possible to get through to you though. I do hope so.

Your behaviour on your visit to Devon during April was staggering in its uncouthness and lack of grace.

Unfortunately, this was not the first example of bad manners I have experienced from you.

If you want to be accepted by the wider Bourne family I suggest you take some guidance from experts with utmost haste.

There are plenty of finishing schools around. You would be an ideal candidate for the Ladette to Lady television series.

Please, for your own good, for Freddie's sake and for your future involvement with the Bourne family, do something as soon as possible.

Here are a few examples of your lack of manners:

When you are a guest in another's house, you do not declare what you will and will not eat - unless you are positively allergic to something.

You do not remark that you do not have enough food.

You do not start before everyone else.

You do not take additional helpings without being invited to by your host.

When a guest in another's house, you do not lie in bed until late morning in households that rise early - you fall in line with house norms.

You should never ever insult the family you are about to join at any time and most definitely not in public. I gather you passed this off as a joke but the reaction in the pub was one of shock, not laughter.

I have no idea whether you wrote to thank [your future sister-in-law] for the weekend but you should have hand-written a card to her.

You should have hand-written a card to me. You have never written to thank me when you have stayed at Houndspool.

[Your future sister-in-law] has quite the most exquisite manners of anyone I have ever come across. You would do well to follow her example.

You regularly draw attention to yourself. Perhaps you should ask yourself why.

It is tragic that you have diabetes. However, you aren't the only young person in the world who is a diabetic.

I know quite a few young people who have this condition, one of whom is getting married in June. I have never heard her discuss her condition.
She quietly gets on with it. She doesn't like being diabetic. Who would? You do not need to regale everyone with the details of your condition or use it as an excuse to draw attention to yourself. It is vulgar.

As a diabetic of long standing you must be acutely aware of the need to prepare yourself for extraordinary eventualities, the walk to Mothecombe beach being an example.

You are experienced enough to have prepared yourself appropriately.

No-one gets married in a castle unless they own it. It is brash, celebrity style behaviour.

I understand your parents are unable to contribute very much towards the cost of your wedding. (There is nothing wrong with that except that convention is such that one might presume they would have saved over the years for their daughters' marriages.)

If this is the case, it would be most ladylike and gracious to lower your sights and have a modest wedding as befits both your incomes.

One could be accused of thinking that Heidi Withers must be patting herself on the back for having caught a most eligible young man. I pity Freddie.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Same Name

BRADY BUNCH MOM GOT CRABS IN AFFAIR WITH NY MAYOR

- This would have made an interesting episode of "The Brady Bunch."

Florence Henderson, the actress who played perky mom Carol Brady in the beloved family sitcom, says she once got crabs after a one-night-stand with career politician John Lindsay, who was the mayor of New York City at the time.

Henderson, now 77, recounts in her upcoming memoir that she was cheating on her husband during the 1960s, and gave in to her better judgment when her married and unattractive friend put the moves on her over drinks at the Beverly Hills Hotel.


"I was lonely. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. So, what did I do? I did it," she writes in "Life is Not a Stage," set for publication in September.

Henderson went home later that night, and awoke to a grisly surprise the next day as she saw "little black things" crawling over her bed and body.


An urgent call to a doctor took care of the problem, known medically as pubic lice, and Lindsay sent her flowers and a note of apology.

"Guess I learned the hard way that crabs do not discriminate but cross over all socioeconomic strata," Henderson writes. "He must have had quite the active life. What a way to put the kibosh on a relationship."

Lindsay, who died in 2000, was was mayor of New York from 1966 to 1973. Before that, he was a U.S. congressman. He launched a brief bid for the Democratic presidential nomination in 1972. His wife of 51 years died in 2004.

Henderson is probably best known for her work on "The Brady Bunch," a comedy about a blended family that ran between 1969 and 1974 and remains popular worldwide.

But the book devotes only a chapter to that part of her life, and she shoots down the oft-told story that she had an off-screen affair with Barry Williams, who played her eldest teen-aged stepson, Greg Brady.

"Barry did have a serious crush on me, which I understood and helped him get past," Henderson writes. "Let us just say that if he had entertained a roll in the hay with me, I would never have done it."

The two, separated in age by 20 years, remain good friends to this day, she adds.

For the most part, the book focuses on Henderson's childhood in an abusive home, her struggles with papal edicts about birth control, her Broadway stardom, and her second marriage to her therapist. Co-written with Joel Brokaw, it will be published by Hachette's Center Street imprint on Sept. 20. (To read more about our entertainment news, visit our blog "Fan Fare" online at http://blogs.reuters.com/fanfare/)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Full throttle



married


imagine my old ass face buried between those enormous tits. Fuck yeah.

Fake Letter Below

First, the bad news. Sean Connery never actually sent a typewritten letter to Steve Jobs in 1998 refusing to be in an Apple ad. But the awesome news is that quite a few people believe Connery owns personalized stationery with a "007" vanity stamp in the corner and that he would have no qualms using it to dash off a letter dressing down Jobs by declaring "...you are a computer salesman. I am f%$^ing JAMES BOND!"
The letter was actually part of a satirical article on the previously little known (and very specific) humor site, Scoopertino, which peddles Onion-style and tongue-in-cheek "Unreal Apple News."
But when British marketing exec John Willshire took the letter seriously and posted it on Twitter and his blog, it started rocketing around Twitter and beyond.
At one point early today, Willshire was among the top trending topics on Twitter, beating out even Wimbledon in the U.K. Willshire has since posted an update clarifying that the Connery-to-Jobs letter was in fact a fake and explaining that he had been duped.
Ironically, Willshire sells himself and his firm as specializing in social media, which means one of two things--either he's a bit overconfident, or he's some kind of marketing evil genius who had this entire viral strategy planned from the very start as a publicity stunt. If the reality is the latter, there's only one superspy agent I know of who could challenge such an evil mastermind. I've already begun drafting a letter to Mr. Connery...


Read more: http://news.cnet.com/8301-17938_105-20073014-1/fake-sean-connery-letter-to-steve-jobs-goes-viral/#ixzz1Q1KPob8e

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Conservapedia

http://www.conservapedia.com/Main_Page

very sad.


some excerpts:

Essay:Greatest Conservative Songs

There are many brilliant—and popular—conservative songs.
Here is our growing list:
"Wouldn't It Be Nice" by the Beach Boys – Pro-marriage.
Fast Car, by Tracy Chapman. Self-help, free market, division of labor, and a criticism of alcohol.
Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road, by Elton John. The same message as the Prodigal Son: look objectively at our own lives, and realize that "I should have listened to my old man."
"You Can't Hurry Love (You Just Have to Wait)" – Abstinence for rock fans. The versions by The Supremes and Phil Collins were popular.
"Have You Forgotten?" by Darryl Worley – Patriotic response to September 11, 2001 attacks.[1]
"Still the One" by Orleans (1976) – A tribute to fidelity in relationships.
"Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd – A response to hippie culture. Defends Southerners from stereotyped attacks by liberal, Canadian rocker Neil Young.
"My Love" by Petula Clark – Christian love in secular form.
"I Fought the Law (and the Law Won)" by The Crickets – Its title says it all. The version by The Clash has a particularly good tempo.
"Anything Goes" by Guns N' Roses- A blatant message about the dangers of premarital sex.
"Seven Nation Army" by the White Stripes- A song about the growing power of conservatism.
"Stand By Your Man" by Tammy Wynette – Don't expect feminists to like that one! Or Hillary Clinton!
"Lee Greenwood's rendition" of Battle Hymn of the Republic – "As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free."
"The Man Comes Around" by Johnny Cash.
"You Light Up My Life" by Debbie Boone – One of the biggest hits ever, but liberals omit that this song is about Jesus.
"Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd - Because Conservatives want a free country, and liberals are in love with communism.


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History of dinosuars


Creation science asserts that the biblical account, that dinosaurs were created on day 6 of creation[3] approximately 6,000 years ago, along with other land animals, and therefore co-existed with humans, thus debunking the Theory of Evolution and the beliefs of evolutionary scientists about the age of the earth.

Creation science shows that dinosaurs lived in harmony with other animals, (probably including in the Garden of Eden) eating only plants[4]; that pairs of each dinosaur kind were taken onto Noah's Ark during the Great Flood and were preserved from drowning[5]; that many of the fossilized dinosaur bones originated during the mass killing of the Flood[6]; and that possibly some descendants of those dinosaurs taken aboard the Ark are still around today.[7]
Archaeological, fossil, and documentary evidence supports the logical conclusion that dinosaurs co-existed with mankind until at least relatively recent times.

Because the term only came into use in the 19th century, the Bible does not use the word "dinosaur." However, there are numerous references throughout the biblical account. For example, the behemoth in Job and the leviathan in Isaiah are clearly references to dinosaurs,[8] [9] although others have claimed that Behemoth and Leviathan are references to a hippopotamus or elephant and a crocodile respectively. However, the Biblical descriptions do not fit those creatures, note that hippopotamuses and elephants do not have a "tail like a cedar".

Monday, June 6, 2011

American Fork boy endures year of "wave at the bus"


AMERICAN FORK -- Some day, maybe 20 years from now, Rain Price may actually forgive his father. That would be when he has kids of his own, who may accuse him of embarrassing them. Then he will get out his photo album and show them how his dad used to dress up every morning and wave to the bus taking Rain to high school from their northwest American Fork neighborhood.
Actually Rain has gotten used to the idea and enjoys laughing with his neighbors and bus friends who check out his dad Dale's new costume every day of the school year. Nearing the 180-day finale of school, Dale has worn something different every day.
He didn't start out with this in mind.
"The school bus for the first time ever came down our street this year," he said. "This was his first year on the bus. My wife came running in the room and suggested we go wave at him to embarrass him. Later I overheard him talking to her, 'Mom, don't let Dad go out there again.' What a challenge."
So it began.
"I came out the next day with a Chargers helmet and jersey," he said. "I didn't plan on it lasting."
Rochelle Price, Rain's mom and Dale's wife, said it evolved from there.
"The next day, he was in an Anakin Skywalker helmet and was just a little goofy," she said. "I took a picture and put it on Facebook. After two or three days my sister called me from San Diego and she suggested I start a blog." And waveatthebus.blogspot.com was born.









Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A Young Norm?

Croatian Boy is a Magnet


In many respects, Ivan Stoiljkovic is much like any other six-year-old boy in his city.
He enjoys kicking a ball around in the garden of the home he shares with his family and is learning to play the accordion as a hobby.
But there are some areas of his magnetic personality where Ivan differs greatly - namely his ability to stick metal objects to his body.

There are also claims from his family in Koprivnica, in Northern Croatia, of unusual levels of strength and even healing powers.
But one thing is for certain - when Ivan takes off his shirt, he is able to stick metallic objects such as spoons, mobile phones and even frying pans to his body.
In total, his family says, he can carry up to 25kg of metal stuck to his torso.
In the video below, his grandmother Dragica adds metal objects of various sizes to his torso, including a huge metal frying pan.



Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1385885/Magnetic-boy-Ivan-Stoiljkovic-6-ability-stick-metal-objects-body.html#ixzz1M3BdZkgF


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Welcome to Pyongyang

How do you photograph one of the most secretive countries in the world? 
For Charlie Crane the answer was simple, photograph what they want you to see. If there is no possibility of getting underneath the surface then the answer was to photograph the surface itself. This series is taken from a larger body of work in Pyongyang, the capital city of North Korea. 

cont:



Scooter Jump

Ned, Dusty and Lucky are The Three Amigos

Friday, April 29, 2011

Signs


A gas retailer in the Moncton area believes there is more than one way to catch a thief, and he's using a portable sign asking the culprit to stop stealing his fuel.

Jason Lutes, who owns the Esso convenience store and gas station at Magnetic Hill, said the driver of a silver Pontiac G-5 has filled up at his station twice in the last two weeks, and then left without paying.

He couldn't use the licence plate to identify the thief since he said the driver removes his plates before filling up.

Lutes has placed a large sign with neon letters in front of his station asking the driver to stop taking his gas.

The sign reads "Hey Silver Pontiac G-5 with no plate—please stop stealing gas."

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Fat Piece of Shiiiit Passes Out

Another story

was busting for a shiit this afternoon so i thought for the first time ever id use the public toilets. i walk in there and there was only 2 toilets in there, both taken. so i stood by the sink holding in this mega boris. all i could think about was how good this will feel after i unleash the demon within, and while standing i could slowly feel the head leave its mark on my undies. 5 minutes pass and im still waiting in the quiet, listening to grunting and the 'plop' sound of the boris hitting the water. i couldnt hold this in any further, so i had to sya something. "how long will you guys be?". no answer. "i need to **** real bad i can feel it coming". "shutup and wait your turn" he says. another minute passses and usually i can hold this in but today was real bad. i couldnt do it any longer, so was time for plan b, **** in the sink. pulled down my pants and started grunting loudly and you could hear the boris slide down the sink. one of the guys then yelled "what the fuk r u doing" and opened his door, so i flashed my penis at him. he qikly closed the door and then i heard the toilet paper begin to roll. i only got one **** out but it was enuf, i used the paper towels to wipe my ass, and turned on the hand dryer so the hot air would make the **** smell even more. i heard his belt buckle and as i ran out i yelled "dont forget to wash your hands" and threw one of my paper towels with **** on it over in his cubicle.

Rear naked choke