This looks like a resort! (Lots of photos)
“A huge solar storm is on its way to Earth, and it could cause an ‘internet apocalypse.'”
The usual alarmist rhetoric:
“The year 2025 could bring about the end of the Internet as we know it if a massive solar storm causes enough damage to the planet, leaving some experts very worried”
If they commit suicide, he’ll teach them a lesson!
Obviously one cannot punish somebody for having committed suicide, so Kim Jong Un has declared that he will punish any local authorities unable to reduce the suicide rates in their domains.
“Kim Jong Un characterized suicide as an ‘act of treason against socialism‘ in the directive and emphasized that local government officials would be held responsible for failing to prevent such incidents within their jurisdictions.”
“Jo’s Cervical Cancer Trust, a United Kingdom-based non-profit, is offering alternative vocabulary for women’s genitalia to increase what the organization is saying is inclusivity in medical language.”
This is not from The Onion. It’s a real headline from Newsweek.
To be fair, Newsweek is not your father’s Newsweek.
As always, a Ponzi scheme causes the most harm to the people who come in last. Some of them lost every pattie of their original cow shit.
I especially liked how she fleeced the judges in three-card monty.
After the display she provided good eatin’ for all. She had it all: so talented, and so delicious.
When I made my trip to Russia in 2013, I wrote a novel. Yes, that was a very stupid way to pass my time when I had traveled to St. Petersburg with a beautiful young woman, but I had to deal with a severe moral crisis, and I did it in the way I know how.
My indecision about that relationship led me to examine the first 23 years of my life, and I suppose I learned a lot about why and how I trapped myself in a terrible situation. I had an unusual life between ages 3 and 23, I would say it was completely unique (as far as I know), and I suppose all of that may explain why I am always so timid about so many things. My mom and dad are gone, and I have never shared the details of my early childhood with anyone, not my best friends, not my ex-wives, not my children, so before I wrote this novella, none of the incidents existed except in my memory. Now at least they are on the record.
I will not claim to be James Joyce, but I can spin a yarn purty fair, and I have some pretty good ones to spin. I finished the work off in this week of illness by adding an epilogue.
There’s no Uncle Scoopy material except for my customary tip o’ the hat to Romy Schneider, so don’t expect any discussions of sex and nudity. It’s really kind of a sad story. There are also some laughs and there was a lot of fun in my life, but I always ended up getting humiliated in some way – physically, sexually, financially. After a few anecdotes, you’ll get the idea that they never seem to have a happy ending. I was like the Moll Flanders of Howdy Doody fans.
Anyway, those of you who basically know me because we’ve been sharing these blogs for decades may be interested to see what I was like in my years growing up in Catholic schools, which I never wanted to go to and my parents never wanted to send me to. I think you can guess that I have few kind words for the Catholic Church or its representatives.
Here is the link. (Blaise Sparrow is me.)
Talk about saying the quiet part out loud!
You know you’re out there when you are the craziest one on a talk show with Alex Jones and Nick Fuentes.
Ye and Nick Fuentes went on to talk about how much they admire Putin as well.
Least surprising observation o’ the day: “People often question the flavors and existence of our candy canes.”
Get ’em, while they last. Only four hundred bucks.
For just a few bucks more, you can also mix your loved one’s ashes with confetti, glitter and/or streamers.
“As of August 2022, the U.S. had 1.5 billion pounds of cheese in cold storage across the country. That’s around $3.4 billion worth of cheese.”
“A sizable portion of the stockpile is stored in a massive underground warehouse (a former limestone quarry) outside of Springfield, Missouri.”
If cheese ever becomes a precious commodity, Fond du Lac is the Dubai of the future. We’re building those skyscrapers now, on spec. We already have one that’s the tallest building in northern Wisconsin – nearly the size of a five-story building if you count the antenna, which admittedly comprises four of the five stories.
The internet is full of pictures and clips of Joey in this outlandish outfit. As far as I have been able to find, this crappy video is the only one with a visible nipple (or nipple-patch, as the case may be). Sample below:
There has to be a better version of this video somewhere. Stay tuned.
This seems to be a color version of her PETA ad, but the PETA image descends farther down her body, so we still don’t see the full monty. As a commenter points out, she was either wearing a crotch patch during all or part of the shoot, or one was added digitally. See below.
An extreme close-up seems to indicate that the crotch-patch was digitally added to the image. I am wondering whether both images are just Photoshop products. We know where the B&W images came from, but those color versions don’t seem to have a provenance that can be clearly established. As far as I can tell, they just appeared without attribution. And why are her eyes the wrong color in the “patch” version? I’m suspecting that both of these were created by ‘Shoppers by editing and colorizing the PETA images. But I don’t know that for a fact.