"I'm sorry, but the chick got in the way." - Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. Oh Lord yeah.
- It's nice to know Preznit Dubya's fearsome grandmother Barbara - aka Babs the White - isn't wasting her "beautiful mind" thinking about the soldiers her grandson has sent out to die or be mangled for no good reason.
War, What Is It Good For
Necrophilia is about to get banned in Britain. The forthcoming Sexual Offences Bill includes a clause that will, for the first time, make it a crime to have sex with a corpse.
So girls, only a few months left before it's
illegal to shag Mick Jagger.
Information site for Australian vampires:
Listen to Tatu's eurovision entry:
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Oh dear God the pain - Grappling With Diverse Conceptions of Diversity
"A chaplain who abuses his position and the sanctity of his robe by bribing bedraggled soldiers into accepting his religion in order to get a cool drink in a combat-riven desert; a neurosurgeon up to his elbows in the blood of American children who knows, for an unassailable fact, that the war goes far worse than we are told; and a young woman in Oakland whose face was smashed because she dared to speak her mind. These are but three of the stories that have come to us through the mainstream media filter in the last 72 hours. They are a dismal trifecta speaking to the darkness of the age."
Old Joke Home
The Scotsman was visiting in London for the day and called upon a lady of pleasure in Soho and after he had partaken of bodily delights, he gave her two thousand pounds.
"Why, that's incredibly generous of you!" exclaimed the surprised lady. "No man has ever before given me so much. And yet, from your accent you sound Scottish. Which part of Scotland do you come from?"
"From Edinburgh," replied the Scotsman.
"How fantastic! My father works in Edinburgh."
"I know," said the Scotsman. "When your father heard I was coming to London he asked me to bring you a share of his lottery winnings
"Why should we hear about body bags and deaths and how many, what day it's going to happen, and how many this or what do you suppose? Oh, I mean, it's, not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?"