START TODAY
MAKE NO DELAY
TRUTH will out!
This is Mr Curtis’s shop window in Barrack Street, Waterford, dressed for a competition. (Circa: 1930.)
Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland.
“Oh, go fuck yourself”
That such brutal language as “You cock-sucking son of a bitch!” “You prick-eating bastard!” “You cunt-lapping dog!” “Kiss my ass, you son of a bitch!” “A dog must have fucked your mother when she made you!” “I fucked your mother, you sister, your wife!” “I’ll make you suck my ass!” “You cock-sucker!” and many other revolting terms are used by a limited number of players to intimidate umpires and opposing players, and are promiscuously used upon the ball field, is vouched for by the almost unanimous assertion of those invited to speak, and who are competent to speak from personal knowledge. Whether it be the language quoted above, or some other indecent and infamous invention of depravity, the League is pledged to remove it from the ball field, whether it necessitates the removal of the offender for a day or for all time. Any indecent or obscene word, sentence, or expression, unfit for print or the human ear, whether mentioned in these instructions or not, is contemplated under the law and within its intent and meaning, and will be dealt with without fear or favor when the fact is established by conclusive proof.
This may or may not be an actual memo sent to Major League Baseball players in 1898 as part of a campaign to eradicate foul language from the game, but who gives a fuck, you worthless ball licker?
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headline of the day, II
Jon Stewart accidentally slashes wrist during Weiner sketch, receives stitches
headline of the day
Rent A Grandma Begins National Rollout via its Franchises
from the spam
Decadent Erotic Greedy Girl Parties For Girls & Couples Seeking “Men”
Animated Fowl and (or in) Trousers
“You’ll notice you never saw an animated duck wearing pants.”
Nope. Never. Same for animated parrots.
But take a look at the animated rooster, Panchito Pistoles, in this clip from Disney’s The Three Caballeros (1944).
“Get that cock into a pair of britches, fer crissake!”
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I’d buy that app.
Fuck it I’ve heard enough, I’m going to make some killer android app that listens to every word you hear and uses Google’s voice recognition shit and some semantic networks and logistic regression crap and fucking starts chirping at you whenever it detects someone is hitting on you, make it look like an incoming call from captain obvious or something. It make take a while to accumulate enough training data to detect every subtle hint but it should pick this one up pretty easily. #
One of the 5,661 comments on From Male Redditors: What are some hints females gave you, but you didn’t get them until after you had your chance?
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The precepts in this section—many of them written in a digressive, self-serious style that reads as if Ayn Rand and Deepak Chopra had collaborated on a line of fortune cookies—are never about making money, at least not openly
There is nothing to fear from truth.
When a pack of hyenas takes down a young wildebeest, is this good or bad?
Ask yourself whether you have earned the right to have an opinion.
The pursuit of billions of dollars through aphorisms and “radical transparency.”
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Cindy and I bought some flowers recently at Central Market here, and one of the bunches was several stems of Pussy Willows. It had one of those plastic strip labels on it that is attached by the whole thing slipping through a slot in itself. Sometimes the slip-through doesn’t extend to the whole length of the label, and in this case it stopped short in a way that caused me to show it to Cindy. As exposed, the label read: Giant Pussy.
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Ugandan English
The Broadway play The Vagina Monologues had a brief, but notorious, appearance on the Ugandan stage before being banned by government censors. The brouhaha led to the entry of the word monologue into Ugandan English as a euphemism for vagina. The newspaper Red Pepper popularized the use of the word kandahar and after the 2010 World Cup, vuvuzela for vagina, and whopper for penis.
From a wiki article on Ugandan English.
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Fart Machine No. 2
after farting
It’s a call to joy.
quote out of context
Success in any case requires the adjuvancy of a superior woman. THIS IS THE LAW! A harlot or low woman is useless for all such lofty and holy purposes, and just so is a bad, impure, passion-driven apology for a man. The woman shall not be one who accepts rewards for compliance; nor a virgin; or under eighteen years of age; or another’s wife; yet must be one who hath known man and who has been and still is capable of intense mental, volitional and affectional energy, combined with perfect sexive and orgasmal ability; for it requires a double crisis to succeed…
The Order of Myths
A film by Margaret Brown. Trailer:
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headline of the day, III
Vatican says Benedict no longer an organ donor
this somehow feels dirty to me
Dear clusterflock
Is there a word for that feeling of slicing through a stick of cold butter? If it doesn’t exist, I think it could also be used to describe the experience of riding in a very expensive car or how a bite of perfectly cooked lamb shank melts in a mouth.
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By the way, where are those cows? I’m starting to get a little worried. You think they would have at least called by now.
Father Christmas fucked my pussy (Christmas pussy song)
(thanks, Aaron)
spam name
Wilda Fish.
Half in love with easeful death
Over on Facebook, I just glanced at a gallery of photos taken at the fortieth reunion of an LA friend’s Beverly Hills High School class.
One photo was tagged “Front Lawn.” I swear that when I first glanced at the tag, I read “Forest Lawn.”
The Hole
AKA New York City’s Ninth Ward:
30 Feet below sea level, mafia dumping ground, and home of The Black Cowboy Federation. The Hole is one of the most mysterious and uncharted locations in New York City. “The Hole”—a film by Courtney Sell and Billy Feldman. Coming soon.
