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from Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sale Days at the Drugstore

 

I was browsing through a drugstore ad flyer last night.
They have so many good things in drugstores these days. Mostly women's stuff though. I saw a new product for girl's hair, called Bedhead. Something that musses your hair so you can match your guy's trendy Dumpsterhead I think. I wonder how the comb industry will fight back?
They had some strange groupings of sale products with special offers;
Like these women's briefs called Tena that come in a package. Of course they are made for any leakage that might be embarrassing for a gal. It happens as women grow into olderhood. As a matter of fact I can't tell my wife a joke unless she's already sitting on the toilet. She's afraid to laugh otherwise. But she rarely laughs at my feeble jokes anyway, especially when they're coming at her from under the bathroom door.
But the funny part is that you get a free six pack of Ensure when you buy the Tena briefs! Why can't men's briefs have a similar deal with a 6 of Bud? But then half a dozen beers would cause the leakage wouldn't they.
Another deal was NeoCitran and Buckleys, buy them both and they'll give you a whole CASE of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup!  I assume to negate the infamous taste of the Buckleys, but a whole case? What if I buy like 8 or 10 of each? I could open a soup kitchen.


But the men's thing that really caught my eye was the ad for Trojan condoms. You can get several types; the Originals, called Magnum. Or the Bareskin, or the Ultra Sensitives. Great.
The images with these names are like, er, macho; "the 44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun .... Make my day, Punk .... Did I fire five shots? Or six?" You can feel the powerful Clint glint emanating maleness overwhelming that skinny emo girl with purple and orange hair. She's helplessly receptive to your, Magnum.
And the name Bareskin conjures up a buff loin-clothed Tarzan grabbing the lusty Jane and swinging her off into the jungle sunset! Gawd!  And Jane squirming and pretending to struggle and .... oops, sorry, got sidetracked.
Well, Sensitive Trojans kind of make me think of a poet guy named Seth who always wears a scarf and uses crying to get his sex. Not quite there for me, but guys will try anything. I guess it is macho in a reverse psychology kind of mode. She's sexually sympathetic to your Sensitivity.

Yet this is the first time I have seen an ad for
LARGE in condoms. Yes that's the actual name, in a big bold manguy font too. Now I can't say I know what a large size would cover, but it makes me curious. Bavarian Smokies are one thing, but those huge German bratwursts are another. Where's the division between hot dogs at the ball park and a Louisville Slugger? Joltin' Joe is IN the building!

I know as kids we blew up the regular sizes and had lots of fun with them, you could fill them almost full with water, and find a hill on a rainy day so you could bowl them down the center of the street and they'd go for miles on the wet pavement! And they would inflate to about the size of your thigh leg. You can probably write Der Hindenburg on this Large size and fly them from a tether.
Large has so many connotations. Single guys could carry one when they go to a bar, inadvertently drop one by the table of those girls out for a night on the town. Of course your phone number is scribbled on the package. And keep a couple in your glove box in case of an emergency tire change, keep your hands clean with these rubber mittens. Take the pack out when crossing the border though or you'll be in for a strip search.
And when you buy this Large size, you don't step into the checkout lineup with hesitant stealth as usual, but wait for the cute cashier to open and slide them onto the counter face up, label readily read. L-A-R-G-E. Remember to seem embarrassed about your, um, disfigurement. 

 


Well I am way past using condoms. And never had the need for porn star sizes anyway. But a Large size condom might be very good for keeping extra socks dry on a camping trip. Or maybe keeping your slippers on. You`d never slip. Or filling one with Cheerios and stuffing it down your pants, ala Mr. Softie. Yes a codpiece. Way better than a heavy potato down there, which can be embarrassing when it slips down and falls out your pantleg beside your shoe. Hey, don't look at me I am just guessing. I suppose I could try one, but on me it would seem like a groin goiter, nothing sexy about that. My wife wouldn't ask in a husky voice, "What is that?" pointing coyly with a pinky finger. She'd probably say, "OMG What happened? Did you slip off your bicycle seat again?"  You could use one to keep your tennis balls dry. But no one plays tennis in the rain.

So all these Trojans are considered safety precautions against disease and pregnancy. And Large is something to consider if you are amply endowed. Even if you are not you could 'enhance' the package with those Cheerios. They are on sale too and after all they are the 'Breakfast of Champions'.

But I am no longer a Champion because I am marking the Centrum vitamins, Tylenol ache and pain remedies and Imodium ads. Now that's what drug stores are for. Champion only means Gene Autry's horse to me. OMG there is a connotation in there too!

I see blood pressure monitors are on sale. 
And one size fits all.

I'll be there on sale day.
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from Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wife arrested - penis in garbage disposal

 

IIn Garden Grove, California, a wife (allegedly) fed her husband drugged food, tied him naked to a bed, cut off his penis and threw it into the garbage disposal! My gawd, haven't they heard of a safe word? Everyone involved in kink knows that. The police found him bleeding profusely, still tied. And most likely crying.
This woman had a powerful hate on for her estranged husband. And kitchen knives are usually dull. Go look at your butter knife!

At least Lorena Bobbitt just tossed it out the car window. In that case the police went searching along Lorena's route and found it, lying there all innocent and meek having been nearly run over by a cement truck, crows on the overhead wires looking down. They asked one lady if she had seen a penis and she said yes, she had, her uncle's in the shower when she was nine.
They reattached the Bobbitt one.

In this case they didn't say whether a plumber was called to open the sink trap. But they might not have been able to distinguish the remains from the rutabaga she had peeled earlier.
They allege Catherine Kieu Becker drugged the meal and served it to her estranged husband shortly before the attack.
The 51-year-old man felt sick, went to lie down and lost consciousness. The victim's arms and legs were tied to the bed with rope, (not silk rope either)  his clothes removed and he was attacked with the kitchen knife as he awoke. All that holding and sawing, of course he awoke! They said he was conscious when his penis was removed. Like really. Would he doze off?
It was tossed into the running garbage disposal. No thoughts whatsoever of the recycle bin.

You men stop shuddering like that! And you women stop chuckling! It used to be the wife took us for the house, the car and the children, but this? I now cringe when my wife throws a rotton old banana into the disposal.

Ms Becker may be charged with - aggravated mayhem, false imprisonment, assault with a deadly weapon, administering a drug with intent to commit a felony, poisoning and spousal abuse. Bail was set at $1 million. Is that all?
When contacted the victim only said. "This is a private matter." 
Well it is not private at all, there is now post-traumatic-stress among husbands everywhere thinking of their own treasured privates!
My wife just made cookies. Chocolate chip, my favorite, good stuff, but now I have to call her into the room, have her stand there in front of me and look into her eyes as I eat one! Watching for any sign of deceit or subterfuge ...... or sparkle. I thought of getting a witness but then I'd have to share the cookies.
Our relationship is strained at the moment because she caught me switching dinner plates. I have PTSD already.

Lorena Bobbitt claimed years of sexual abuse drove her to the attack, and she was acquitted by reason of insanity. Who knows what defense Catherine Kieu Becker's lawyers will choose, the Extrapolated Penis Envy defense? Kink gone Krazy defense? Weiner Rage defense? Not sure but we need to keep this quiet. No sense giving women ideas. You have no idea how many females grinned with empathy for Lorena Bobbitt.

But starting right now I will only eat my wife's cookies in a crowded public place with my phone on speed dial to an ambulance.


Private matter indeed.

 


 

from Sunday, July 31, 2011
 Don't Ever look Back

Katy Perry without the boobs, and ... er ... well, without Katy Perry.

 

 

So, your kids aren't ALL doing THAT in their bedrooms with the door locked.

(His name is Keenan Cahill, find him on YouTube as BeenerKeeKee 19952)

Is he better than Gary Belsma, the Numa Numa guy? Scroll down to the bottom
of this page and see. The page is only silliness anyway, scroll slow and read.

 

 

the real Katy Perry

 


 

from Tuesday, April 05, 2011

 

Master Bates - new medical studies

In Health News: - Restless Leg Syndrome? Hay Fever? Parkinson's Symptoms? Prostate cancer?
There is help for these problems suggested from new health studies.

Are you suffering? Does your leg want to go walking at midnight after you tuck into bed? You want to pick wildflowers in that field but keep sneezing the petals off? Your arm is jiggling involuntarily and you're spilling your gin? You're not sure if your pooper is working properly?
Masturbate.

RLS is a distressing neurological disorder characterized by an urge to move the legs. It is usually associated with unpleasant sensations in the lower limbs such as tingling, aching and itching. Brain autopsies and imaging studies suggest one contributing factor of RLS is an imbalance of dopamine, the hormonal messenger that activates the areas of the brain responsible for pleasure. There IS a solution.
Masturbate.

In Spring a young man's fancy turns to ... er ... masturbation? There may be a quick and pleasurable treatment to clear those tingling noses, for guys at least – a well-timed ejaculation.
A blocked nose is caused by swollen and inflamed nasal blood vessels, irritated by floating air-borne pollen. But during ejaculation, the sympathetic nervous system constricts blood vessels across the body. That soothes the nasal blood vessels, freeing the airway for normal breathing. The logic behind the proposal is based on the fact that the nose and the genitals are both connected to the same part of the nervous system which  controls certain reflexes – the sympathetic nervous system.
Masturbate.

Parkinson's. It is suspected that dopamine imbalance is also responsible for some of the symptoms of Parkinson's disease; tremors, sluggish movements, rigid muscles and impaired posture and balance. Research doctors speculate that the release of orgasm-related dopamine might play a role in the alleviation of these symptoms. An orgasm provides one of the biggest natural blasts of dopamine available to us. So if you lose your balance and fall down, you know what to do.
Masturbate.

Prostate cancer worries? Your doctor has huge fingers? You have sphincter issues?
The protective effect of masturbation is greatest while men are in their twenties: those who had ejaculated more than five times per week in their twenties, for instance, were one-third less likely to develop aggressive prostate cancer later in life.
But why should ejaculating more often cut the risk of prostate cancer? The scientific teams speculate that ejaculation prevents carcinogens building up in the gland. (these carcinogens, by the way, can accumulate from second hand cigarette smoke) The prostate, together with the seminal vesicles, secretes the bulk of the fluid in semen. A prostatic stagnation hypothesis (try to stay with me on this) says that the more you flush the ducts out, the less there is to hang around and damage the cells that line them.
Masturbate.

So now you know that there is self help available, the five knuckle shuffle becomes important to your future health. Important, I said. The action no longer involves going blind at all. And you don't have to be prostrate to save your prostate. In fact parents need to encourage youngsters in the implementation of the practice as routine for future benefits, like brushing regularly.
"Jimmy, it's time for your health event, here's your Dad's Playboy, go into your room."
And you no longer need to shout "Reeeecolaaaa." from that Swiss alpine sward. Just sit down amid the pretty blooms and alleviate your symptoms.

If these findings are confirmed, future health advice from doctors may no longer be restricted to diet and exercise. Masturbation is part of a man's sexual repertoire, it is beneficial to use it.

In conclusion it's perfectly reasonable that males should be encouraged to masturbate. Flog your log. Beat your meat. Battle the helmet warrior. Pound your pud. Burp the worm. Clear your snorkel. Mangle the mute muppet.
So if you are going to tweak your twinkie, you may be saving the health system thousands of dollars in later life medical costs.
No detrimental effects have been found to this therapy yet. And of course diet and exercise in public is okay. But if you choose this new method for looking after your health in public, the costs of legal fees could eliminate the savings. The police don't hesitate to toss a healthy man into jail. That IS a detrimental effect. ("BOTH hands in the air, Sir!") The scenarios are endless ...

"What are you doing in there, man?"
"Flushing out my carcinogens."
"Okay, a health nut."

"Oh Honey, you got me a subscription to a men's health magazine, Penthouse, how nice. You still have that headache?"

"Tonight I'm going on a date with Handrea."

Masturbate. It's good for you.

Back later, I'm heading for the optometrist and the carpel tunnel specialist.

 

 


 

from Saturday, March 05, 2011

4 AM Cowboy
     I was awake this morning at 4 AM. My little transistor radio battery was dying. It would only bring in a cowboy station. So I listened. Lulled at first until the lyrics began to register.
One song was a lament from a boy remembering getting kicked out of his home at 12 years old. Another was a sad recollection of all the things that woman had done to him. Then one of a guy who lent his wife the pickup truck and she stopped it on the railroad tracks. He was really in sorrow, even more so when he learned that she had jumped clear! Cowboys and depression seem to go together.
No wonder those guys were depressed up there on Brokeback Mountain. You can only look at clouds and sheep for so long until you don't know which is which and you turn to the next warm body in the sleeping bag. 'Podnuh' has become partner with that new meaning.

And CW lyrics are aimed at depression;  you're a redneck heartbreak ....  so hard living here on my own .... bad ridin' cowboy .... for 43 dollars my friend lost his life .... I've been burned, I've been cheated .... you can hide your tears, you can cry in the dark .... death is waiting for its dance .... my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

..... OMG, of course they're so depressing.
Cowboys have a rough time of it. Used to be just get out there and ride the fences, rope a lil dogie, play the guitar and drink some whisky. Not now, they're filled with all kinds of guilt and regret.
Just look at their lives; They never get the girl any more. They ride ATVs instead of horses. Their bar has been taken over by some bling guy named Tiffany Dean doing Line Dancing. The train doesn't even run through town these days!  Their six gun is outpowered by a Glock19 and their hats only hold four gallons. What's a cowboy to do but lament?

Cowboys can't even go to Texas now because someone else's exes all live there and you know what exes are like. Rodeo Drive is off limits unless you have Tony Lama boots. And cow poop stuck under the heel just doesn't fly. Nobody tosses a brown frisbee. Alberta is frozen up most of the year and so are the steers. And Hiyo Silver just means the silver market is up 20 points!

Cowboys need a break. Happy songs. Maybe I'll write one. Call it Contented Cowboy. It would go something like this:


Drivin' with my Babe in my pickup truck,
she love the fresh air back there in the box.
Headin' for my bar an' with a little bit of luck,
we'll drink all night unaware of the clocks.

Ol' Rover dawg beside me on the passenger seat,
gotta get a move on I hear a choo choo train.
My Babe wears a mini skirt and lookin` so sweet,
got a Bud between my knees and I'm feelin`no pain.

Gonna dance all night, have some fun with my friends,
snuggle with my Babe, have her body next to mine.
Win a game of poker, till the big money ends
get the cash inside my pocket, feelin mighty fine.

Put my foot to the floor, get this old Ford goin`
Gotta get to that crossin, before the red lights flash.
Dawg just a howlin`, rain and wind now blowin` ...

Locomotive got there first .... cowboy got the crash.



Sorry, I just couldn`t help it. Cowboys are so depressing.

 

check out my real CW songs on the echoes page here


from Sunday, February 13, 2011

F 150 - such confusion

The Ford Motor Company believes there might be confusion between their Ford F150 pick up truck and the new Ferrari F150 formula one race car.

"Ford Motor Co sued luxury automaker Ferrari on Wednesday for trademark infringement after Ferrari named its 2011 Formula 1 racing car the 'F150.'  Ferrari's F150 apparently bears striking resemblance to certain parts of the Ford F-150 pickup truck. 
'Ferrari has misappropriated the F-150 trademark in naming its new racing vehicle the F150 in order to capitalize on and profit from the substantial goodwill that Ford has developed in the F-150 trademark,' 
Ford said in a complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Detroit."

 

So .... we are to believe that someone going to buy a Ford F150 pickup might inadvertently buy a Ferrari F150 instead because of the resemblance? Well no wonder Ford is angry. 
But let's look at a comparison:

  • The Ford seats 2. Or three if your girlfriend has a girlfriend and she's not too tubby.
    Or 14 family members if you live in Arkansas. The Ferrari only seats 1.
  • The Ford will just go fast enough to bump into things. The Ferrari could shoot off into space if you press the gas pedal too hard.
  • You can tailgate in the Ford on the way to work at the mill.  There is no one ahead of you in the Ferrari.
  • You can have your cousin? in the back playing his banjo in the Ford.  Even if you could in the Ferrari, you wouldn't know what he played until you stopped and the sound caught up. 
  • In the Ford you'll have your possum hunting buddies growling approval and saying 'Hey.'  In the Ferrari the Tifosi will worship you and be screaming bellisimo! The Ford guys just think those Italians are gay anyhow.
  • You can hide your gun under the front seat of the Ford. The Ferrari won't even accommodate your Platinum American Express card.
  • In the Ford you can drive over bumpy back roads just to watch your babe's boobs jiggle. No back roads for the Ferrari and when the girls flash you at Monza, you won't see them anyway.
  • In the Ford you can eat burgers while driving, even if you only have 3 teeth left. In the Ferrari if you open your mouth your teeth will be sucked out the back of your head!
  • In the Ford the radio only plays Willie Nelson. The Ferrari itself plays Pavarotti.
  • In the Ford you can cook roadkill on the manifold and have dinner ready when you get to the bar.  In the Ferrari ... er ... if you ask for blanco vino Chianti they throw you out of the bar!
  • In the Ford you can lay a sheet of plastic in the box, fill it with wet mud and have girlie fighting in there. In the Ferrari ...

Well, you get the point.  The Ford wins hands down and they rightly don't want Ferrari horning in on their sales. What would happen if these F150 Ferraris became popular on Ford's name? 
..... um .........   Sorry, I can't think on that any longer. But it does say something about the Ford executives who brought this lawsuit to court, and their view of their own customers. I think the Ford guys are still angry at the drive Enzo took Henry Ford II on in the sixties and made him poop his pants.

Me? I'm looking for a red Edsel.  There's no mistaking that car for ANYTHING else.



Oh, by the way, the Ford F150 costs about $40,000. The Ferrari F150 will thin your wallet by about 3 million. IF they'll sell you one.
Hard to confuse that part. 

 


 

Viral sound clip  -  Guido Hatzis  -  the plumber.

 

 

 

Created by two Aussie comedians,  Tony Moclair and Julian Schiller

in 1999 for their Australian radio show, Crud.  Still hilarious.

 


 

 

from Monday, January 11, 2010

Roxxxy the Sex Robot - 71 to go

 
Roxxxy the sex robot made her debut in front of adoring fans at the AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas.
Roxxxy is a life-size, anatomically correct, robotic girlfriend who comes complete with artificial intelligence and flesh-like synthetic skin. She stands five feet, seven inches tall, weighs 120 pounds, "has a full C cup and is ready for action," according to Douglas Hines,
 of TrueCompanion, the company producing Roxxxy. Hines was an artificial intelligence engineer at Bell Labs. 
Not sure if that means Douglas has artificial intelligence or Roxxy has.
It says here that she is a companion, she hears you, she listens to you, (note the separate categories) All women hear you, but .... well, you know.

There's more, Roxxxy comes with five personalities. Wild Wendy is outgoing and adventurous, while Frigid Farrah is reserved and shy. Would you pay $9000. for frigid? You can get a damned nice Frigidaire for that already stocked with beer.
I am not really sure I want a personality anyhow. My fridge has personality, it rots things just to bug me.

Besides, I already have my own vacant looking wide-eyed blow up doll, (Mazie) doesn't need any thoughts. And she seems to be mouthing a perpetual Wow! -  enough for my simple ego.
And I can deflate her and have a secret companion right there with me, folded deep into my front pants pocket.

Inspiration for Roxxxy the sex robot sprang from the September 11, 2001 attacks, when planes crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City and Douglas decided to replicate his friend's personality, who died in that event. ???  I am not making this up. I promise. But it does cause one to wonder about Doug's friends.
I can't figure this either, but after years of seeing those extremely beautiful Mattel Barbie Dolls I can't figure out why Roxxy was made so ... eewww ... ugly! She/it is like Cro-Magnon man with a wig. A rubberized Drag Queen who just stepped off Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I only suggest that perhaps she is intended to look like one of the 72 virgins promised to the suicide bombers on 9/11. Anything to put them off.

I wonder if she'll do a balloon fly if you stick a pin in her bum? Oh not .... you can bet she already has a hole in her bum.
Please don't imagine the ... um .... testing of this ... er ... product.
Damn now you are, aren't you?

Well no plastic perversions for me.
I am just going to stick to my regular Gentlemens' Club where I can enter from the back alley door and get chained naked, upside down to a wall and have Madame Merelda beat the hell out of me! Ah bliss.

Manufacturers warning: Don't kiss Roxxxy on your first date if you're wearing dentures.

 

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from Monday, May 22, 2006
 
Try not to laugh . . .
 

These people have all suffered bad things happening to them ...
                                                                                                                        .................... and it isn't funny.

 

 

from Friday, August 14, 2009

Do It Yourself Doctoring

It's coming folks. Huge cuts in hospital staff and access. Doctors moving to the clinic format, no longer having regular patients. Budgets being curtailed. No more elective surgeries.
All designed, some people think, to drive you to the for-profit private clinics that Gordon Campbell has allowed to undermine our own health care system.
So will it result in a Do It Yourself health care explosion?
There are now DIY dentistry kits where you can get the stuff needed to replace the tooth filling you swallowed. You already know what your dentist does to fix a cavity - he drills around in there to clean it up, then mixes the amalgam and fills the hole and polishes it up. So why can't you do the same thing? With the kits, you can. Pliers included please. Any Dremel will do the prep.
Sure it's temporary they say, but if the dentist charges you $800 dollars to fix it, and the kits are only $23 dollars, you can temp it 34 TIMES yourself! Even at a six month replacement schedule that equals 17 YEARS without you spending those big bucks.
So why couldn't you do other stuff yourself too? Operations? People have been delivering their own babies for centuries. Someone just needs to write a detailed manual on certain procedures. Step by step instructions on appendix removal, tonsil removal, hip and knee replacement, vaccinations, if you show me where the arteries are I could clean them out too. Stitches? No sweat, I can tie a double half granny knot. Criminals in Asia are already stealing kidneys from tourists so that can't be too hard. How many volunteers would step up for breast implants? DIY Colonoscopy? You could rent a fibreoptics tube, perhaps only $10 for the weekend, check out your friends too. Well maybe not. Vasectomy? Now you could use your sailor's hitch knot from cub scouts, couldn't you? Or your tie flying experience. Hey! Careful with that scalpel, Sailor. The DIY hemorrhoid kit might be a slow seller though.
Even mental health issues could be resolved at home. In years past ancient peoples solved the problem of evil spirits in the head by actually chipping a hole in your skull with an eolith, a flintstone axe, to let the malevolent demons out!  It's called trephining. And there's evidence the crazy persons survived! And we have way sharper axes today.
Sure, real doctors spend years learning, but you only need to fix the single thing that's bugging you, right? A DIY Doctor kit could help you to do it.
So, there are hundreds of procedures we could do ourselves. How hard can it be? We only need a DIY Doctor Store, kits for everything, instructions on CD, 24/7 web cam tech service.
Gaul bladder removal - Hospitable price, $30,000.
Ops-R-Us price - On Sale, $49.95. Biteable bullet and whiskey included,

 


 

from Thursday, March 10, 2005

Russell Crowe targeted by al-Qaeda

News item that al-Qaeda planned to kidnap actor Russell Crowe. The FBI warned him about the plot and protected him. What?
The al-Qaeda idea was apparently about taking iconographic Americans out of the picture as sort of a cultural destabilization plot.  Russell is an Australian?

Well he was born a Kiwi and went to Oz at 4. Doesn't the naive al-Qaeda know these Auzzies are tough? They grow up with dingos, crocodiles, Great White sharks, asps and funnel web spiders and STILL wander around the outback in bare feet and swim everywhere! Not to mention that Russell can be a surly bastard when aroused. You don't get between an Auzzie and his Fosters!
And besides, one has to wonder what cultural destabilization would result in removing Russell anyway? Sounds less like Osama Bin Laden and more like Idi Amin!
You just don't want to kidnap Russell Crowe!


I can just see Russell as the kidnapee, saying "G'dai Mite," while tearing off their heads and chewing their ears! Hmm, there's a movie in here somewhere.
Meanwhile, Russell only said, "Who is this Al guy anyway?"

  Russell in a GOOD mood.

 

 


from Monday, May 21, 2007

Stuff for sale

I was perusing the local papers the other morning, things for sale, browsing the Older Trucks list ... there were only two pick-ups. There was nothing to do but read on.

I inadvertently came onto Services for Sale, um ... er... Adult Services, and pictures of women offering wares, perhaps I should say bewares.

Here you can get massages, body rubs, domination, coddling, (assuming you wear a codpiece) escorts and perhaps anything that your particular fetish lusts for. One girl at 'Versace' had clamshells over her breasts, but it didn't say if she had a lunch bar selling chowder. One wonders about the flavour. Chantal offers exotic, erotic NEW 40DDDs. Did the old 40DDDs wear out? Did she upgrade from version 39DDDs? Another shouts Hot HOTT GFE. Ok sorry, but I never did find out what GFE is, or what the FS is that she does also. There's DATY and SOG too. My sicko little mind tried hundreds of combinations but to no avail, the best I came up with was Saggy Old Grandmother.

At least Hooter Haven is clear, and everything is so, er ... round there. I see some of the older ladies are regenerating their careers by applying the Cougar idea. Cougar Country she says, with a pic like Mrs. Robinson's legs. Maybe. Bear Country scares the hell out of me! Apple Pie caught my eye and was 36DD, but all I could think of as how many apples it took to make a pair of pies that big? One was Royal Lavender Massage, but I don't want to smell like my Grandma. Maybe if it was thyme or basil. I think Sophia Loren might smell like oregano.

The Transgender ads make you look twice. Those are GUYS? But at least you KNOW you're getting store bought boobs there. Wet Vancouver has this girl sitting sexily in the surf, but it's a little cold for the beach yet. Maybe she was just rinsing, I don't know. I think of fish and chips when I'm at the beach anyway. The Fox girls have enough cleavage to hide a full side of beef roasts. And the Greek Girls say they have toys and strap-ons but they don't say who's going to have the fun? Lots of 900 numbers for hot chat but if you hear a 'clickety click', that's probably the knitting needles as Grandma finishes her shawl. Or maybe a codpiece for Uncle Harry. Mistress Onyx in the black mask offers domination, BDSM, fetish and diaper, which you're going to need if she ever cracks you with that friggin' whip! Lots of Thais, but none with a peanut sauce. The Swedish Touch doesn't seem to come with meatballs either. One girl squirts while she works and I'm not following that any further. There's a sexy Spanish Italian Dish that was hot and spicy, maybe like a salsa pizza paella? And a Chocolate and Vanilla pair who 'taste good together.'  There's something I've never been able to do, I always just go for the two scoops of chocolate. I wonder if their names are Miss Baskin and Mizz Robbins? (as long and they're NOT Ben and Jerry)  The China Doll only made me think of Remon Chicken with chow mein and won ton. Nope, I didn't see a BBW called Won Ton.

Well, after scrutinizing the adult services ads, they did get to me, I had to raid the fridge for a snack. I guess I'm too far along to appreciate these 'Adult' services, food has taken over my sex life. I'm turned on by my wife's Angel Food cake. And soup de jour is enough French kissing for me. Ménage au trois only means can I manage three helpings?  I'm actually afraid to take Viagra. Maybe I'll just get a truckload of blue jelly beans instead and head on over to Burger King.
Oh wait, I need a truck first ...

 


 

from Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Today in History ... December 9

1994 U.S. President Bill Clinton fired U.S. Surgeon General Joycelyn Elders for reportedly suggesting that masturbation be taught in schools.

Of course Bill knew of a better way to ease one's tensions.

 


 

from Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Miss America - The f@$&%# up state of pageants

Miss America tested positive for cocaine. She has been carousing in New York City's bars and drinking martinis before she turned 21. She was caught doing a glue-faced tongue kiss in public with Miss Teen America, the other All-American party girl. Miss Teen America is a spokesperson for MADD!


Donald Trump is the co-owner of the Miss America pageant. Mr. Trump went into a meeting with the perfectly spherical-breasted Ms. Conner this morning expecting to terminate her reign as Miss USA.
But he said the meeting showed him someone with “a good heart” who had been caught up in the “whirlwind” of New York.
Evidently he couldn't say, "Miss America, you're fired!"  No truth to the rumor that she will go for Miss Earth Globe.


The Donald's hair was not mussed.



Monica Lewinski or Bill Clinton couldn't be reached for comment.


 

from Saturday, April 22, 2006

Let's play doctor

A 76 year old man in Florida, was charged with sexual assault after going door to door, posing as a doctor giving free breast examinations. He examined at least two women's breasts after they allowed him into their homes to accept the offer. Phillip Winikoff even carried a black doctor's bag and was found out when one woman allowed a genital inspection, but Phillip, in his excitement, forgot to don rubber gloves. His real occupation is a shuttle driver for a car dealership.

One can almost imagine the trial . . .

 

Mr. Winikoff is on the witness stand.

Prosecutor: Judge, and Jury. This white haired old man perpetrated a heinous criminal act of fraud on women in their early 30s; sexual assault, false pretenses, impersonation, performing a free service without qualifications, and everyone in America knows they don't do doctor stuff for free, furthermore and wheretoever, he caused embarrassment to other women who will not come forward. And lastly, he caused many policemen to sideline their other cases while they assessed the victims themselves for first hand, um, evidence ... so to speak. I rest my case.

Defense Councel:       Doctor Winikoff, would you have ...
Prosecutor:                  Objection your Honor, he is not a real doctor!
Defense Councel:      Sir, did you offer free breast examinations door to door?
Prosecutor:                  Objection to Defense Council's giggling, your Honor.
Winikoff:                       Yes sir, I did.
Defense Councel:      And some ladies allowed you into their homes for this ... ah, service?
Prosecutor:                  Objection on service! This terrible criminal only wanted to "service" the women. And they were FAKE breast exams.
Defense Councel:      Doctor Win ... er Mr. Winikoff, and then you actually DID do a breast examination, correct?
Prosecutor:                 Objection ...
Winikoff:                       Correct Sir. I did a thorough examination, nothing fake about it.
Prosecutor:                 ... counsel is laughing again!
Defense Councel:
     Thank you, Doctor Winikoff, and can you tell us how you did it?
Winikoff:                       I caressed ... er ... fondled ... um, examined them all with gentle care, Sir. I even listened to the heartbeat with my nice warm ear.
Defense Councel:      And why did you choose this community service for young women?

Winikoff:                      When was the last time you tried to get a doctor to actually come to your home? And those mammary gram machine things hurt like hell.
Defense Councel:      And they're all run by Nurse Ratchet!

Prosecutor:                 Objection. Community service? His intent was strictly sexual, your Honor!
Defense Councel:     That is speculation and conjecture, my learned friend ... Doctor Winikoff, Sir, were any Viagra pills found in your little doctor's bag?
Winikoff:                      There was nothing in my bag except my lunch. When you're 76 years old it gets kinda heavy to carry around. And my stomach ....
Prosecutor:                 It was the rubber gloves did him in, your Honor, he didn't have any.
Defense Councel:     Sir, did these women invite you into their homes voluntarily and remove their clothing of their own accord?
Prosecutor:                 Objection! They thought he was a doctor.
Defense Councel:      He kind of looks like a nice old doctor, though, doesn't he?
Prosecutor:                 He's a dirty old man!
Defense Councel:     Doctor Winikoff, had you found a lump or anything would you have recommended the woman see another doctor for more tests?
Winikoff:                      I always believe in second opinions, Sir, as a matter of fact my friend Harry, the wash guy down at the car dealership ...
Prosecutor:                 Oh my gawd!
Defense Councel:     We rest too, your Honor. No harm no foul.
Prosecutor:                Objection to your Honor's giggling, your Honor.

 

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from Thursday, February 03, 2005

One law for you - one law for the rich. (2)

Well, another example of dual criminality surfaces. (the 'Whitney Houston' law.)
It seems the authorities in LA aren't going to lay felony charges against Paris Hilton, the hotel heiress cum porn star. They quoted a lack of evidence in the case. 
Hmmm .... even though the incident was caught on tape of Paris stealing the video of her own sexual performance which was on sale at a newsstand, while all the time hurling insults at the newsvendor. Perhaps that tape will make the internet too.

I guess the DA wanted a hotel rate on his next vacation. One can hardly imagine the skinny little airhead as a porn star anyway. Wonder if she'll have a red-light room in all Hilton hotels when she takes over the chain? Maybe a mistress room at the Paris Hilton? Could be a money-maker if they make Ron Jeremy the hall porter. Ah, it's a simple life, isn't it?
Don't they charge 50 cents per toilet flush in Hilton hotels?


[always wear seat belts while driving in convertibles. always wear a condom if Paris has been in the car]

WARNING: doing a Google Images search for 'paris hilton sex tape'  may bring up pictures of Rick Soloman, who now looks scared after having sex with her, President Bush who seems to be saluting her, and a police officer pointing a flashlight into your window and asking how much you've had to drink tonight.

Do I see Leona Hemsley in here somewhere?

 

[[[ apology to Paris - she handled the John McCain issue with humour and style - making fun of herself while chiding that 'wrinkly old white-haired Dude'  - score ---  Paris - 1  McCain - 0 ]]]

 


 

from Friday, January 21, 2005

Bob Dylan film without Dylan

Martin Scorsese is making a film about Bob Dylan. However, he hasn't consulted Bob Dylan about it. He said he wants to present his own vision of Bob Dylan's life. What? Doesn't want to talk to Bob Dylan? I used to like Scorsese, now I think he might be a jerk. How do you do that? Someone has to write the film. When you write a picture you take an opinion, a point-of-view, you present a biased view. Always. And documentaries go for the truth. Or do they? Doesn't this go in the unauthorized biography catagory of National Enquirer?
Does it sorta go like this - - - ?

Writer:      "Hey Marty, should we at least give Dylan a call?"
Marty:      "I'm trying to make as honest a film as possible without unnecessary restrictions."
Writer:      "Yeah, actually talking to the guy might screw up everything."
Marty:      "I'm creating a story."
Writer:      "Okay ... Hey Marty, what say we have Dylan say this ...'War is good for you.' "
Marty:      "Sure, that sounds like what I'd like him to say."
Writer:      "Marty, do you see Dylan as Republican or a Democrat?"
Marty:      "Let's make him a Republican, we'll get him to sing for Nixon and both Bushes. Stir it up a bit."
Writer:     "Hey Marty, uhm ... maybe he doesn't write,
Times They Are a Changin', maybe he writes Moon 
                 River
instead."
Marty:      (Thinking almost a full 3 seconds) "Sure, my vision is he'd do that."
Writer:      "Marty, you're a wonderful guy, who's gonna play Dylan?"
Marty:      "Will Smith."
Writer:      (cough) "Er, Will Smith?"
Marty:      "Sure, Denzel played the Sinatra role in Manchurian. It's MY vision of Dylan."
Writer:      "Ok, Marty."   .............Uh, Marty?
Marty.       "Yeah?"
Writer.      "What was that you said about Lassie and the tambourine?"

 

 


 

from Saturday, March 19, 2005

Cool BC Parks of the future

NEWS ITEM: Leaked secret documents show Gordon Campbell's Liberals to allow major expansion of private lodges in BC Provincial Parks.


A family arrives at a BC Provincial park for camping ...

BOY:        Wow Dad, look at that, a big pink building!
MOM:      What IS that, Hon'? This was all trees last time.
DAD:       One of the new American style lodges, I didn't think they were here yet.
GIRL:      Cool, a Ferris wheel and look, a Brittney Spears arcade!
BOY:       Dad, can we get a slurpy at the Seven-Eleven?
MOM:     My goodness. What happened to our wilderness park?
DAD:      This was in that secret Liberal plan for our parks that Gordon Campbell had hidden.

BOY:      The parking lot is way flat and I didn't even bring my skateboard.
MOM:     Is that skinny thing a bear in a cage?
DAD:      Yeah, it says 'No Hiking. See a raccoon here.'
MOM:     That lodge is huge. The flashing lights for the bar are kinda bright.
SON:      Where are we gonna camp, Dad?
GIRL:     Dad, no tenting on the parking lot.
DAD:      I see that. It's $10 an hour to park here anyway.
BOY:      This is cool, Dad, just like the city. And there's gonna be a water park here soon.
DAD:      Don't they know there's a LAKE out there?
GIRL:      I like Gordon Campbell, he's changed everything.
(Dad starts to openly cry)
MOM:      Aw Hon, don't do that, she can't vote yet.
DAD:      She needs retraining. Whatever happened to seeing the wilderness?
MOM:     Whatever happened to Supernatural British Columbia?
DAD:      There was no money in it for the Liberals.
(Dad continues sobbing as a flock of starlings crap on his car on their way to the new McDonalds.)
GIRL:     Da-ad, Jimmy's breathing all the air again!
 

                           

Future BC Provincial Park

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from Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Movie review - The Legend of Zorro

Long in the tooth Antonio Banderas would rather ride the Black Horse than Catherine Zeta Jones, just when she's heaving her breasts ala Barbara Cartland romance novel, he rides off into the moon. A chubby lil Mexican kid runs weight off by the end of the picture and Catherine wells up with tears again and again.
Lots of sword fighting, but it's not Johnny Depp, more like his Dad with bad eye makeup, and nobody ever gets cut. But blow-ups are everywhere and even when a California orange falls to the ground it sounds like the Space Shuttle exploding. I think the sound effects guy must be the producer's brother-in-law. Bring ear plugs.
There are a couple of times where they forgot to put Antonio on the apple box and he has to look up to Catherine, but who cares? Being anywhere near that magnificent brunette is good enough, and especially when you're at eye level with her ..... well never mind. Have fun trying to spot the Lee Marvin movie parody.

The hero of the piece? I'd put my money on the Black Horse                

 

 

 


 

from Thursday, March 08, 2007          

            Cialis

Cialis has this advertising out right now - an older couple talking in a grassy glade. The sun is just right, the forest is fresh, their bicycles nearby, suggesting healthy fun people. It's a halcyon scene. Then they walk away into the bushes. I want to call out to them, "Hey, don't forget your bikes, this is a bad neighborhood!" But alas, they hear nothing because he has taken Cialis, the 36 hour Erectile Disfunction drug! Maybe Cialis makes you forgetful?
In another scene two people are sitting in separate bathtubs on a hillside in a vineyard, overlooking the city. No water pipes going into the bathtubs. Maybe they're all tired out from bringing the water to the tubs. Maybe it got cold after all that exercise? Maybe there was terrible shrinkage? Maybe they're just kinky?
By the way, when that couple is walking through the grape vines, does he look a little bowlegged to you?
They say that Cialis can be taken on a Friday night and you're covered for the whole weekend! Wow. Then they assert that the wife could say, "Honey, how about tomorrow?" and it'd still be alright. Does she have another headache? One of the side effects for men is headache and upset stomach. But men with good wood would only blurt, "To hell with the headache and I might throw up but sheeez look what I've got here!"
36 HOURS! The Cialis people say that provides a window of opportunity. I say stay away from windows or you might have the cops at your door! 36 whole hours. But wait, then they tell you to call your doctor if you have an erection lasting more than four hours! Isn't that kind of contradictory? Most old guys wouldn't call anyone at all, they'd be happy just to proudly stare at it for 36 hours! Maybe see how many coats they could hang on it?
Okay, so if your wife has a headache and you're standing at attention for hours on end,  all is not lost, but don't phone your doctor,  tell her you gave her sister a call.
That oughta be exciting.

 


 

from Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
  Kyokushinkai Karate  
  The meaning of Kyokushin is extreme real or truth. Martial art created by Sosai Masutatsu Oyama in 1955. It is a style of karate which focuses on strenuous physical training, especially kumite and tameshiwari, though it also includes kihon, kata, self-defense techniques, and weapons.

  It is the utilization of circular movement in the execution of techniques that distinguishes Kyokushinkai Karate from the traditional styles of karate that rely on simple linear motion.

  Kyokushin Karate is characterized by requiring of its participants, strenuous training, conditioning and realistic contact while free sparring, jiyu kumite. Kyokushin karate-ka believe this contact is necessary in order to fully appreciate the resiliency of the human body and spirit and to prepare for any serious confrontation.

  Kyokushinkai is now practiced worldwide by thousands, including Holland's famous world class judoka Jon Bluming and King Juan Carlos of Spain who bravely learned his Kyokushinkai when it was banned by Generalissimo Franco.

  My own sensei is Shihan Ron Sittrop of Vancouver, who shared his knowledge and expertise with compassion and intelligence and trained and bettered the lives of many young men who came into his dojos.

  Oyama died in 1994 but his legacy of bushido is immeasurable.

Sosai Mas Oyama

 

 

 

 

 

     

Why Kyokushinkai tournaments are called knockdown. Kyokushinkai rules.

 


 

from Thursday, September 29, 2005

Big Head syndrome

I went to buy some chicken the other day. The last time we bought chicken breasts they were huge. Sort of like the size of a dachshund if you cut it longwise into four. The chicken in the display case was like that. The butcher must use special platters for it. I was expecting to see a little wiry tail tucked under it.
I think it's the hormones they put into our food nowadays. They inject the cattle. Plump up the pigs with genetically engineered meal. Feed chemicals to the chickens. All to make them grow bigger. Bigger is better. Wherever these chickens are kept, I pity the fox who wanders into the hen house!
I think this is an American thing. They need big meals. MacDonalds' megga pounders. Wendy's Wonderbigburger. You go south in the USA and you get huge portions in the restaurants.
I met three young boys from Southern California recently. They all had really big heads. My friend was in Florida a while ago. The young boys there were all 200 lbs at 14 years old .... and they all had really big heads! It is noticeable. They were  Gary Larson people, from the Far Side, caricatures of themselves.
It's the hormones combined with Nature. We eat food now that is so much bigger and Nature is making us evolve into larger human beings. I'm afraid, knowing what happened to the dinosaurs. And this overgrowth has been going on for decades now. Those growth hormones are going into us via the chickens.
I think I might become a Vegan.
I don't want 'RBHS' - Really Big Head Syndrome.

..... pass that basketball sized head of lettuce.

 

 


 

from Monday, October 10, 2005

Today in history - Oct 10, 1886

1886 - Griswold Lorillard of Tuxedo Park, N.Y., fashioned the first tuxedo for men.
 It was said Griswold got the idea after a wildlife adventure trip to Antarctica.

 

 

from Saturday, April 02, 2005

Pope John Paul II

I am not a Roman Catholic, but I liked the Pope anyway.
Almost as soon as he took the power of his religion, he began changing the world, Karol Wojtyla who knew peril as a young man at the hands of the Nazis, went right back into Poland and courageously stuck religion into the face of the communists. And this single Holy man c
onfronted them with such a resolute adversary they never recovered. Yet he was shot for his efforts by a Turk from Bulgaria, supposedly put up to it by the Soviet KGB, who could see that he was a dangerous man championing the freedom of religious belief and challenging their future.

Solidarnosc (Solidarity) was born because John Paul II provided daring leadership and gave his people hope and power, and consequently, oppressed people everywhere shared in that new power. It was not only about religious freedom, but liberty for all humanity.
In the ensuing years the momentum from that historic and gutsy visit caught hold. He started the chink in the wall that brought down the Iron Curtain and freed most of Eastern Europe from the oppression of a generation of forced communism.
Pope John Paul II gave the people of Poland a new respect while using his religion for the highest purpose. He gave hope to people of every country.
We all owe him big time.


And no one tells Polack jokes anymore either.

 

 

from Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Better pictures . . .

They asked me to stop posting bad pictures of our British Columbia Premier,  Gordon Campbell.




They are right, this is no good.

Shouldn't have been put up here for your viewing.

Unfair to our beloved Premier.

Sorry, I won't post a bad picture like that again.



This one is much better ...



Yes, way better.   More centered and the colour is nicer, don't you think?

 

 

 

from Friday, December 24, 2004

Late News - Santa where are you?

News Bulletin: Just in. Santa's sley has disappeared from radar screens. After leaving the North Pole it seems he just vanished.
The new American Missile defense system had no comment on the rumour that a missile, which was supposed to have been launched in a failed test weeks ago, suddenly activated and headed toward Santa. The words 'Donner and Blitzen' flashed across military monitors and the computer read them as the German words 'thunder and lightning', believing it to be a codename for an attack from the French pretending they were Germany. As usual there was no mention of North Korea. The missile headed straight toward a red beacon mistakenly read as a warhead. Rudolph will be missed.

Homeland Security said that whatever happened, America is safer now.


Canada isn't.

 

 

from Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Rocky VI, could life be any better?

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the ring .... Sylvester Stallone appears, at 59 years of age, to battle glove on glove with yet another villain. Will he wear boxing shoes or bedroom slippers? Will he have a mouth guard or simply leave his teeth in his corner? Will he wear a jock strap or a hernia belt?
Who will the villain be this time?
The sleek Carl Weathers as Apollo Creed or the daunting Dolph Lundgren as Russian Ivan Drago ... no wait, Stallone won't have Lundgren back because the Kyokushinkai karate champion broke his ribs while they were shooting Rocky IV when Sly thought for a minute there that he was a real boxer. And anyway we LIKE Russians now even though Dolph is a Swede..
They'll need a serious enemy for this one ... Someone fearsome. Someone Ba-ad. A real boogy-man.
Eminem? ....... Nah, talks too much, we need our star to say the lines.
Hannibal Lecter with a starched white napkin and a glass of Chianti in his corner? ....... Nah, too literate for Rocky.
Mike Tyson, sheeez, scary, all teeth and wimpy voice, licking his lips, taunting Rocky. Whispering so Sly has to cock his ear and come closer. ...... Nah, too much like cannibal Hannibal.
Hey, what about Kim Jong Il, the North Korean President, bill him as the Pyongyang Pugilist against Rocky's Atomic Fists! ....... Nah, watching anyone smack that cartoon head of Jong's around would just become a comedy. Too much fun.
Hmm, let's see ... a woman maybe? Yeah Syd, that's IT! They're running for President now, they gotta take their lumps too. Hillary Clinton fits the bill, she's cool, she's nasty, some think she already murdered that guy in the White House ....... Nah, she'd beat the hell out of Stallone in the audition! Too dangerous for our hero. And the stunt doubles would refuse to do it.
Of course we'll have Talia Shire back as Granny Daisy Moses. (she's in with Francis Ford Cuppola, you know, and that means the Mafia) And Burgess Meredith again as the trainer. Yeah, I know he's dead but we're not giving him lines, he'll just have to sit there looking glazed. Again. Call his mortician.

I got it. I got it! Saddam Hussein! He's available. He's mean. He's tough. Everyone hates him. They could have Saddam enter from a hole in the center of the ring, all full of dust and dirt, spider-web beard and all! He's a natural Weapon of Mass Destruction. It's a win win situation. (Well not for Saddam) But it'll work! He's the anti-Santa Claus. Elton John singing Rocket Man! Fireworks and tracers overhead. That green film from the '91 war. A terrorist section in the bleachers! Stealth Bombers in the night. And when Rocky knocks him out, we'll have him fall exactly like that Statue in Bagdad! Just ... friggin' ... perfect.

Opponents?


Hmmm, but why do I feel most of the hot money would be on Saddam?

 

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from Tuesday April 12, 2005

     Ex-conversation ...

Reporter -     "Mr. Chretien, some people are saying you might be involved in this so-called Sponsorship Scandal
                        have you anything to say about it?"
Chretien -     "I am glad you ask me about dat scandal t'ing. I am hopin' Mr. Martin will get to bottom
                        of dat Brian Mulroney scandal."
Reporter -     "Excuse me, Mr. Ex-Prime Minister, but I was talking about the Liberal scandal,
                         not the Conservative one."
Chretien -     "If you notice, Mr. smart guy Reporter, dat Mr. Ex-Prime Minister Joe Who, endorse  the Liberal party
                        one time before. Even he was ashamed of Mr. Ex-Prime Minister Brian Mulroney's behavior."
Reporter -     "I think you mean Mr. Joe Clark."
Chretien -     "Joe Who?"
Reporter -     (pause of perplexion) "But Sir, you are ignoring the current Liberal problems, with the testimony of
                        Mr.  Brault and all his allegations of corruption using taxpayer’s money.”
Chretien -     "We don't had no alligators in Canada."
Reporter -     "Pulease."
Chretien -     "First t'ings first. People are also wondering where Mr. Ex-Prime Minister Mulroney has been getting
                          all dat money for high living."
Reporter -     "But Mr. Chretien, I wanted to ...."
Chretien -     "Call me Mr. Ex-Prime Minister .... and everyone wondering if Mila goin' to return dat furniture."
Reporter -     "Mr. Ex-Prime Minister, are you denying you have any involvement in this latest scandal?"
Chretien -     "I did not say fuddy-duddy, like Mr. Ex-Prime Minister Trudeau. I did not grab Iona Campagnolo's ass
                        like Mr. Ex-Prime Minister John Turner,  who did fall into a hole when Mr. Ex-Prime Minister
                        Mulroney appear on da scene. And no one follow Mr. Ex-Prime Minister John anymore.  And Mr.
                        Ex-Prime Minister Bordon get all dat war time scandal."
Reporter -     “That was in 1917!”
Chretien -     “See? I tol’ you so.”
Reporter -     “And John Diefenbaker is dead.”
Chretien -     “Oui. He die every day on da floor of Parliament.” (chuckle)
Reporter -     (sigh) "Sir, er, Mr Ex-Prime Minister, they say that Prime Minister Martin will sacrifice
                       you to hang onto power for the Liberals and ...."
Chretien -     "You might as well start calling him Mr. Ex-Prime Minister Martin."
Reporter -     "So do you think he'll last as long as Ex-Prime Minister Campbell?"
Chretien -     "He was Prime Minister?"
Reporter -     "KIM Campbell. SHE lasted almost 6 full months. She had no time to get into a scandal."
Chretien -     "Merde. Damn Westerners."
Reporter -     "She might have been honest."
Chretien -     "You know, I am proud I send Mr. Ex-Prime Minister Campbell to work wit’ dem morons 
                       sout' of da border."
Reporter -     (bigger sigh) You aren't going to answer anything about the current scandal,
                       are you Sir?"
Chretien -     "Montreal Canadienne not doing too good dis year."
Reporter -     "Yes, I hear Serge Savard is even implicated. And there IS no hockey this year.”
Chretien -     “Dat is not hockey. Dem new guy still got all dere teet’.”
Reporter -     "One last question, Sir ...."
Chretien -     "Mr. Ex-Prime Minister."
Reporter -     "Mr. Ex-Prime Minister, when Mr. Martin falls in disgrace, who will be the next leader of Canada?"
Chretien -     "Gilles Duceppe."
Reporter -     “Thank you Mr. Ex-Prime Minister.”
Chretien -     "Mercy."

 


 

hate Ozzy Osbourne?

Why? Because he talks funny? Because his music made him really rich? Because he's got Sharon and you don't?

Watch this video for a glimpse of his tender side and a universal message in a truly beautiful song.

 

 

 


 from Sunday, December 23rd, 2007

    Frozen Woolly Mammoth sent to Japan

 

        The body of a frozen woolly mammoth has been discovered by a reindeer herder in a subarctic region of Siberia.  It has its trunk and eyes virtually intact and even some fur remaining, said Alexei Tikhonov, deputy director of the Russian Academy of Sciences' Zoological Institute. Wooly mammoths are thought to have existed between 40,000 and 10,000 years ago.
 

 

 

The Ice Age beast has been sent to Japan for study by scientists.


Bi-ig mistake.
The Japanese said they thought it would taste very good and were preparing vats of whale soup to go with it.

 

 

 

 

 


 

from Thursday, May 05, 2005

Our Fair Political Debate

Moderator - In the spirit of fair BC politics, unlike the television media coverage, we have invited candidates from all the running parties to participate in debate tonight about the issues most concerning British Columbians in the upchucking ... er, upcoming Provincial Election on May 17th ... or 18th. Nice to have you all here, certain parties did not send candidates, for whatever reasons. Just one note, our Marijuana Party member is on a day pass from his prison cell. So, we’ll get right to ...
Liberal -                     We did not sell BC Rail, it’ll be ours again in 990 years. We still own the rocks under the tracks, you know. The economy is great. People are all feeling wonderful!
Marijuana Party -    Yeah, sssswwwwwwwwttt, I’m feelin’ pretty good.
NDP -                         My old Aunt Martha isn’t feeling that great, we haven’t seen her for 8 months since you Liberals closed her hospital, we think she’s still in a closet in there!
Green Party -           We stand for more trees, more fishies and moosies and lakes and ...
NDP -                         There’s another leaked document, the Liberals are draining the lakes.
Marijuana Party -    Cotton candy, Man, there’s the thing. Sssswwwwwwwwwtt.
Green Party -           Please, don’t blow that smoke at me.
Liberal -                     Me either, I’ve had enough trouble with impairment.
NDP -                         You were mentally impaired BEFORE you took office.
Marijuana Party -     Hey, Man, ever smoke any of that pakalolo in Maui?
Liberal -                     Shhhh.
Green Party -            We’re for clean air.
Unknown Party -     So am I. Who let one?
Liberal -                     Sorry.
Green Party -            We’re for bears and ...
Sex Party -                We’re for bare naked!
Marijuana Party -     Coo-ol.
Moderator -               Can we talk about the issues?
NDP -                         The Liberals ARE the issues.
Work Less Party -   Some people don't know what the issues are .... because they're working too much.
Marijuana Party -     Some people don't know a Hoochie Mama from Ho Chi Minh either. Sssswwwtttt.
Democratic Reform - We should discuss STVs.
Unknown Party -     I don’t get that channel.
Sex Party -                Play safe, no STDs. We’re for public nudity and sex in the workplace. It would make for a much nicer day and a release of tension.
Liberal -                     And plenty of sunburn, what about Health Care costs?
Green Party -            ST V, the Several Transferable Vote.
Moderator -               Let's be serious. Do we want to transfer our votes or not?
Marijuana Party -     Whhhhhhheeeeooooooooooo. Transferred mine to Sparky last weekend. Look what I got for it.
Liberal -                     Psst! MaryJane Guy, got any papers?
Work Less Party -   We need to skip right to the 22 hour work weak, it would make more jobs. Excuse me a moment, I have to phone in sick for tomorrow.
Sex Party -                Make more time for sex. By the way, Green Party, you should show a bit of cleavage. Maybe hike up that skirt a little.
Marijuana Party -     Sssswwwwwwwwwwwwttttttt.
NDP -                         Whew, it’s hot in here.
Unknown Party -    Anyone got any spare change?
Liberal -                     Moderator, make them be serious. Let’s talk about what’s important to British Columbians.
Moderator -              We hope to define that tonight.
Green Party -           I’m for a greener BC. Quit exhaling on us!
Marijuana Party -    Dave’s not here, sssswwwwwwwwwttttt, want a hit, Man?
NDP -                         We are supposed to be here for BC voters. So they can decide stuff.
Marijuana Party -    I’m for BC, Bud.
Green Party -           Mr. Moderator, The Liberal is moving next to the Marijuana Guy, I think they’re making a deal.
NDP -                         He’s breathing deeper too.
Unknown Party -    Any spare change?
Liberal -                     We’re gonna change the world, tee hee hee.
Democratic Reform - What about ICBC?
Liberal -                     You won’t see it for longggggg. Giggle. We’re selling it to the Americans.
Work Less Party -   ICBC or BC?
NDP -                         Was that part of your plea bargain, Liberal? Ha ha.
Marijuana Party -     Ssssswwwwwwwwwwtttt. Yo, Green Party, save the trees, grow hemp.
Green Party -            We gotta stop sending raw logs out of the province.
Liberal -                     Okay, we’ll cook ‘em first! Har har har.
Marijuana Party -     Funny, Man. Ssssswwwwwwwwwwtttt.
Moderator -               Please, we need to pay attention. What about BC Hydro power dams?
Liberal -                     Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! Haw haw haw.
Democratic Reform - Hey Liberal, is your Federal branch still gonna let Americans shoot torpedoes in Georgia Straight?
Unknown Party -     I’m hungry, anyone got potato chips?
NDP -                          Let’s try and concentrate here. Tee hee. Did you know you’re ears were crooked? Ha ha ha. Oops! Argh.
Green Party -            Did you hurt yourself, NDP? I’ll fix your chair.
Liberal -                     Ssswwwwwwwwwwwtttt. Leave her down there.
Green Party -            Sex Party, stop it! I’m not like that.
Democratic Reform - Gimme some of that ...... Sssswwwwwwwwwwwttttt.
NDP -                          Sssswwwwwwwwwtttt. Takes the pain away.
Marijuana Party -     Sssswwwwwwwwtttt. Wwwwoooohhhhhhhhoooooooooooo. The joint is jumpin'.
Unknown Party -     Pass it then.
Democratic Reform - What was I for again? Haha ha ha ha.
NDP -                          Delicious. Aar Aar Aar.
Sex Party -                Green, it’s ok, we’re only on radio.
Moderator -               Oh jeeze.
Liberal -                     Where did they go?
Green Party -            Oh, Sex Party, it’s been so long ....... oohhhh my.
Sex Party -                Green, You're a Babe!
Democratic Reform - What are you two doing down there?
Unknown Party -     Reforming democracy. Sssswwwwwwttt.
NDP -                         Chips anyone? This room is nice the way it revolves.
Democratic Reform - Anyone got dip?
Work Less Party -    Lotta dipshits in the government.
Marijuana Party -     Ssssswwwwwwwwwwtttt. I read where there’s an erection comin’ up soon.
Sex Party -                Hey, erections are in OUR platform.
Green Party -           Come back down here, I'll show you a platform.
Sex Party -                Woo.
Moderator-                Excuse me .... I think he meant the election. We're supposed to be talking about that.
Liberal -                     Or not. Haw haw haw haw. Swwwtttttt.
NDP -                         Who brought the munchies? Sssswwwwwwwtttt.
Unknown Party -    Any spare change? Sssswwwwwwwwwtttt.
NDP -                         I think some coins fell out of Sex Party’s pocket. He he he.
Work Less Party -   Forget it, the Liberal got it already. Sssswwwwwwwtttt. Ha ha ha ha.
Liberal -                     Burp. Haw haw haw. Mumble.
Marijuana Party -     Wheeez.
Moderator -              Marijuana Party guy, you are a candidate running from within prison and here tonight on a day pass, what time do you have to be back?
Marijuana Party -    Who's goin' back, Man?
...
..
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Moderator -               Is that it then? No one going to even speak anymore? Are all of you content to just sit there with silly grins and float? ........                     You’re all darned lucky this is radio .........Ah, what the hell, gimme a hit .... Ssssswwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!

 

note; the Unknown Party member was an apolitical dumpster diver who was only passing by hoping for a meal.
All other party members were authentically suppositional. Remember to vote on May 17th ..... or18th.                                                                                                                                                          or not.

 

 

 

from Thursday, June 02, 2005

   Today in history - - - June 2

  1924 - Congress granted US citizenship to all American Indians.

  Big of 'em.
    er ... shouldn't it have been the other way around?

 

 

from Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Things I learn as I get older

- you don't want to have your laundry hamper and your toilet in the same room if you get up at night.

- intestinal gas is not a propellant.

- I must have only dreamt I peed a hole through cardboard once.

- all those people weren't actually talking to ME.

-  prunes aren't funny anymore.

- if you wear dentures, don't spit while flushing the toilet.

- hair moves around under your skin to a different place.

- snoring is like a reverse alarm system.

- on the pleasure scale scratching a rash and good bowel movements are now tied for first.

- untying your shoelaces is way harder than tying them.

- the best way to keep your slippers on is to put your socks on OVER them.

- cover your mouth when you cough; it's embarrassing to spew germs all over. It's even more
              embarrassing to spew your teeth over the checkout counter.

- women's thongs worn backwards are not sexy.  On Grandma.

- to appear like a stud in a swimsuit, put the potato in the FRONT of your Speedo, not the back.  

 


 

from Thursday, August 31, 2006

 Air Canada - Brokeback Airlines?

The crew of an Air Canada passenger jet was forced to break down the cockpit door in mid-air after the pilot locked himself out when he popped out for a minute to use the toilet at the back of the Air Canada Jazz aeroplane. The bizarre incident occured with 30 minutes to go of an internal flight from Ottawa to Winnipeg. Hmmm. And it seems, aside from being funny, a little troubling. Apparently this pilot was talking on an internal microphone to the First Officer IN the cockpit during the incident. Hmmm again. Couldn't the First Officer have simply unlocked the door? Were they angry at each other? Was the First Officer afraid of the pilot? Why wouldn't he open the door? Was the FO having too much fun steering?

Pilot -     "Let me in, Bruce!"
First -     "No, you never let me steer."
Pilot -     "Just open the door."
First -     "Sure, sure, you're always nice when we're alone, but in public, oh no, then you ignore me."
Pilot -     "I won't ignore you anymore, just OPEN THE FRIGGIN' DOOR."
First -     "If you're going to swear at me like that ...."
Pilot -     "Bruce, this is embarrassing, the passengers who aren't terrified are laughing."
First -     "So I'm a laughing stock am I?"
Pilot -     "Sheeeez .... Anybody got a screwdriver?"
First -     "You won't find one, they're not allowed. Terrorists could use them."
Pilot -     "Bruce. please open the door."
First -     "No, you could be a terrorist."
Pilot -     "Just undo the lock, I promise I won't be mad."
First -     "I can't reach it, I'm busy steering."
Pilot -     "We'll say the lock got stuck. I'll let you land. "
First -     "......... Promise?"

The troubling thing is that Manon Stuart, spokeswoman for Air Canada, when explaining the 'event' said, "We investigated the incident and the crew followed standard operational procedure." What? They have a procedure for when the pilot locks himself out of the cockpit? Is it in a manual somewhere? Rule 5A? Just under Parachuting?
I'm not sure if it's funny or not?

 

 

Wisdom

  Give a man a fish and his belly will be full for the rest of the day ...

   Teach a man to fish and his belly will be full for the rest of his life.

 

   Give a man a match and he'll be warm for a while ...

   Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.

 

 

from Sunday, May 14, 2006

Today in History . . . May 14

1643 - King Louis XIV, who would become known as the Sun King, became ruler of France.


 

 


King Louis

 

 

 

 

from Friday, August 18, 2006

 Astronomers - be fair, be fun.                               

As International Astronomers meet to redefine our planets this week, some are worried about the status of our tenth planet. Officially designated 2003 UB313, it was originally discovered in October, 2003 by Caltech's Michael Brown, Chad Trujillo from the Gemini Observatory in Hawaii, and David Rabinowitz from Yale University.


They are also deciding if Pluto is to remain classified as a planet. Recent addition 2003ub313, now more affectionately named Xena, is slightly larger than Pluto. Xena's sidekick moon has been dubbed Gabrielle. If Pluto stays in, then Xena must be included. The scientists are thinking that Pluto's satellite moon, Charon, might also be classified as a planet, even though it is small enough to be a 'Pluton'.


Well we need fairness in your decision, Messrs Astronomers, and a little lightness and fun in our immediate galaxy. If Pluto stays in, and Charon adds in, then Xena and Gabrielle MUST stay in.


There are thousands of amateur skywatchers here on Earth, peering into the glinting blackness above, who couldn't bear to have Xena and Gabrielle parted again. A single orbit takes those two worlds 560 earth-years. It's not about mimicking a tv show, it's about imagination and putting a little fantasy into science to make it more interesting and perhaps enticing to casual observers. Don't be xenophobes, give the Xenaphobes of the world something to hope for..

I, for one, would feel better if the names became official and knowing that Xena, the Warrior Princess and Gabrielle, her loyal companion are out there together forever. It would just make the scintillation of the night sky a little brighter.

 


 

from way back when . . .

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By now everyone in the world has seen  Gary Belsma, but here he is once more

 

 

 

 


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