INFANT DISCOVERED IN BARN - CPS investigates

INFANT DISCOVERED IN BARN, CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES LAUNCH PROBE
Nazareth Carpenter Being Held On Charges Involving Underage Mother


Bethlehem, Judea - Authorities were today alerted by a concerned citizen who noticed a family living in a barn. Upon arrival, Family Protective Service personnel, accompanied by police, took into protective care an infant child named Jesus, who had been wrapped in strips of cloth and placed in a feeding trough by his 14-year old mother, Mary of Nazareth.

During the confrontation, a man identified as Joseph, also of Nazareth, attempted to stop the social workers. Joseph, aided by several local shepherds and some unidentified foreigners, tried to forestall efforts to take the child, but were restrained and tasored by the police.

Also being held for questioning are three foreigners who allege to be wise men from an eastern country. The INS and Homeland Security officials are seeking information about these who may be in the country illegally. A source with the INS states that they had no passports, but were in possession of gold and other possibly illegal substances. They resisted arrest saying that they had been warned by God to avoid officials in Jerusalem and to return quickly to their own country. The chemical substances in their possession will be tested.

The owner of the barn is also being held for questioning. The manager of Bethlehem Inn faces possible revocation of his license for violating health and safety regulations by allowing people to stay in the stable. Civil authorities are also investigating the zoning violations involved in maintaining livestock in a commercially- zoned district.

The location of the minor child will not be released, and the prospect for a quick resolution to this case is doubtful. Asked about when Jesus would be returned to his mother, a Child Protective Service spokesperson said, 'The father is middle-aged and the mother is definitely underage. We are checking with officials in Nazareth to determine what their legal relationship is.'

Joseph has admitted taking Mary from her home in Nazareth because of a census requirement. However, because she was obviously pregnant when they left, investigators are looking into other reasons for their departure. Joseph is being held without bond on charges of molestation, kidnapping, child endangerment, and statutory rape.

Mary was taken to the Bethlehem General Hospital where she is being examined by doctors. Charges may also be filed against her for endangerment. She will also undergo psychiatric evaluation because of her claim that she is a virgin and that the child is from God.
The director of the psychiatric wing said, 'I don't profess to have the right to tell people what to believe, but when their beliefs adversely affect the safety and well-being of others - in this case her child - we must consider her a danger to others. The unidentified drugs at the scene didn't help her case, but I'm confident that with the proper therapy regimen we can get her back on her feet.'

A spokesperson for the governor's office said, 'Who knows what was going through their heads? But regardless, their treatment of the child was inexcusable, and the involvement of these others frightening. There is much we don't know about this case, but for the sake of the child and the public, you can be assured that we will pursue this matter to the end.'





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Just Real Quick

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Wa ha there, Pilgrim

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Hump Day

As I left the house this morning, I saw a bright, shining star up in the sky. And then I thought perhaps it was a burning plane crashing down. It was so bright, it was hard to look at. I kept watching it as it fell. It reminded me of an skit from a really old episode of Saturday Night Live, involving Steve Martin and Dan Akroyd:

"What the hell is that?"
"Yeah, what the hell IS that?"
"What the hell is that?"
"Oooooh, I know what that is."
"Oh, yeah."
long pause
"What the hell IS that?"

Anyway, the light went out, leaving nothing but a long tail of smoke behind. It was a flare.

Just as it went out, someone fired another one. By this time, I was in my truck and driving to work, watching this odd sight out my window, instead of worrying about the road because, let's face it, I'm the only person for miles out here.

By the time I reached 'town', as we like to call it when we get to the "Reduced Speed: 45 mph" sign, there were 6 smoke trails in the sky, with one burning flare still going. And I'll be damned if I could figure out where the hell the person firing the flares was.

What good do flare guns do if they shoot up so high that no one can figure out where the hell the person who fired them is? I mean, sure I may be aware that someone is firing flares. They may be hurt and in need of help. They may be lost out in those woods somewhere, with a bullet from a deer rifle in their ass or something. But if I have to use the flare to figure out where they are, they're shit out of luck. There's just no way.

Did you ever wonder why The Professor, with all his amazing inventions that he made out of coconuts and Mary Ann's bras, never made a simple flare gun to shoot whenever a plane flew by on Gilligan's Island? Speaking of that, why didn't he ever 'make' Mary Ann? What kind of men were those guys on that island, with both Ginger and Mary Ann being hotter than a July day in Texas, that not a one of them ever jumped on either of those girls? I don't know about back then, but these days if those girls were stuck on that island with such weak excuses for men, they'd start doing each other. Either that or they'd spike one of those coconut cream pies and get the guys drunk enough to have a little courage between them. And then there'd be some hot, hetero action, finally.


Maybe that's why the network cancelled that show at the height of it's success? Maybe the network executives and their Gunsmoke-loving wives just couldn't stand making a show where three single men didn't even TRY to jump on two smokin' hot single women on a deserted island.

Anyway, when I turned down the last street to go to work, half the Boondocks City police department was waiting for me.


"Uh, officer, I didn't even know she was only 16, I swear. I thought she was her older sister, Britney. Really, they look just alike!" I lied.


But as it turned out, they weren't there to arrest me. They were just there to block off the road that I needed to drive down in order to go to work. All I could see behind them was some truck with a hose and some guys watering down a foundation for reasons I guess only they and God understand. The cop directed me to drive down the highway to "the new road next to the new WalMart" in order to go around the whole obstruction.

How sad that WalMart, which hasn't even completed construction yet, is already a fucking landmark? That's how small this town is.

"Go down 3 blocks 'til you pass Jacob's old barn - it ain't there no mo', but he useta train Morgans and there's still a couple'a wagons he left behine when they done run off 'n got run over. Turn left at them thar wagons 'n go about, oh, say a tenth of a mile until you see a red Camaro with a sycamore tree growing up through the windshield and turn left thar. Then go until you pass the new WalMart and then right thar you get back on highway 93. Yup. That's hows you do it!"

Anyway, I took the road the cop told me to. It led me to a neighborhood we nearly bought a house in, which we THOUGHT was going to be closed off with only the original 2 entrances and no through traffic. Ah, but now there's a whole new WalMart road piercing it right in the heart that would have just PISSED US OFF if we'd moved there. I took that road and it led me to another damn cop.

"You have to go right," he said, motioning me to turn right.

"I have to go to work," I said, turning my wheels left.

"Oh, ok, go behind me," he replied. And then he waved.

Cops here will wave to you. I like this town. Even if they did once pull me over and yell at me for my habit of taking photos while driving. Past flaming accidents that are in the center of the road. With cops and firemen standing all around it. One of whom glared at me and my camera as I clicked my last photo. Then he jumped into his Chevy SUV and tore after me. Ah, but that's another story.

So I drove around the cop and went towards work, wondering why the first cop didn't let me go to my job instead of sending me to WalMart. A big 18-wheeler pulled from a neighborhood right in front of me.

"How the hell did YOU get past the cops," I wondered to myself. "Dammit" is was I said out loud, though.

And now I'm here at work. I was late. Hardly anyone else was here. The place is partly deserted for Christmas, and partly for people trying to figure out how to get here with cops directing everyone to WalMart. There hasn't been much blog traffic at all today. I visited ADW's fabulous blog and tried to get her to send me her address so I can send her a Christmas card, but she's having none of it. I tried to catch up on Marlayna's blog, but suddenly it's set to private and I'm not able to get in. I was just reading it yesterday, too. I visited Tug, whom I have never come across before. It seems everyone else has been to her blog, though, and someone I'm the last one to discover it. And that's only because she found me first.

This coffee isn't quite doing it. And my problem with my code in SQL Server still isn't resolved. I've been banging my head against this for days and it's frustrating me. Meanwhile, SQL Server has swallowed every last drop of memory my computer has to offer and it's wanting to crash real bad. Slowly but surely, I've had to shut down every other application. This browser is next.

Time to get back to work.

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A Survey, a Meme, a Thing I stole from Lucie on MySpace

From the original: "Here's a survey (bulletin) for the lonely/boring times
:)

My snarky little brother posted it & I didn't feel like going through & deleting his replies... a few were somewhat amusing. Just not as amusing as Nude Memphis" (oh YEAH, baby!)

OK, here are MY answers, not her snarky brother's:

1. Would you bang your neighbor?
I met a few of my new neighbors at a Christmas party last week and I can honestly say, sure, why not. The hottest woman at the party left just about the time I arrived, which means either I was really, really late, which I was, or else she looked at me and said 'psycho - get me out of here'. If I ever see her again I'll chase her down, tackle her, and ask which it was.

2. What words describes your last relationship?
Heart breaking

3. Do you think it's fair to add whatever questions you want to a survey or meme when there are several numbers missing?
I'm doing it right now, baby!

4. What's the last movie you saw?
Amelie, a French movie with subtitles that I watched while flying high on medicine. It turned out to be pretty good, though, and she was a hottie, so when she finally got naked I was really glad I sat through the entire thing. Or maybe I hallucinated that.

5.I've come to realize the last person who held my hand...
Doesn't know what love is

6. What is your middle name.
It's the name between my first and last name.

7. Who have you talked to most today
I'm not sure if I've spoken to anyone all morning. This is the exciting life of a Genius. I probably have my most open conversations with my PC. I say, "You are a worthless piece of shit" and he responds, "I'm crashing now." We're completely straight with each other.

8. Do you carve pumpkins every year?
No, I carve single women that I've lured into my van. No wait, that was the medicine again. I think I passed out in front of "Criminal Minds" the other night. It's always the white male on CBS. I don't even have to watch anything beyond the first 5 minutes to know how the story is going to go. I'm sure somewhere in their office building is a big old banner saying "always blame the white man". That's the CBS company motto.

9. Color of your boxers?
Blue, with green Grinches all over them. Or maybe it's the Cat in the Hat? I can't remember.

10. Color of your shirt?
Bangladesh blue with strings perpetually hanging off that I swear I cut off every day. Do we manufacture ANYTHING in America anymore?

11. I'm always ...
gassy like a Saudi oil well

12. Who's on speed dial 2? 4? 6?
Jessica Biel, Carmen Electra, Jennifer Love Hewitt

13. Honestly, how many boys/girls have u been in love with?
No boys, couple of girls

14. What’s your favorite season?
Fuck season.

15. How do you feel right now?
So tired, I'm not even sure if I'm really writing this or it's just a dream, a really, really lame dream.

16. Are you a bad influence?
Are you a worse person than me? If so, then no, you are. If not, then yes - hey c'mere, I wanna show you something.

17. If you could live your life over again, would you be willing to stop here and go back?
Yes, I'd go back to 9th grade and screw my way through school. I would major in finance, which is easy as hell, and make a fortune on the market 'cause I'd already know what is going to go big and what is going to crash when.

18. Rather have your name or your siblings name?
My parents were nothing if not uncreative. Each of our names are equally boring and uninspired. I spent most of my childhood thinking my name was 'Number Five'.

19. Would you do anything for someone else?
No, not a thing for anyone. Get off my blog.

20. Have you ever been called a bitch?
When I was 7 years old, Mike Polites couldn't come up with a decent comeback to any of the plethora of curse words I was pelting him with, so he called me a 'bitch' and then said "that's worse 'cause it means you're a girl." Who knew that Mike was so far ahead of his time and the entire black community? Had any feminists caught him saying this, though, he wouldn't have survived to see the day that black men everywhere were using his idea in rap music. Even now, Oprah Winfrey has a team of 'antifeminist hunters' out looking for him. I hear he's had to go into hiding down in Argentina somewhere.

21. Do you drink, smoke and chew, and do you go with girls who do?
I'd go with Carmen Electra if she snorted Pixie Sticks through her nose. I don't care how healthy her habits are. I just wanna dance the Vajayjay with her.

22. What is your ringtone?
It depends on who's calling. For you, the ringtone is "The Stripper". You probably don't even remember why, do you? Yeah, we told you that you passed out, but we didn't tell you what you did before you passed out. You're a YouTube star, baby!

23. What song is on?
On what? I have no radio here. You want me to play a song on my PC? OK, I choose "Dancing Queen" by Abba, because I feel like a disco fag in this shirt right now. Ooh, where is my Trans Am? I should get some half-boots to go with these shiny plastic pants. And grow a porn mustache. Yeah, baby! See why I don't listen to music at work? This is your fault.

24. Are your grades good?
I might have good grades if I were to go back to school. I'm thinking I should get an MBA and start a car wash. Doesn't this sound like a great idea? Woo hoo! Workin' at the car wash, yeah! Sorry, still got that whole disco thing in my head. Lemme find some Black Sabbath and blast it right out of there.

25. Do u hate anyone?
I hate the whole world, man. The devil sends the beast with wrath because he knows the ... oops, that's not Sabbath. Sorry, I picked the wrong song. Iron Maiden is for gym workouts only. Otherwise I start heaving printers through walls and shit.

26. Does your best friend have a myspace?
I don't have a best friend. If you pay me or blow me you can be my best friend and from then on, whenever I get a thing like this asking me about my best friend, I'll point everyone to you, OK?

27. Have you ever slept with your best friend's sister/brother
No, but if I had it all to do over again, I would. I was such a mangled up mental case growing up and they were so ready to go. What a waste!

28. Last time you went out to lunch?
Last week sometime. I think we went to ... um ... a cheap pizza buffet place, where you get a whole lot of not very good pizza for a lot of money. You can tell who their regular customers are because they're all really fat. It was crap.

29. Does the opposite sex find you attractive?
Usually they find me standing outside their windows in the bushes. And after that, the police find me hiding under a car or up a tree. Did you know they'll Taser you even while you're up a tree, and then let you fall on your head? Yeah, spread the word. This is important to keep in mind.

30. Who is your favorite character from Friends?
Monica, 'cause when that show was new and they were all about 21, she was SMOKIN'. Then again, so was Rachel. You pretty much couldn't go wrong with either of them, but Monica was the hotter of the two at first.

31. Do you have a tattoo?
A midget who calls me 'Boss' and tells me when a plane is landing in my lagoon? No, I've never had one of those.

32. Do you want one?
No, I'd rather have a hot 25-year-old woman do that job for me.

33. Do you have one or more britney spears CDs?
No, I can't say that I do. But Jessica Simpson is asleep in my guest room right now. Maybe I could ask her if she's got any I could borrow just to make you happy?

34. What did you do last night?
Ate at an Italian restaurant and then moved boxes of crap around in the garage. Whee, SO exciting. I had to take Jessica to the airport so she could go to the Cowboys game to be with her bo, but I hear she's dumping him after last night. I don't know why. Who won that game, by the way?

35. Are you a "Lost" fanatic?
All I know is that a huge cast of actors are on Gilligan's Island and there is a WWII plane in a tree, which fell out and hurt some guy, and a fat guy with lots of hair from the last season of "Becker" is there, and I have no fucking idea what is going on.

36. Say you were given a drug test right now. Would you pass or fail?
It depends on what drugs they were looking for. If they're testing for Nyquil or Robitussin, I'd be in BIG trouble.

37. Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?
Just one? Yes, I do. I have many. Take your pick. Hey, you know that whole "Momma, I'm coming home" song seemed really lame and pathetic until I found out that he calls his wife "momma." I thought, why is a 60-year-old man going home to live with his mother and not totally ashamed of this?

38 through 41 confiscated by Department of Homeland Security
You bastards!

42. What's the last thing you bought?
Probably a DVD or CD. I haven't actually clicked the "process order" button on Amazon yet, but I have a bunch of DVDs in my shopping cart over there right now. No wait, the last thing I've bought was flowers for Ashley! Now I remember. Last week is a blur to me. Merry Christmas, Ashley! Make those boys jealous. You deserve some attention, dammit! A beautiful girl should not be ignored.

43. What's the last thing someone bought you?
Silk Santa boxers with a little red hat. Don't ask. I think there's some fuzzy handcuffs involved, but I won't know until Christmas.

44. Do you ever sing in the shower?
Only when I'm having sex. No wait, that's her. I grunt rhythmically.

45. What's in your CD player right now?
Dirt, apparently. "Mamma, I'm ... Mamma, I'm .... Mamma, I-I-I-I-I" - DAMMIT!!!!

46. What’s your favorite movie?
I don't know. Something involving a lot of beautiful naked women, probably. Like "Bufford's Beach Bunnies" starring Tom Hanks' younger brother. That shit was FUNNY.

47. If you had a chance to do porn, would you?
Wow, they've REALLY dropped their standards, haven't they?

48. Do you believe everyone has a soulmate?
No, this is some shit Oprah made up in the late 20th century to make bitter feminists feel better about sleeping with their dog because they can't find a man willing to put up with all their shit. They console each other by saying "you just haven't found your soulmate yet." Yes, you have. He heard you whining on and on about hating men and ran off.

49. Can you sing?
Like a finely tuned lawnmower.

50. Do you have any deep emotional issues that you haven't dealt with?
What are you implying, you fuckwad? There's nothing wrong with me! I don't have a problem, YOU'VE got the problem!

51. Have you ever been to another country?
Yes, but they sent me back. Now they tell me I'll need a passport before they'll let me out again.

52. Have you ever committed a crime in another country?
No, 16 is legal in Canada. Anyway, that was a long time ago and I was on drugs, which are also legal in Canada. Pretty much everything is legal in Canada, really. That's why we go there.

53. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?
No, I'm mostly a freak about thigh-high leather boots and fuzzy handcuffs. She's a very kinky girl, the kind you don't take home to mother. I'm Rick James, bitch!

54. Have you ever been to South America or Africa?
No, but I chased a red hot Brazilian girl in college for awhile. I was too much of a loser to get her, though, and she moved off to Florida to make her fortune. Leah (lay-UH) Perez was her name. She had a hot younger sister named Regina. They were both so hot, if they stood too close together, men burst into flames.

55. Do you know how to knit?
Why, did you rip your yarn panties or something?

56.Do you have a job?
As long as I don't spend too much time answering this, I do.

57. Have you ever written love song lyrics yourself and put them on mypace?
I wrote a lame-assed song to go with a melody that was stuck in my head after listening to Regina Spektor songs all day. It didn't make any sense to anyone because no one knew what the melody in my head was, but I didn't care because I'm really selfish like that.

58. What are you doing right now besides this survey?
Looking for a Kleenex while I pull my underwear out of my ass.

59. If you had to leave the country you're in and go live in a different country, where would you go?
Everyone who knows me has heard the rumor that I'm packing my bags right now to go to Australia and marry Steph. Even Steph has heard this. That's why she changed her locks and bought new pepper spray. That stuff really hurts, by the way. And she doesn't even have good aim. It just goes everywhere.

60. Baskin Robbins or Coldstone?
I'm not so picky that I'd turn down one over the other. I'll take either one, but Coldstone is better and Baskin Robbins may be building a place here in The Boondocks where I am.

61. Physics or chemistry?
I liked both. In chemistry you got to blow shit up. In physics, you got to calculate how fast you could push a race car before it flew off the track and crashed into the cheap seats. Wait, I blew something up in physics lab once. But it had nothing to do with the experiment we were doing. I just got bored and my lab instructor was a suckwad from India who didn't speak English well enough to figure out how to yell at me for blowing up the lab table, so he just looked at me, as I was sitting there with smoke pouring off of me and my lab partner. Then he turned and went back to writing on the board without saying a word. I couldn't believe I got away with that. None of the lab instructors in the science building at UAH speak English, so you can get away with all kinds of shit.

62. Facebook or Myspace?
I don't care. It's not like I own stock in one of them or somehow make any money from them.

63. Do you wear any jewelery?
My cock ring is chaffing.

64. What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?
I can't remember her name.

65. G's or R's?
I'd like to buy a vowel, Vanna.

66. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?
I'll do Hermoine from Harry Potter, although Fleur del Acore would be fine, too. From Lord of the Rings, I'd like to do the New Zealand woman who played the king's daughter who ended up sticking a sword in the Ring wraith's face. And from Star Wars, I'd do Natalie Portman, but first I'd tie her up, 'cause she's just a tad freaky. Is this the question or did I misunderstand?

67. Fly or road trip?
I'd fly if I could get on without having to spend 2 days in the fucking airport getting raped by affirmative action Feds who never find my guns, but always manage to steal shit and make me walk around naked while they're Tasering some poor lost Polish man to death.

68. Batman, Spiderman, or Superman?
I'd do Batgirl. Spiderwoman sucked so bad, I don't think they even tried to make a movie for her. I seem to recall Supergirl super-kicking some guying in the groin in her lame-assed movie, so she can sleep alone with her dog for all I care.

69. What's your favorite Disney movie?
Anything made before Walt died and the gay pedophiles took over is better than the twisted shit they've made since.

70. (added by Tony) Anything you wanna say to people reading this?
Blow me and be my best friend!


OK, now I'm going to tag people to do this quiz just for the fuck of it. And also I'm not going to tell them I've tagged them. I'm fucking lazy and my head is spinning like a stripper on a freshly oiled pole.

I tag:

Bella, who was just here a minute ago
Bottle Blonde, my workout partner
ADW The Ex-Hooters Girl, who is feeling stressed and is going to beat me up
Shrinking Kitty, Melbourne's wildest girl gone wild
Steph, my e-wife who was e-divorcing me, causing me to become e-depressed until she changed her e-mind
Kylie, who never reads my shit or comments on it even after I sent $400 in purses to the address she gave me
Lightning Bug's Butt, who NEVER accepts tags or does memes
Stacy The Peanut Queen, 'cause she's sick with the same thing I am
President Bush, 'cause he's a funny guy when he's drunk
Mohatma Ghandi, he was a fashionista and didn't know it
Mohammad, 'cause us white terrorism targets want to know what's he all about, dude
The Easter Bunny, cause he leaves eggs in my yard and they rot and stink like ass

OK, so that's who I tag for this. I love this cold medicine. Oooh, pretty colors!

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Hung Chow

Hung Chow calls into work and says, "Hey, I no come work today, I really sick. Got headache, stomach ache and legs hurt, I no come work."

The boss says, "You know something, Hung Chow, I really need you today. When I feel like this, I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex. That makes everything better and I go to work. You try that."

Two hours later Hung Chow calls again.

"I do what you say. I feel great. I be at work soon. You got nice house."

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A Meme from MyAss

1. Name and Gender:
Memphis is my name. I don't have a 'gender' - I have a 'sex' and it's male. Gender is for nouns, biotch.

2. What describes your relationship situation?:
I'm married in Tennessee, e-married in Sydney, e-separated in Toronto, and e-stalking in Wisconsin.

3. Where were you three hours ago?:
In a meeting with God. He said you're in big trouble.

4. What was the last show you watched?:
I don't know. Probably a football game. Anyone else notice that CBS refuses to show the cheerleaders?

6. What kind of sun glasses do you wear?:
The kind that help block the sun from your eyes, especially the UV parts of the sun.

7. Who was your last conversation with and what was it about?:
My boss, about various projects and people I'm assigned to kill. Oops, I shouldn't have said that.

9. What kind of cell phone do you have?:
Verizon LG Super Secret Agent Shoe Phone

10. Color of your shirt?
Black, or as they say in South Africa, Bleck

11. Do you hate anyone?
I kill as a matter of professional courtesy, not out of hate. It's nothing personal.

12. Ever had sex for money?
Yes, but then she wouldn't pay, so I had to kill her.

13. What kind is your underwear?
The kind that you wear around your privates.

14. Ever been to the beach at night?
Yes, and sometimes even with clothes on.

15. What is on your wallpaper on your phone?
I never put any on it, but there are a few coffee stains and a little blood.

16. Are you a bad influence?
It depends on how bad you were when I met you.

17. What was the last argument you had about?
Do these jeans make my butt look fat?
No, but your butt sure is stretching the hell out of those jeans.

18. Rather have your name or your siblings name?
I'll stay with mine. It would just confuse things at Christmas otherwise.

19. Have a crush on anyone?
Sure, I love you, babe. - David Cassidy actually said that to Vanna White once. It was SO funny 'cause it sounded SO '70s and he was serious. Anyway .... me? Have a crush on someone? Nooooooooooo, never.

20. Do they like you back?
Oh, who the hell knows.

21. Favorite color right now?
Bleck

22. Ever held a baby?
Nobody puts Baby in a corner!

23. Last song you heard?
Hey There Vagina - by Steph

24. Wear glasses?
No, last time I was checked I had 20/15 vision. Then again, I've seen a lot of porn since then, so it may have deteriorated some and I just don't know it yet.

25. Last thing someone bought you?
Apparently someone bought me some porn using my credit card just yesterday morning. Discovercard called to tell me all about it and now I don't have a Discovercard anymore until the new one arrives. Yay!

26. Have you lost your respect for anyone recently?
Well, don't tell her, 'cause I swore I'd still respect her in the morning, but yeah, just a little bit.

27. Does your best friend have a myspace?
That would depend on who is my best friend. It could be you, for the right price.

28. Whose page did you visit last?
Bettie Page - she's still got it, baby!

29. Speak to any of your ex's?
I haven't heard from any of them in a long time. I don't even know where they live anymore, and I really don't care. But as for my O's, I talk to them all the time.

30. Where is your phone?
I keep it in the crack of my ass because it's so annoying to have it banging around in my pocket. Whenever it rings, I just fart and out it comes, all flipped open and ready to go. Thank God for that speakerphone option, though, 'cause ain't no way I'm ever putting it up to my face again.

31. Do you paint your nails Or get them done?
No, I am not gay or Goth or stoned.

32. How often do you get your hair done?
Done? I get it cut. I don't get it 'done' though. That sounds like a mindfuck. 'Yeah, my hair just got done. Now it's having a cigarette and enjoying the afterglow.'

33. Would you rather have a bouquet of flowers bought for you or a single one?
I don't care anything about flowers. If some beautiful woman sent me flowers or a flower I'd be far more interested in who she was. Otherwise, why am I getting flowers and what am I supposed to do with them?

34. Do you like shopping?
For new tools or hookers maybe, but not in general.

35. If you had kids, what would you name them?
Boy: Viagra Cialis Cunnilingus Jones
Girl: Propecia Abreva Vagisil Jones

WHERE iS 36-38??
The IRS took them as part of that damned Alternative Minimum Tax.

39. Do you watch Family Guy regularly?
No, I regularly never watch Family Guy.

40. Do you like your job or school?
My job is a job. It pays me money. I spend the money on hookers and beer. I like hookers and beer. Therefore I have a job.

41. Do you read trashy romance novels often?
No, but if they had pictures I might.

42. If you could go on vacation where would you go?
A whorehouse on a beach in Thailand. If they only had a whorehouse inside the Jack Daniels distillery, and moved the whole thing to a nice beach in the Caribbean, it would be heaven. Why hasn't anyone thought of this before?

43. Do you sing in the car?
I sing just like Boy George whenever the cops pull me over.
"Do you really wanna hurt me? Do you really want to make me cryyyyyyy?"

44. Do you ever sing in the shower?
No, but sometimes I fart very melodically. My shower has excellent tonal qualities.

45. What's in your CD player right now?
A porn DVD. I can't see the pictures, but I can hear them moaning. It keeps me awake during rush hour.

46. Last person to tell you they loved you?
My real estate agent after collecting that commission. Good God!

47. How often are you on The Blog?
Some days I'm on and off all day long. Other days I'm so busy I barely have time to fart and I don't get to visit anyone's fabulous blogs at all. It doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means I'm making money for them hookers and beer.

48. Britney Spears or Paris Hilton?
No, please. I don't even want to tap that ass. Herpes is for life.

49. What's your biggest fear?
That God is a lesbian feminist and this is all just a giant mindfuck.

50. Do you dream? Are they bad?
I have a recurring dream that I'm having sex with beautiful women in foreign lands, and then they all blog about my sexual prowess in bed. I think in my last dream I was with some brunette in Sydney, Australia and she kept calling me "Hillsong Boy" or something like that. I think I really impressed her.

51. When that person said they loved you, did they mean it?
Oh, I doubt it, but I paid them enough that I should have at least gotten a hooker out of the deal.

52. What does your last text say?
"Bumper sticker in front of me: my other ride is a U.S. sailor"

53. From who?
Erin the Great

54. Last person spoke to on the phone?
Mary from the Discovercard Fraud Detection Unit

55. Do you like to dance?
How drunk am I? It directly correlates to that. If you've ever seen me dance then you know why.

And apparently, that is all. Don't cry, though. I'm sure I'll have more irrelevant self-centered bullshit to tell you about myself later this week. Try not to miss me too much until then. I know it's hard, but just remember that I love you and you can always send money to express your feelings for me any time you please. The more money, the more you love me.

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Misandry in the Media - Saudi Rape Case

"The woman's offence was meeting a former boyfriend, who she had asked to return pictures he had of her because she was about to marry another man. The couple were sitting in a car when a group of seven men kidnapped them and raped them both, lawyers in the case told the Arab News. The woman and the former boyfriend were originally sentenced to 90 lashes each for being together in private. The attackers received sentences ranging from 10 months to five years in prison, and 80 to 1000 lashes each."


I've heard endlessly about the injustice of a woman who was raped being sentenced to any sort of punishment for having broken the law before being raped. Everyone is talking about it.

What I have not heard, not even once, and did not know until today, is that the boyfriend was also raped and received the exact same sentence as the girlfriend.

How many of you knew that BOTH of them were raped and given the same sentence? I'm curious.

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Christmas Party Overdose

Friday night I went to a Christmas party. It was downtown, in the heart of homeless Memphrica. We were dressed to the nines, whatever the hell that means, and walking from the parking garage to the Gibson Guitar Factory, where the party was being held.

Homeless addict approaches me and My Wife as we reach the stairs to enter the Guitar Factory.

"Sir, before you spit on me, could you give me 11 cents?"

"11 cents? I don't have 11 cents. In fact, as you can see I'm in a suit, I have no cash of any kind beyond plastic. Do you take Visa?"

He was not amused and stormed off before the Gibson Guitar Police could reach the bottom of the stairs and Taser him with their guitar-shaped Taser guns.

Well, OK, they weren't REALLY guitar-shaped Taser guns, but how cool would that have been?

Anyway, I truly didn't have 11 cents to give him and unless he could process my credit card, he was out of luck. Anyway, I give enough money to the homeless shelter, just a few blocks north of where we were, to provide him with all the food he could need and a place to sleep. But I have discovered through various and many confrontations with the Memphrican Homeless, that they are less than appreciative of my donations to the shelter and can sometimes get quite violent in response to being informed of my altruistic generosity.

Have you ever read Ann Rand's definition of altruism? All those super-rich 'social justice' fuckers sure do hate her.

I once found myself standing outside the restaurant, Texas de Brazil, shouting to a fine Memphrican Homeless gentleman, who seemed intent upon violently accosting me after being told I gave the money he wanted from me to The Memphrican Union Mission, that I was going to put my foot up his ass and send him over the goalposts in the nearby FedEx forum. I have no idea where that threat came from. I have never before told someone that I was going to put my foot up their ass. It just spontaneously popped out of my mouth. Apparently it was a good threat, though, as he ceased his attack and ran away before I could finish stretching and warming up for my upcoming field goal try.

But that was some time ago and I have not attempted to kick a field goal in quite some time.

The Gibson Guitar Factory has a big display of fine guitars. Oddly, I didn't see a single SG model in the entire place. The only Gibson guitar I ever owned was a black SG-1 model, very similar to the one played by a certain Australian boy in a band called AC/DC, and one of their most popular models of all time. It was a fantastic guitar, totally different than my others, with super clean action.

In the center of the building was a huge room filled with tables and a stage. I ended up sitting with only a few of my coworkers, as the table containing the majority of my closest coworkers filled up just before I got there. Argh!

The band that played was called "The Plaintiffs", and they were good. Unfortunately, they were also either confused about what to play for a company with such a wide range of ages, or else they had an odd fascination with KC and the Sunshine Band. Late '70s disco-era music was the speciality of the night, and I was not amused.

Shake, shake, shake - yeah, shake, shake, shake - shake your bootay - shake your AAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!!!

5 white boys singing Michael Jackon's "Billy Jean" was similarly not my cup of tea. But again, I will grant that they were good at what they do. They sounded just like the original song. It wasn't their talent that I questioned. It was just the musical selections.

I met the band members as we were leaving. They were outside, taking a break and discussing how annoying it was that no one in our company would take to the dance floor, while looking through the display glass at all of the beautiful guitars hanging up inside there. I told them I wanted to get inside and run away with as many guitars as I could carry. They laughed. And I left.

One of my coworkers reported that he and his wife were chased by a man as they left the Guitar Factory, and his wife was so terrified that she was reduced to tears for the rest of the night. Welcome to Memphis. Gun permits require a 2 day course and about 6 weeks for processing of your application.


Saturday night was another work-related Christmas party. No band, but someone "elfed" the company partners and showed the results on a big display screen to the entire company as the highlight of the night. It was hilarious, especially since one of the elf bodies is clearly a woman, and all of the partners are men.


This party was at a nice country club. In every room, someone was having a Christmas party. Some were noisier than others, but everyone was richer than me.

As we were leaving, a high school Christmas party group was entering. I suddenly found myself surrounded by an army of gorgeous teenaged girls and several very nervous teenaged boys. Looking at the girls they had entered with, I understood why they were so nervous. Victoria's Secret could have come in there and picked up a whole new crew of models. Good God almighty!


Sunday was ANOTHER Christmas party. The entire neighborhood was getting together in one house. We were 2 1/2 hours late. I'm afraid we missed some of our neighbors, whom I really want to meet. But we did manage to meet most of them. I'm pleased to say that there appears to be no losers among our neighbors. Everyone is some sort of upper management super duper of some sort.

This means, of course, that I'm the neighborhood loser, as I am not upper management, but merely a modest and lowly Computer Loser whom they apparently know as "the guy who likes to work on cars."

My parade of old Chevies clearly did not go unnoticed as we were moving in. I expect a number of other things probably also did not go unnoticed, but so far no one has mentioned any of that stuff, such as my habit of cursing loudly and creatively while working on said old Chevies, or my cat that poops in the neighbor's yard (she's a Human Resources executive), or how old and faded my wife's car has suddenly become in the past year, or those God-awful ugly clown shoes that she wore to the party despite my begging her to PLEASE buy some decent-looking shoes. I noticed that our most beautiful neighbor, Ashley, was wearing the EXACT same pair of shoes I begged My Wife to at least try on while we were at the store and she was already trying on shoes - really ugly shoes. But she refused.

My neighbors all have nice houses. I was really impressed with the inside of the house where the party was being held. It was so neat and clean and organized that it made our house look like a garage. But then, we have just moved in and are still unpacking, so I can't complain. We have one neighbor with high energy and 7 kids. Everyone comments on how many kids they have, but they seem very happy, so I figure who better to have so many kids than such happy energetic people?

Anyway, we got no rest and nothing done this weekend. I didn't even go running like I'd planned. But we did attend a lot of parties. And now we're both dead tired on Monday.

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Kangaroo Farts Save The World!

SYDNEY (AFP) - Australian scientists are trying to give kangaroo-style stomachs to cattle and sheep in a bid to cut the emission of greenhouse gases, via Farm Farting, blamed for global warming, researchers say.

Thanks to special bacteria in their stomachs, kangaroo farts contains no methane and scientists want to transfer that bacteria to cattle and sheep who emit large quantities of the harmful gas whenever they toot.

While the usual image of greenhouse gas pollution is a billowing smokestack pushing out carbon dioxide, it would be more accurate to show cow butts blasting a lively tune. Livestock passing wind contribute a surprisingly high percentage of total emissions in some countries.

"Fourteen percent of emissions from all sources in Australia is from enteric methane from cattle and sheep farts," said Athol Klieve, a senior research scientist with the Queensland state government.

"And if you look at another country such as New Zealand, which has got a much higher agricultural base, they're actually up around 50 percent," he told AFP.

Researchers say the bacteria also makes the digestive process much more efficient and could potentially save millions of dollars in feed costs for farmers.

"Not only would they not produce the methane with their farts, they would actually get something like 10 to 15 percent more energy out of the feed they are eating," said Klieve.

Even farmers who laugh at the idea of environmentally friendly kangaroo farts say that's nothing to joke about, particularly given the devastating drought Australia is suffering.

"In a tight year like a drought situation, 15 percent would be a considerable sum," said farmer Michael Mitton.

But it will take researchers at least three years to isolate the bacteria, before they can even start to develop a way of transferring it to cattle and sheep.



Tastes Like Chicken

Another group of scientists, meanwhile, has suggested Australians should farm fewer cattle and sheep and just eat more kangaroos.

The idea is controversial, but about 20 percent of health conscious Australians, known as 'bogans', are believed to eat the national symbol already.

"It's low in fat, it's got high protein levels it's very clean in the sense that basically it's the ultimate free range animal," said Peter Ampt of the University of New South Wales's institute of environmental studies.

"It doesn't get drenched, it doesn't get vaccinated, it utilizes food right across the landscape, it moves around to where the food is good, so yes, it's a good food."

It might take a while for kangaroos to become popular barbecue fare, but with concern over global warming growing in the world's driest inhabited continent, Australians could soon be ready to try almost anything to cut emissions.

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Medical Treatment or Home Remedy?

Black eye treatment
For years the conventional wisdom has been that the best treatment for a black eye is to put a piece of raw meat on it. Scientific studies have proven that while the raw meat helps reduce swelling and aids in the healing process, using a cold steak actually delays recovery of broken blood vessel that caused the black and blue marks around the eyes.

These same studies have shown that application of warm soft, and tender meat is the most effective in healing the eyes to recover from the damage. So the next time you get a black eye, here's how to treat it.














* emailed to me by TiggerLane

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Reality Check

Oooh, scandal!
I just received an email that made me realize that sometimes I don't blog quite everything and frequently am a sarcastic smart-ass and consequently end up giving the appearance that things are different than they truly are, especially to those of you who don't know when I'm being a smart-ass or a dork. Usually that doesn't matter, as my personal life is much too boring to be worth giving all the details of anyway. But in this case, perhaps I should play it straight, just this one time.

I have wanted to go to Australia for a very long time. The more people I talk to who are either from there, or live there now, the more convinced I am that it is a great place, with a great future. I may very well want to move there. That is not a joke.


Marry you? For real? Whaaaat?
Steph is not actually planning to marry me. And I don't think she is actually intending to let me sleep on her couch, should I arrive there in Sydney and suddenly appear on her doorstep. In fact, I think she might freak out and call the cops if I showed up unannounced like that. She's a good person and loves a good joke, but the whole point of our talking about e-marriage and her e-divorcing me is that there is no such thing and thus it is purely a joke.


Women want her, too
Clearly I have a bit of a crush on Steph. Notice I've never said that I "e-love" her. But so do most of you, and most of you are women, so how embarassing is that, you lesbos?

Kidding! I'm kidding! See how that works? It's a joke. I don't even actually care that some of you really are lesbians and others are bi or poly or rainbow pony princesses or whatever you want to call it. It's your life and this is just The Blog, a place devoid of reality, but loaded with curse words, embarassing photos, and sex stories, some of which may actually be true.


"Playboy called. I said I'd think about it."
Anyway, I love Steph. Clearly she is a person with a good heart, an awesome sense of humor, and the looks of a Playboy star. In fact, I love a lot of you blogger people. But I am fully aware that I am married. In the real world in which I spend most of my time, I have to deal with the daily issues associated with that real-world marriage before I go running off to Wisconsin to try to seduce TKW, or Texas for a whole host of women, or Australia or Canada for, again, a whole bunch of really beautiful women, or anywhere else, for that matter.


TKW - a really beautiful woman
Perhaps I shouldn't joke so much about being e-married to Steph? I was once e-married to Binsk, who has since dropped from sight without so much as an e-divorce or anything. Perhaps one day Steph will file an e-restraining order against me and I will be her e-stalker ex-e-husband. But all that will mean is that she emails or comments to say "ha, I've got an e-restraining order" and I reply "I won't obey. I'm knocking at your door right now!" It's like when you type ROTFL. You aren't REALLY rolling on the floor laughing. If you were, you wouldn't still be typing. It's just something you say in the internet world.


Binsk - Canada's most prized possession
I remember when I wrote about how much I loved the Dallas-Ft Worth area while I was there, and how impressed I was with meeting Kami. Some of you thought that I was getting it on with Kami and wanting to move there just for her. Rumors flew and some women called me 'asshole' because they thought I was cheating on My Wife with Kami. Well, I wasn't. My family used to go there every summer when I was a kid, and it felt like home to me when I went back there earlier this year. I haven't felt at home anywhere in a very long time. I've been in Memphis now for 12 years and it still isn't home to me.


Kami - smiling despite the Texas Longhorns' performance this season
If I say I'm moving to Australia and I'm not taking My Wife, it would probably mean that we're getting a divorce. And that's personal. It has nothing to do with The Blog or anyone on The Blog. I'm unlikely to ever write much about anything as private as that.

On the other hand, if I say over and over again how much I want to see Australia, and I mention trying to get my passport, it just may be that I'm planning to go see Australia, possibly with My Wife, but not necessarily. And while I'd like to just pick up and move there, I can't quite do that just yet. If I get to go there any time soon, chances are I'll be right back again after 2 weeks because I own a house here and have a job here and moving to another country is generally not quite that easy. Sometimes you need to visit first. But this is The Blog. We don't always say what we truly mean. And we don't often tell everything. If we did, every post would be a mile long and who the hell wants to read that?


Not really marrying me

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Top 10 - No Black NASCAR Drivers

I'm a figment of your imagination
David Letterman's Top 10 reasons why there are no black NASCAR drivers:

# 10 - Have to sit upright while driving.
# 9 - Pistol won't stay under front seat.
# 8 - Engine noise drowns out the rap music!
# 7 - Pit crew can't work on car while holding up pants at the same time.
# 6 - They keep trying to carjack Dale Earnhardt Jr.
# 5 - Police cars on track interfere with race.
# 4 - No passenger seat for the Ho.
# 3 - No Cadillac's approved for competition.
# 2 - When they crash their cars, they bail out & run.

AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON WHY THERE ARE NO BLACK NASCAR DRIVERS . . .

#1 -They can't wear their helmets sideways.


Sup wit dat?

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More Random Thoughts

I was "Christmas raped" earlier this month. It was the 2nd week of November and I was in Home Depot. Christmas displays were everywhere. I was looking them over when suddenly I noticed it. Over the sound system, Christmas music. I wanted to scream, "it's November, DAMMIT! It's too soon!" But I didn't. I am the master of restraint, as you all know.

I'm sure everyone has noticed how the antiChrist PC Police won't allow anyone to say "Christmas" anymore, right? Sure, it's universal throughout the western hemisphere. Christmas is merely a 'holiday' in the midst of other holidays and we are all supposed to pretend that we don't know which holiday it is that everyone is out buying tons of presents and trees and ornaments for. You know, because they decorate evergreen trees for Rammadan and Hanukkah all the fucking time, right?

Have you also noticed that now they won't even allow anyone to say "Christian"? No, now the official term for believers in "he who must not be named" is "evangelical". What does this mean, exactly? I mean, you could be an evangelical about anything. I've met evangelical Cubs fans, evangelical boy scouts, evangelical feminists, evangelical socialists, evangelical atheists, and even evangelical NASCAR rednecks who yell at me for owning a Chevelle instead of a Mustang. WTF?

Have you ever seen a young deer try to run across a wet street, only to change his mind and try to go back the way he came right in the middle of the road? He slips and slides all over the place and busts ass. It's funny as hell.

Why are we bothering with all this political campaigning and shit? Am I the only one who knows that Hillary is going to win? And when she stuffs every ballot box in the nation, which she will, no one in the Republican Party is going to have the balls to demand an investigation. Everyone knows it. Why go to all of this trouble? Either grow a pair, or hand her the keys to the front door. And I have news for you anyway, the Clintons had copies made and kept them when they left the first time. So they already have the keys. They're sneaky like that. Bitches don't play by the rules.

How can a woman go from zero to bitch in such a short time? At 5:30 a.m. I was awakened for sex. Fine by me. By 6:30 a.m. it was back to full bitch mode and I was being blamed for everything. How does this work, exactly?

My Wife insisted that I name the Kitten this past weekend. He hasn't had much time to prove his personality to us yet and the only distinctive thing about him, other than being wild and playful, is that he stinks. So, at her insistence, I named him "Stinky." She was unhappy with this. So I suggested "Stinkbutt." Again, she was dissatisfied. Yet it was she who renamed my previous cat to "Booger Bear." She said the name fit him, because sometimes he acted like such a booger, and he looked like a bear. Fine, and the name "Stinky" definitely fits this kitten. So what's the problem? At least I didn't name him "Shitty."

Heeeeere Shitty Shitty Shitty!

They tell me I need a copy of my birth certificate with an original seal stamped on it in order to get my passport. I apparently don't have that. I don't know how to get that. This is going to be a pain in the ass, isn't it?

While looking for my birth certificate, I discovered that I have somehow lost the title to the Bananawagon during the move. I can't very well sell the car to the guy who wants it without that title. Dammit! Where is that damn thing?

OK, I gotta go pee.

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Holy Snapping Duck Shit, for real!

SYDNEY (AFP) - Animal lovers in Australia have cried foul over a Sydney golf club's plan to cull native wood ducks living on its course, it was reported Tuesday.

The plan by Sydney's Warringah Golf Club to kill the ducks because they are ripping up its greens led to vandalism and threats against the course, local media reported.

The club opted to hire a marksman to shoot its duck population after other deterrents, such as cat-like objects and rubber snakes, failed to work.

But protesters dug up some of the greens in the dead of night over the weekend and left a threatening note after learning of the plan, The Sydney Morning Herald newspaper said.

"Warning: you bastards kill one bird and we will destroy all your greens at our leisure. We will be watching and waiting," the note said.

Club manager Brian Leggett said it had decided to cancel the cull due to the vandalism.

"I can understand people being concerned and upset but you don't then take things into your own hands. This moves it to the crackpot element," he told the Australian Broadcasting Corporation.

The National Parks and Wildlife Service said it had issued the duck shooting licence because it believed the club had tried everything else it could to prevent the water fowl damaging the course.

"We hate this kind of stuff but they are suffering thousands of dollars worth of damage every year. Normally, if they get rid of a few, the other ducks get the message," spokesman John Dengate told ABC radio.

"We are convinced the golf club has tried everything they can to get the ducks to go somewhere else," he said.

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