Actually, it's a funny, factual bit of history. Some humour requires an attention span longer than one that would be necessary to understand dick and fart jokes. You'll grow into it.
--- I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.
And I disagree, is all I'm saying. Simply because it's not so much a joke as it is a humourous story. And it's true. That makes it a good read. It's a different type of humour. No punchline, per-se. It's like the difference between merlot and Yoo-Hoo. No harm, no foul.
--- I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.
I enjoy the story myself - I love crap like that. But I've just been told it is an urban legend. I don't want to look - I prefer to pretend it is true.
--- "Jelly-belly gigglin, dancin and a-wigglin, honey that's the way I am!" Janice the Muppet
In that case, Barbie can't be human. Obviously she is a mutant, how else would explain her bodily dimensions. C'mon, that huge rack with that itty-bitty waist.
--- "Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."
I saw that in the wallstreet journal. It took a few minitues to stop the "this is nonsense people wasting their time blah blah blah" to get a little irritated that the judge couldn't see how Professer X and the mutants are OBVIOUSLY human because their just advance versions of what we are... and also to speculate that he's right because technicly they're Homo Superior.
When scientist shrink themselves to enter a human body they don't always enter through the mouth, sometimes they just get on a train (heh, A-Train) and drive up the anus.
Oh please I've included a Spankling skin in Quake III ever since it first came out. I would have a Kaufman skin too, but I'm having trouble rendering the cat. Once I do, it will be able to spit flaming hairballs.
P.S. You didn't even spell your own name right, you fool!
--- "Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."
More about the Japanese fascination with soccer star David Beckham (Nerve.com; 24 January 2003)
Soccer stud David Beckham has long been tantamount to royalty in his native United Kingdom, but his veneration now seems to have spread to the Far East. We hear that growing numbers of Japanese women are modeling their pubic hair on Beckham's trademark faux-hawk. The trend is apparently most popular among office workers, who have developed three basic Beckham tributes: "Soft Beckhams" (hair grows freely and curls back to form a natural peak); "Popular Beckhams," (it's teased into a Mohican); and "Hardcore Beckhams" (the top of the Mohican is dyed an eye-catching color). One giggling office worker offered an explanation: "Pubic hairstyling can make the difference for a girl when she's competing with another girl whose looks are about the same as hers." Other more controversial styles that can be found in Tokyo locker rooms include the Carrot Top, the Patrick Stewart and the Reverend Al Sharpton.
Some women just can't get enough of English soccer player David Beckman. They have left their families and sell their bodies in order to follow the team.
I can't believe women could have so little common sense and self esteem to chase after a man like that. Wait a sec... I've just received a picture of Beckman.... OH MY!
--- "Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."
