Yes dear readers, is seems as if the buck-wild sexual chickens have come home to roost. Ever wondered about that MySpace chick that had unusual knuckle lesions, and put out on the first date? Did you really believe that cute bar skank, who explained that the bumps on her tongue were hereditary? Bluntly, is your ManMeat in jeopardy?
I just found this over at iReport. Although I'm pretty sick of all things election right about now, I got a good giggle. Enjoy!
As VP of the UNNA, I feel it is my civic duty to make a Public Service Announcement by talking about the dangers of Methamphetamines, and to educate those who may have been living under a fucking rock for the last 10 years, resulting in them being completely oblivious to all of those before and after pictures that are floating out there on the web.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm off bacon for a while...
Stem Cells From Testicles an Option to Embryos
This is wonderful news to people who support stem cell research advancement. It's also wonderful news for people who oppose it. Now they can put their testicles where their mouth is.
...wait. That didn't come out right.
I would also like to volunteer the following people for the this study:
Meet George Ann Mills of Blythewood, S.C.
Ms. Mills was hired by Commissioner Annette Kesting to 'give her political rival cancer'. Ms. Kesting was also thorough enough to provide a picture of her nemesis, Woody Thompson.
Although cancer ritual was never performed, Ms. Mills did perform one that 'protected' the Commissioner and her wayward son, which included sacrificing a chicken. She was then compensated with 2 bad checks. When Ms. Mills' threat of going public became evident, the Commissioner's husband sent (2) $1,000 MoneyGram money orders to the angered voodoo practitioner, but it was still short of the agreed dollar amount (by about $1,000).
The GBI is now investigating, and you can get more of the story here.
Politicians just don't get it do they? When will they learn that in order to get it done right, they've got to go to Thomas Muthee, and not some knock-off. What a bunch of idiots.