Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Hey Fat Adele: Fat Head Bill Hemmer the Hemorrhoid Disagrees With You

Let's forget the irony: Adele calls out somebody for using a camcorder, and it's caught by ANOTHER person ALSO using a camcorder.

Let's just applaud the fat lady for speaking out.

There are a NUMBER of good reasons to detest these camcorder pests. Many are PIRATES. They want to make money uploading the entire concert for parasites.

They waste the time of management who have to go to GOOTUBE and other places to take down this crap.

The camcorder jerks annoy everybody around them with the distraction of recording (especially when they have a brightly lit back-screen).

And lastly, they can unnerve the artist, who doesn't like the added pressure of knowing that any mistake, any wrong note, will be preserved for ridicule.

Retards, of course, don't get it. "Don't ruin our fun!" they bellow.

But you'd think that a well-paid NEWS reporter would have more sense.

You'd think he'd either report the news without comment, or point out that camcorder idiots are lawless distracting boors.

Bill Hemmer the Hemorrhoid declared:

"I get it, but I’m the fan, I paid the money to go, it’s MY DECISION!”

Do you believe it?

Part of the dumbing down of society is hiring guffawing numbskull Kens and cutie-pie Barbies to read the news. The "thinking" is that since if they're just reading from a script, they don't have to be too bright. Have them banter between news items, and a million moronic housewives are happy.

This frat-boy fart-brain non-adult Bill Hemmer asshole and his partner, Martha MacCallum, dutifully presented the story of Adele's complaint. But HE had to show what a shit-for-brains he is.

This is a NEWSMAN?? A NEWSCASTER who is supposed to understand current events and THE LAW??

No, Fox News hired an arrogant self-satisfied scumbag because he's "a hunk." Right, a hunk of monkey turd.

If I uploaded his clip to GOOTUBE, it would be taken down instantly because even though I own a TV, and I pay for my cable, I DO NOT OWN FOX NEWS CLIPS."

To her credit, co-anchor Martha MacCallum TRIED to get in the last word:

"“Stop taking pictures of everything and selfie-ing everything and Tweeting everything. Live the moment.”

But you know how self-absorbed egocentric prettyboy All-American Saxon motherfuckers like Bill Hemmer are. He wouldn't let a chick top him.

He smirked: “Leave the tripod at home apparently, that’s the message from Adele.”

I'm surprised he didn't add "Whatever."

Big Man on Campus, now Big Man on a Cable News Channel, beamed his toothpaste smile and was convinced he was a regular guy. Adele, do NOT take seriously the header, "America's Newsroom."

This guy is not David Muir or any other good looking professional journalist. He's an arrogant, air-headed stooge.

If, for any reason, they make a movie about this guy, Will Ferrell would be the one to play him.

I'd like to see his autograph on a resignation letter or a suicide note.

I hope they send him to Brazil to cover the Zika virus, and he returns having an unphotogenic pinhead, one in keeping with having a micro-brain rattling around in his oh-so-handsome skull like a rotten walnut.

I hope they send him to cover a Trump riot and a Mexican stabs him with a frozen burrito, creating a three inch hole in his fucking face.

Or, that he has to meet with Rupert Murdoch and as a sign of devotion, BLOW HIM.

To be succinct about it, FUCK YOU, HEMMER.

Give the Little Monkey a Reality Show - Embrace the Gorilla Killa

There's human nature.

As far as this arrogant peanut-brained family is concerned, it's their 15 Minutes ah Fame, yo!

What next, endorsements? A made-for-tv movie? A book deal? Some Michael Jackson Li'l Kim face-whitening creme?

This dumb bitch couldn't keep control of her 4 spawn, and let one of the little monkeys wander away, and now she's screaming Praise the Lord, God is Great, and how wonderful that her brat was Saved. Lawdy, Mammy, you do go on.

She's too busy smiling for the camera to mutter anything about the gorilla except "accidents will happen." And this is doubly troubling, when you realize that a gorilla could've been her grandfather or great grandfather.

"Wake Up to Reality" - I've Got You Under My BLOB OF SKIN

Yeah, let's "wake up to reality," and realize that idiot morons who make fools of themselves on "reality" shows are having the last laugh.

They are STARS. They can make $5,000 in two hours, just showing up to sign some autographs for Hoobastanks, or let 'em pose for a photo.

Sadly, EVERY country has monsters like Mama June...dimwitted slags who are famous for being famous.

Scary isn't it? Isn't she? WHO would want to pay money to stand next to that brain-dead carcass? Who finds her appetizing? Who has such low self-esteem and such grotesque looks, that THIS thing is worth admiring?

Usually the monster in question is better looking than this. It might be some over-siliconed slutbag who heaves her chest around and goes public every time she drops another brat with a different father, or has a "health scare" involving her "lady parts."

Probably everyone in the UK, France, Germany all the way to Japan can point to a bunch of tabloid tootsies who got famous off a "reality show" or a game show of some kind, and will NOT GO AWAY.

The more the social-disease media fawns over these flatulent hens, the more it encourages more and more bad behavior, revolting publicity attempts, and a whole lotta dumbing down.

Don't even THINK of what kind of cretins enjoy seeing this bloviating blobulent bitch haul her lard. They followed her waddling carcass on TV when she inflicted her irritating spawn "Honey Boo Boo" on the world, year after year, and dubbed her boyfriend "Sugar Bear," and gloated and smirked all over the place, only to bawl when "Sugar Bear" cheated on her, and had sex with a human being.

We are truly seeing the end of the world, as it becomes more and more overpopulated with people who should NOT BE BREEDING.

Which reminds me:

What's all THIS then?

It's drug-addled skeletal psycho Ronnie telling the world he can still get Wood.

So? That doesn't mean you have to SPAWN.

And how many fertility drugs did that bitch take, to end up with twins in her twat?

Doctors caution that men over 50, and most certainly 60 or 70, should NOT be fathering children, because their sperm tend to manufacture with a larger mutation factor. Same with older women and their crummy eggs. The chance of a serious birth defect is much greater.

So this asshole was taking a chance of having a Down Syndrome kid that he'd shove into an asylum and never see, throwing money at it and pretending it ever happened.

Even given the tremendous amount of drugs he takes, how does a geezer over 70 keep pace with an active child? He doesn't. He'll be an absentee father. He'll have the mother and/or nanny play ball with the kid, and go on thrill rides, and run around on the beach. This guy, pumped up with all kinds of shit, MIGHT be able to play guitar for a few hours a night, but parenthood is something else.

He could also drop dead at any moment. In his selfish mind, he gave kids a chance to live (in an increasingly polluted and dangerous world) and money will protect them (supposedly). Isn't it a TAD irresponsible to have spawn that you can't really take care of the way a real father should? And to give that kid the trauma of not having a Dad at all, orphaned at three or five or seven?

What a jerk. When Johnny Carson was in his 40's, he had a vasectomy. He had three sons, and damn well didn't want more. Nor did he want paternity suits. THIS idiot fulfills being a Rolling Stone. He's just a self-indulgent dimwit with some sperm in his dick but rocks in his head.

How FAGS Lick Pussy

I get it. But I WON'T GET IT.

Judging from its stupid name, I'd guess this is a JAPANESE product. But who knows. Whatever obnoxious prick invented the "SIPPIE CUP" may have had round eyes. You know, big wide ones, like Mommy gets when she coos loudly on the bus, "Does Snookums want a SIPPIE CUP?"

I get that the idea here is for a cat loving guyyyy to actually BE a cat. A MOMMY CAT.

"Look, Muffin, here I am, grooming you with my fake rubber tongue, just like my boyfriend fucks me up the ass with his fake rubber cock."

The ridiculous thing is that you can nuzzle your pussy while grooming her with an ordinary brush. In fact it's a LOT easier to do that than to be a ridiculous moron wearing a plastic tongue.

This fucking idiotic item has apparently been shown on moronic daytime talk shows already, and so if it isn't out yet, or there are competing versions, the appetite has been whetted.

At least, for idiotic fags with a fetish for getting pussy hairs up the nose.

"MY MOMMY'S AN EBAY WHORE!"

"God bless you and..." "Buy my stinky Latina panties!"

There's a bit of a mixed message with one Philadelphia Phreakette.

She offers SUCH a cute auction. It's her adorable 7 year-old hummus-faced daughter modeling a garish dress she grew out of.

Oh, that moppet could become a model one day. Buy the dressfor YOUR 7 year-old and you'll be "blessed," says Mommy.

Maybe her daughter or her daughter's friends would want to see this ad.

As in: "Hey, Chiquita, you're famous, your photo's in an ad! Let's see what else your Mommy is selling!"

Ah. This

Why, it's MOMMY hiding her face, and in her panties, and telling the world to sniff her crotch for $25. MOMMY is telling the world she's got an illegal ad that eBay could take down at any time, so hurry and BUY IT NOW.

Quite often psycho-bitches who pose lewdly in their panties are also selling Bibles, Christmas lights, children's clothes or nursery rhyme books. Somebody who sees an auction for children's clothes clicks to see what else the seller is selling and...oh my. ADULT dirty underwear. Call the child welfare people to check what's going on in that house? Nah. Sex is a normal part of life, as is selling whiffy-sniffy underwear to strangers. Let everyone, including pre-teens, learn that people who sell "nice" things can also sell, heh heh heh heh, "nasty" ones.

Iz ALL good, muchachos!

Polish Joke? Corrupt Official wants Polanski in Jail

Really? There isn't some statute of limitations on how dumb a Polack can be?

Like: you can't try and prosecute somebody for something that happened FORTY YEARS AGO? When there's NO complaint from anyone actually involved in the case??

In America, Bill Cosby is being railroaded by a corrupt, ambitious prosecutor. (Cosby's case was SETTLED by a prosecutor 11 years ago, and the new guy, wanting to make a name for himself, re-opened it).

In Poland some newly-elected sausage-brain decided to make a name for himself by screaming that Poland should extradite Polanski to America.

Why? Was he fucked by Polanski? The precocious 13 year-old involved has repeatedly said she does NOT want Polanski put in jail. So...

HOW...STUPID...CAN...A...POLISH...JERK...BE?

First off, Polanski is living in France! He visits Poland, but, fine, keep him out. That's your loss, assholes. He won't be spending money on hotels and restaurants, and he won't be giving work to Polish journalists who want interviews. Go ahead, stick your heads up your asses, as Poles so often do.

Can you believe Polish officials don't have better things to do? Like worry about why so many of their Nazi bastard blockheads are emigrating to England while psycho Muslims are taking their place? Duhhhhhh!

Kraftwerk LOSES: Nazi Courts say Nigga stealin' Ain't No Crime

Rappers. They gots an art form, yo.

The art form is STEALING.

Guess what? The Nazi idiots in Germany are cool with it.

Do you believe this?

In the REAL world, if you invent something, like Velcro, nobody else can duplicate it. They license it. Yet, Kraftwerk invented a unique sound, one that some Niggas decided to steal. And that's ok.

In other words, a Nigga can swipe "Mama Don't Go" as screamed by John Lennon, and not pay nobody nuthin'. A Nigga can swipe the swirling calliope sound off "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite." A Nigga can take that last mammoth chord on "A Day in the Life" and do what they like with it.

Why? Rap is an ART form, and if STEALING is part of that ART, than it is what it is, yo.

Know wuttum sayin'?The Nazi idiots who overruled Kraftwerk's win seem to know.

Next step? Kraftwerk can spend more money and take it to the EU's Supreme Court, or somethin'.

What's next, the Muslims declaring they can simply pirate any song or album because a line in the Koran says so? Because a mullah thinks Mohamed would think so? "Oh well, it's their fine, fine religion. Let them alone."

The Internet already ignores copyright and makes it difficult for any artist to protect against piracy. Now the courts are ruling in favor of rap idiots! Copyright Owner is the Nigger of the World.

Monday, May 30, 2016

The Monkeys and the GORILLA

You heard that a bitch with FOUR brats couldn't bother to keep track of them at the zoo.

One of them squealed about wanting to get into the gorilla enclosure and she didn't pay attention.

So he ran in, and the heroes at the Cincinnati Zoo shot down the animal to save him.

WHAT did you think that woman looked like?

Did you picture somebody ugly, stupid and obese?

I sure did.

For a day or two her identity was hidden, but once she blabbed all over FARCEBOOK that she believed in GOD, and GOD saved her brat, and "accidents will happen," she was outed.

THANKS, London Daily Mail. You're far enough away from the monkeys of Cincinnati to be able to print the truth without worrying if it's PC or not.

AND, THANKS to another British paper, the Independent!

The Independent reprinted this sanctimonious bitch's FARCEBOOK screed about how her brat was saved, and God is great and, oh, "accidents will happen."

No question, the mama in this case could've been some horrendous big fat redneck beast-tourist from Florida, North Carolina, or Toothless Hollow, Kentucky.

But she be BLACK. That means: let's drop it.

In America, everyone's suddenly walking the other way, whistling innocuously with eyes vacantly gazing in the distance. Ohhhh, it was a BLACK woman who didn't have control of one of her FOUR BASTARDS. Nevermind. Can't be critical. Let's not ask her to pay the damages caused by her negligence. She's BLACK.

And the jerk boyfriend? The convict? He's doin' good, ya'll, he's helpin' to raise the bastards. FOUR more monsters on the planet (and more on the way I'm sure). Oh well. Let's re-spin this: the gorilla shouldn't have been in captivity anyway. It wasn't having much of a life. Damn those white people who build zoos and are concerned with conservation. They should've left that gorilla in the wild (where the natives would make a few dollars letting Donald Trump's sons shoot it).

Don't know much about zoology. Don't know much about ecology. But what a wonderful world it sho' is. Yassah!

Bah-Bah Barbara Humbug - Only a Fag Needs This Crap

Gee, Barbara made a few terrible disco singles. Nice to know. Not really.

One might indeed wonder, from the gruesome photo, WHAT the hell she is...man, woman or some medical compromise.

Aside from the whimsy of Photoshop, you might indeed figure that in another 30 years, this awful bag might look like Caitlyn Jenner.

So who'd want to BUY this? A fat fag who needs EVERYTHING for his collection, just like he needs about 40 pounds of extra flab on his body and jowls that would embarrass an obese chipmunk with a mouthful of nuts.

Well, yes, Robin WOULD want a mouthful of nuts. The hairy scrotal kind.

But in the spirit of "say something nice about a big fat bootlegging bozo," I'll say that it's SOMEWHAT useful (not a lot) that there's a blogger who will upload just about any stupid piece of shit he chewed on.

If you have a morbid curiosity about the worst of Matt Monro, or if "Parrot Face" sounds as bad as he looks, or if THIS monster has any talent in doing disco, there you are. A FREEEEEE DOWNLOAD.

You don't even have to leave a nice comment.

You do have to ignore the very autistic writing of this fool, who is like Rain Man, and seems to only know:

"I went to a boot sale. I like to go to boot sales. Boot sales are where I go. This boot sale did not have the bigness I remember. The boot was smaller. It was a small boot. I do not like small boot sales. I did buy 250 records. I have a lot of money to waste. I ask if the records did not chart. Then I pout and stare as I check to make sure there are not a lot of scratches, and then I pile them up. I tell the seller I will take them. I do not smile. I do not say a word about this garbage I have just bought. I just haul them into my arms and clutch them with my grubby plump paws, and drag them to my car and take them home with me. I play them for nobody. I upload them for strangers. This is my life."

Something like that. Only he doesn't make as much sense, does he?

For the record, before Barbara made her two awful disco singles, she made an album. The only GOOD news about it, is that LARD OF THE FRUIT CAKES doesn't have it. Too fuckin' bad, fatty.

I have it. Too bad for ME. A review of it appears in a very fine book on comedy records. Barbara got ONE star, and the brilliant critic duly noted, "In 1976 Long Islander Markay self-pressed this studio record of coy, pandering sex songs...she bangs on the piano like a punkette on drugs and howls doggerel. Sometimes it's one phrase yelled over and over ("Give Your Dick To Me"). Other times it's muddled nonsense lyrics: "Clark Kent had a cock of steel. Said to Lois Lane, Lois how does it feel? She says Why just grand, feels just like Superman. Cock my doodle do doodle-oh! And I will fondle you!"

There's the difference between a drone and a genius. The genius collects records, interviews the performers, and gets paid to review them. The drone just sits on his fat oft-fucked ass and stares at his dinky turntable and blinks like a retarded owl. He waits for the digitised version to pop up on his stinky laptop, and then he writes a sullen selfish sentence or two about how "it did not chart" and that's that. There's never any joy or emotion to what he does. That's because he's an autistic old homo.

This is someone who can post a picture of a gruesome bitch and NOT even make a joke about her idiotic pose. No, he just posts everything with the same robotic blandness. I DON'T HAVE IT SO I WILL BUY IT FOR MY COLLECTION. I HAVE UPLOADED IT. IT DID NOT CHART.

He almost never even shows idle curiosity about the artist. If he ever asks a question (for the two or three nerds who actually leave a comment now and then) it's related to the year the record may have been recorded, or what brand of paper was used on the label, or if there was both a mono and stereo version.

The only people who seem to care about this retard are the boot sale hucksters who laugh as they unload garbage on him, and the male prostitutes who shut their eyes and think of the money when he blows them.

Do I wish Robin gets AIDS with EBOLA? That would be unkind. Why leave out the ZIKA VIRUS?

Quoting Mr. Gebler: "Women...NOBODY likes them."

"It isn't just homosexuals who don't like women," Mr. Hoffman said. "Nobody likes them."

It's a line from a book by the long dead Ernest Gebler. It's out of print. Edna O'Brien, the wife who divorced him, is alive and well and most of her books are in print. She just put out a new one, to great praise.

Success is the best revenge, and women seem to have plenty of it.

But here's a twat who is a bit frustrated.

Instead of cleaning her stinking undies and drying them on the line, she has put the stained ones online. At $38.

They got taken down...BY EBAY.

She put them up again. She got them taken down again.

A big reason she was a two-time loser is that her buy-it-now price is ridiculously high, and her stinkers stay around long enough for even eBay employees to find and remove them

They warned her twice already. "Third time's the charm," she smirks.

Read that smug, obnoxious ad, and you might agree with Ernest Gebler. What's likable about this bitch?

What Gebler wrote was not mere misogyny. He was referring to specific traits of the female that people don't like. These traits are pretty obvious in the above ad.

Gebler was not fond of women who tease.

He did not like women who are bratty and spoiled and insist on doing what they please.

He did not like women who think their smelly underwear is worth $38.

He did not like women who dictate rules.

He did not like women who are spiteful and arrogant, and think everything they do is adorable.

He did not like women who expect to be coddled and "helped" simply because they've got "two lumps and a hole."

If you want to go beyond THIS particular bitch, you could fill an entire book with reasons women aren't liked.

He did not like women who think they got a honey pot between their legs that entitles them to half your money if they decide they no longer like you.

He did not like women who talk in a shrill, yammering voice about trifles.

He did not like women who fuss with a change purse and keep a queue waiting at the market while the idiot counts out endless pennies, and then rummages around for a coupon or two entitling her to a few pennies off.

He did not like women who lose their glove at the theater and expect YOU to find it.

Oh. That was Henry Higgins.

I have digressed.

What will happen to Miss Three-Times-a-Charm?

She'll have some stupid fools PM her begging her to lower her price, or give them a price list for texting or a phone call. She will scoff and tell them to BUY HER PANTIES first, and then talk other deals.

But her auction will end before she hooks any dummy into paying for her fishy loincloth.

Then the bitch will stamp her little feet, and stamp harder to learn she's finally suspended.

She might try using another alias but she'll discover that the MEN who deal with tech issues on eBay make sure that suspended sellers can't use the same credit card or address for a new account.

Obviously this bitch is too fugly to go to bars and get free drinks and even dinners. She's probably also too stuck up and annoying for any guy to tolerate, even if the result might be that she's face down and ass up. And so she'll have herself a tantrum and throw things, and maybe slap her chihuahua around until it crawls, shivering, into a corner and dies of internal hemorrhage.

She'll toss it in the garbage, as she did her last aborted baby. Then the phone will ring, and it will be her parents, and if they aren't mentioning that a cheque is in the mail to "help" her pay the rent while she "finds" herself, she'll cluck her tongue and hang up on them.

Then she'll call up some ex-boyfriend, tease him into forgiving her for all the times she cheated, and ask him to do something cool and impulsive, like taking her for a weekend holiday in Spain.

When he tries to put a move on her, she turns on him like a rabid rat, and says, "So, that's all you want from me!" She slaps him. He hits her. She collapses to the floor, shivering.

But let's have a nice ending. She grabs her pink cellphone, dials the police, they have the guy arrested, and she wins a huge settlement for pain and suffering, and is free to buy all the pretty panties she wants, which the store clerk always wraps up with lovely silver paper and huge bows. And she lives happily ever after.

Man Does Not Live by SILVERS alone

My apologies to Stevie the dough-faced nerd who thinks Elvis Costello hats are still cool.

He doesn't JUST collect crap on a long dead asshole who is all but forgotten except for a a few years of a sitcom, one that almost NOBODY wants to watch.

Stevie ALSO collects...is this a fucking surprise...DR. WHO garbage. And, of course, he takes MOVIES to show off his prize possessions so other dickheaded Daleks can drool over it.

Get a fuckin' life or just put a bullet through your ugly dumb skull. (I hope that doesn't sound rude, I'm just thinking of how many people would smile at the news.)

A Chat with Rollo "Two Sheds" Shedhead

What an amazing sight! Two sheds and a shed-head.

Q: I am standing with a man who owns two sheds! Can you explain this?

A: In my alloquy, I will be euphoric to elucidate and adumbrate, with acervuline acedia, an adroit response to an asthete such as yourself, sans aphesis.

Q: Did you swallow a dictionary? Would you WANT to? No more of that shit.

A: OK, mate. As Grooker said to Geoff, with a big smile, reaching for some paper napkins, "I know when I'm licked."

Q: Why do you have TWO sheds, a big one and a smaller one?

A: The big one is for my ego. The second one is for Boko Harum memorabilia.

Q: Hmm. The big one actually has nothing in it. But this smaller one. Can you explain some of this peculiar stuff?

A: Those thin, brown-smeared paper strips are actually fortunes, only slightly longer than the kind you'd find in a fortune cookie. When Grooker used to wear his Chinaman outfit, he'd stick a saying up his ass before each show. Robin or Matthew would have to pull it out and read it. It might say things like: "You won't be paid this week," or "Your future will be to try and sue me for royalties."

Q: This decayed, dried up frankfurter festooned in white crystals?

A: A Salty Dog! Salt preserves meat, you know. That's not a frankfurter. It's my penis. I had it removed and given to Grooker as a gift. But don't worry, I'm still a prick.

Q: What about this old bucket?

A: It inspired lyrics by "Teeth" Greed. It's a dark pail; everything's whiter than that! When you're on mushrooms, you come up with odd thoughts like that.

Q: This folded up tent?

A: A pair of Geoff's underpants. That's his bra over there.

Q: Oh, I thought it was two more pails. My mistake. What's this, an encyclopedia?

A: Oh, no, no, just a note to myself. I was jotting some ideas for making the website a little less cluttered. Oh my, this roll of toilet paper! Excuse me...

Q: It has writing on it. What's it say?

A: Nothing, nothing. We sometimes have misguided fans sending in lyrics, hoping that Grooker might put a melody to them. We don't accept such things. That roll came to us by somebody named Knickerless Payne. Unroll a bit and read for yourself.

Q: "Fuck off Obama...Fuck off Obama...Fuck off Obama..." Kind of redundant.

A: Yes, he was trying to write in Greed's style. I am not a fan of simple words, myself. The only thing I keep simple is my hat.

Q: Yes, the beret.

A: Well, it's actually a massive piece of dog dung that got flattened by a truck. I pried it up and it fit very well. I think the dog's owner was named Robin!

Q: Not Trower, by any chance?

A: Not at all. I won't give the last name of that Boob Sale guy you hate. And don't try to stick something about Shauna or Bill in this. I'm not as dumb as I look!

Q: Do you think Grooker might cover a Taylor Swift song while wearing an adult diaper?

A: Only if the guyyssss in the band leave him nice comments and a fiverrr. Oh! You tricked me! That was a Shauna and Bill reference!! Just for that, I'm inviting you to a Boko Harum concert! I'll be charging you 400 pounds to attend the pre-show party, 20 more for drinks, 20 more for the live music fee, 50 pounds more for the chartered bus to the train to the bus to the train, 20 pounds transfer fee for each change from bus to train, and a fiverr so I can buy some razor blades. I don't shave my face, but I do keep my twat immaculately shaved!

Q: One last question, "Two Sheds." That blouse and those panties. Yours or Grooker's?

A: GROOKERS, of course! These will be auctioned so I can have more money to indulge myself and the website!

Q: Do you have PROOF that these were his?

A: Take a look at this photo!

SOME of eBay's latest CREATIVE STINKERS

The whiffy-sniffy market on eBay? There's too much supply, and not enough demand. With eBay happily taking days if not weeks to stop the used underwear sellers, there's always a couple of dozen stink-whores trying to make a sale.

They know they need to either lower their price when they lower their stained panties and put them in a plastic bag, or they better be "creative."

Below, some of the more "creative" sellers. THIS bint pretends her white knickers are, oooooh, from her WEDDING NIGHT. A great souvenir for any desperate wimp:

Another reliable game is the fake "Mother and Daughter" combo. Who wouldn't want the thrill of fucking a mother AND her daughter? Well, the next best thing is to SMELL a mother and daughter. Or so the ad claims.

Sometimes the hook is being "exotic." Do ASIAN women SMELL differently than NORMAL (ooops, how UN-PC) women?

This gooklet implies as much. Then again, we might just have a white guy PRETENDING to be an exotic Asian. He may simply have downloaded that photo of an impossibly big and very non-Asian backside.

At this point, most every dedicated panty-sniffer has the sneaking, stinking suspicion that the woman in the photo may NOT be the one sending those briefs in a Ziploc plastic bag.

THIS eBayer can be trusted!

Yes, one gets the idea this is a REAL obese idiot from North Carolina who managed to find girls underwear in a blobulent size. Disney panties the size of a circus tent...worn by someone with cottage-cheese thighs and an ass like Adele's face...watta bargain!

One of the more creative bitches on eBay always likes to offer a little story.Last week she got stopped while claiming to be selling panties "that I wore in church!"

Among her items THIS week (as we all wait for her ultimate suspension)

Most eBay ads are from some loner with nothing better to do. The popular notion is that some hot bitch is lonely, masturbates in her panties, then preserves her mess and mails it out to someone even MORE lonely.

HOWEVER...here's a happy COUPLE. They BOTH get a thrill out of wearing teeny-tiny garments that barely cover their uglies. SHE sells her stinky little panties while HE models ridiculous swim trunks he thinks all guys should wear on the beach. They are both skinny, disgusting, deluded, and should be punched up the conk.

Yes, the guy's stuff is being sold right out in the open, and include a jocular line about how guys should SHAVE if they want to wear an item like this.

Last and least, a total bitch (or bastard). The dozens upon dozens upon dozens of PRE-OWNED, USED, WORN underwear ads festering on eBay's main site and the "adult" area show that this is a BUYER'S market.

BUT...some obnoxious sellers, who do get their ego from the fact that ANYONE would want to buy and sniff their exudate, get bossy. They lay down a long list of rules, and write them up with control-freak brattiness.

So there! Do as I say or you don't get to sniff my used underwear! New rules! Serious bidders only! Don't waste my time!

Right, right, it's a tough life, sitting around rubbing your twat to squeeze enough vaginal glue into a crotch to make a sale. It takes talent, skill and determination! Why, you almost get the idea eBay has Simon Cowell holding auditions to make sure only the stinkiest CUNTS can sell their be-fouled underwear on the site.

And you do wonder which used knickers ads involve David Walliams. He MIGHT be the fat-ass pretending to be from North Carolina, and pretending to be a woman.

An annoying Yank Comedian and a British Twit Loser

What would you think if some nerd in a hipster hat took to Facebook and began crowing:

I RUN A SID JAMES "MUSEUM" HERE IN BURLINGTON, VERMONT!

Right. You'd think "This is a clueless, vainglorious moron staking out ground muddy with dog piss and shit."

You'd think, WHO the FUCK cares about SID JAMES in America??

Here in America, you can imagine the amazement and ultimate disgust at an idiotic Brit-Twit who goes around Facebook trying to call attention to himself for worshiping a third-rate comic like PHIL SILVERS.

GOSH, the ONLY museum dedicated to a particularly obnoxious dead comedian nobody under 50 cares about!

Like somebody who claims to own a world record for most ping pong balls he shoved up his ass, he has nothing much to be proud of, and is too self-delusional to know that HE IS A FOOL.

Christ, you could interview 100 Americans and maybe 2 would know who Phil Silvers was. "Uh, he had that stupid show about a nasty guy named Bilko trying to pull con jobs on stupid people."

The number would have to be even LESS in Great Britain.

In a world where even "I Love Lucy," "Steptoe and Son," "The Honeymooners," "Carry On" movies, "Mother Riley," and Max Miller no longer amuse anyone but aging nostalgists, it takes a very dedicated and blinkered bozo to not only waste his money buying Phil Silvers garbage on eBay, but haunt Facebook to try and get admiration

Right, he got less than 200 views. He's apparently got some kind of storefront where he pays rent, and has glass cases, and shows off photos of an ugly man who died before most everyone was born. This dunce displays a hat and coat this has-been comic wore like they're the crown jewels.

It's sad that there are idiots like this. They nag the local newspaper with, "I've got the biggest collection of souvenir spoons..." They open a "museum" in their armpit town devoted to some ridiculous subject like "Bottle Tops" or "Beanie Baby Dolls" and admit it's only open on weekends when they're off work, and even then only if you phone first.

This obese herring has rigged up a fucking video so that, in case you don't want to waste your time visiting this lunatic, you can admire with great awe, his COLLECTION...

(Hello, idiot. Since I'm sure you Google and Bing your idol's name every fucking day, I'm glad you found THIS. Yes, you are being made fun of. You are a moron. You are wasting your life. People think you are a jerk. That had on your dumb onion of a head may have been hip when Elvis Costello wore it in the 70's, but it ain't hip now, especially not on YOU.)

Back to the regular readers of this esteemed and pressed blog.

Aren't you IMPRESSED?

Isn't he ADMIRABLE?

The big surprise is that he found ANYONE with a vagina to be ANYWHERE near him. Yes, it's someone obese who probably has tattoos and five black children from five different marriages, but with the right amount of paint she's quite passable.

She's no doubt impressed to know somebody in SHOW BUSINESS and more important, somebody who has a LOT OF MONEY. He's keeping "the memory of Phil Silvers alive" in England (which is like wanting to keep South African fringe-contender heavyweight Corrie Sanders' memory alive in Sweden). Yeah. But she figures, if this dullard has enough money for his hobby, he'll have plenty to give to her so she can buy some frocks, take day-trips, and hook up with black guys she texts via social media. "Phil Silvers, you say? Fill your twat with BLACK DICK, I say!" "Go ahead, me hubby is on eBay snipering a photo of Phil Silvers pulling faces at Milton Berle."

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Meghan Trainor poses for the Shooting Gallery

What's all THIS then?

Is this like a garish duck from a shooting gallery? You see this standing in back of an amusement booth in Blackpool and you're supposed to fire BB gun pellets to knock it down?

I have no idea who this bulging bint Meghan Trainor is. The spokeswoman for Spanxx?

Please, world, WE NEED MORE FAT SHAMING, not less.

This is NOT attractive. This is NOT desirable.

Adele, Amy Schumer, Meghan Trainor, Rebel Wilson...I know these names mostly from seeing these articles in the tabloids: "Don't Fat Shame Me!" and "I'm not Overweight" and "Plus Size Means Ample Assets! She Rocks that Circus Tent!"

What does that Meghan Trainor photo say?

"I'm a pig and I'm proud."

"My Kotex pad looks like bacon."

"I was voted Miss Hog Jowls of 2015."

I DON'T watch series TV and I don't go to the movies, so mostly I'm spared actually seeing these pachyderms perform, but they offend me just by posing for newspaper photos. The Elephant Man looked better than this.

And here's the latest from pudgy-faced nasty no-talent unfunny media-whore pest Amy Schumer.

That stupid face and repulsively laughable body might be ok for a comedienne, but this joke-thieving arrogant and smirking monster thinks she should be considered a superstar. No, not for making a movie with Judd "For the Defense" Apatow, America's most sanctimonious putty-nosed movie maker and fellow loudmouth. Christ, the only thing worse than Amy Fatso in a retard-leotard would be unappetizing Apatow in one.

Bill Bored

Here's a way to feel old. Check out the "Winners" of the Bill Bored awards.

Yeah, ONE DIRECTION tops The Rolling Stones.

There were only TWO rock groups nominated that had members over 40: the obnoxious U2 and the wrinkly rockers The Rolling Stones.

Other than those two, check the list below and write down the albums you own. Write down ANY song you recognize. Write down ANY artist you like.

What did you write? NOTHING, right?

Say something nice about the Billboard Awards? OK, it seems like it's the LAST fucking useless "awards" show of the season. Now's the time for all the smellies to go off on their tours, making millions by stomping around an outdoor stage doing aerobics while nitwits scream and the sun bakes their brains.

Say something nicer? The Billboard Awards seemed to push poor Eager Bieber to the limit, declaring that he feels alienated by these shows and doesn't want to do them. Poor Baby Singer.

Say something nicest? Old Madge got a ton of boos and hisses for her "Tribute to Prince."

All of the above doesn't really compensate for this fact:

There was NO reason for me to watch the Bill Bored show. I could barely name a tune recorded by ANYONE. And I don't like ANYONE on that list except Taylor Swift, and I only like her because she has some morality and doesn't coddle pirates. I'm not agog over the way she looks and her music means nothing to me.

Fetty Wap? Are you kidding me? Is that like, the new cool version of Fiddy Cent? And BIEBER still winning awards? And The Weeknd? What the fuck is a "Weeknd?" The guy is TOO cool to spellll? Sho. I git it.

It's saying to anyone over 40, in other words, half the planet, FUCK OFF. Go be like the rock critic from the NY Times, John Rockwell, and start listening to classical music. You are TOO OLD TO ROCK AND ROLL. Or rather, there IS no ROCK AND ROLL, there's rap and there's beats and there's whatever the fuck Ariana Grande and Bieber and One Direction do.

I had to squint down that list to find anyone I didn't loathe. OK, I don't exactly loathe David Bowie, but I don't listen to any of his stuff either. Back in the day, one or two songs were ok. Coldplay? Feeble shit; outtakes from Genesis or something. That both of 'em lost to a group I never even heard of is pretty ridiculous.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, there was a time when every Top 10 song had a tune. It was catchy. You may not have WANTED to catch it ("I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt") but you recognized it as a song. Maybe it was the current equivalent to "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini" but at least it was a song.

Now? It's inane rap monkey garbage. It's these insipid half-breeds like Ariana Grande doing their variations on the Shitney yodel. It's about "beats." That's why Madge and McCartney went out and found all the latest PRODUCERS to try and cover up their inability to write a decent melody anymore.

"I think the worst is over now," in terms of AWARDS SHOWS. And yes, "the morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball." Meaning, it's hot and humid and if you go outside you might think there's been a nuclear reactor meltdown.

Very Obscure Vero

"Hi, Guyyyyssss, I'm Vero!

"No, I wasn't named after the arrogant eBay program "VeRO" where, instead of demanding their sellers prove they own copyright, they burden the copyright owners with surfing their site.

"I'm just one of hundreds of twats who like to cover Taylor and Ariana and all the droning tuneless cunts. Also a fag or two like Sam Smith. Like, it's what I do, know wuttum sayin?

"See that? A big, BIG nearly 2,300 views! I know that doesn't even get me monetization money on Gootube, but I'm still quite a star, right? Eat your shaved twat out, Cuntwell! You are NOWHERE NEAR MY NUMBERS!

"That's all I wanted to say. It's just a reality check to her, since she's all over this blog! Remember, bitch, you're off-key and self-absorbed and stupid, and that means yer NOTHING SPECIAL ON GOOTUBE! You compete with chicks who are being obscure, relentless and idiotic, or being delusional, plain-looking and going nowhere!

"Supply and demand? OK, people can actually watch all the Taylor and Ariana "licensed" and bootleg clips they want. Being curious and actually clicking some amateur doing a "cover" is more out of morbid curiosity.

But if you are a true cunt, and if you have a stubborn sense of self, and nothing better to do while the Preparation H kicks in and your boyfriend smirks about making you take it in the ass "just for birth control purposes," why not make these cover version videos??"

Saturday, May 28, 2016

The SHAUNA CUNTWELL Blow-Up SEX DOLL!

"Hi, Guyyyyssss, if you LIKE me, you want to FUCK ME! Wouldn't you buy THIS?

"Yes, I've finished the prototype for my very own INFLATABLE SEX DOLL. It is sooooo similar to me. It's got air in its head. It's got a dumb expression. It has bland beige skin. It stares mindlessly with its mouth open. And you're happiest when it doesn't make a sound.

"I didn't want to take it out of the package and drape it over my Casio, but I guarantee, the twat is hairless. It's all smooth plastic. Twat and ass! Plastic hole! Plastic hole! (Wasn't that the title of a Beatles album? I'm not that familiar with 19th Century classical music. It's sooooo before my time.)

"You can dress your Shauna doll in pre-owned stained knickers (size 10, small) which you can buy from eBay, and a size 32-A (10AAA for you Aussies!) bra.

"To get in the mood, you might want to download and play some of my Gootube videos. If anything would make you want to shove your dick in my mouth, it's listening to me sing! But don't neglect my other plastic holes. I want you to pump my plastic twat till the goo flows out of it like it was the River Bang. I mean, Bann. And fuck my plastic asshole till it flows like the Blackwater of Munster!

"My manager Bill isn't sure how we'll sell this. It could be FREEEEEE with proof of buying and downloading 50 of my songs on iTunes (you're allowed to buy the same song 50 times). I don't mean to be a tease, but your Shauna doll is NOT available just yet. I'll tell you when! Bye-eeeeeee!!"

Friday, May 27, 2016

Another GARISH, CRAPPY Johnny Depp-Tim Burton Piece of Shit - GETS PANNED

The only surprise with a Johnny Depp-Tim Burton film is if the critics and the public don't trip over their feet to get to the theaters.

Oooh, JOHNNY! OHHH, Tim! It looks like MAYBE their luck has run out.

Finally, it seems like the critics, at least, are tired of Burton's "Lucy in the Sky" hallucinatory antics in nauseating over-drenched color.

When I saw TV commercials for this nauseating thing, I thought, "No, not another overbaked phoned-in fantasy film where special effects and creepy make-up pass for a good script and decent acting."

Burton's done some decent work, and some of it was even somewhat new and different. The man worth $140 million (gee, $10 million more than fat Adele gets for a few albums of bellowing) sometimes "pushed the envelope." You didn't have to be Bob Dylan to think, "something's going on here, but you don't know what it is," when he unleashed strange and quirky items like "Pee Wee's Big Adventure" or "Beetlejuice." He showed a unique style, and took us inside the world of the outsider.

Depp was pretty good as "Edward Scissorhands," and less so (way too young) as "Ed Wood" or "Sweeney Todd." The fact is, Burton began to smell. That goes for his takes on Batman, and his fucking parodies of himself like "Tim Burton's Corpse Bride," where he had to put his fucking name on the title.

I hated the mean-spirited "Mars Attacks" when it first came out, except for his temporary wife Lisa Marie, but came to see that it was quite a twisted satire. But mostly, no, the guy is painting by the numbers, and that goes for his fucking soundtrack composer, Danny Elfman, whose scores began to all sound alike.

It probably is too late for the Depp-Burton team to put out anything even tolerable, which is about all "Sweeney Todd" was (especially with Tim's talentless twat of an ex-second wife, Hellish Bon-Jovi Carter.

And Depp, really, is such a one-dimensional Marlon Skeleton. It's OVER. Go do the endless sequels as a pirate (those aren't with Burton, I know), and enjoy your money.

I think Depp even realizes he can't continue his mono-syllabic game of glowering at talk show hosts. He's TRIED to loosen up and mumble a funny anecdote or a dry one-liner. Usually he fails. He can't save his movies by promoting them, and we're all frankly a bit tired of looking at him.

Not to gang up on Depp, or depp up on Gang, or whatever. The poor schmuck has had it rough lately. He had that monumental bomb playing a "Native American" in "The Lone Ranger," and he is getting a divorce (no not from Vanessa Paradis again, from some lesbian bimbo), and nobody seemed to care about that stupid band he was in with Alice Cooper, etc. etc.

The critics can babble their disappointment all they want. Like so:

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The test will be whether the zombie public in general, and that vast army of Millennial nerds in particular, can EVER cut the cord on this candy-ass shit. They didn't when a fuming Gene Wilder watched the new "Wonka" become a wonder at the box office. Apparently Depp-Burton's earlier "Alice" movie did well enough to warrant this sequel, timed for the "family holiday" of Memorial Day in the States, and summer around the world.

Right now, as predictable as fart after a Mexican dinner, the two TOP movies at the box office are: ANGRY BIRDS (another lookalike computer-animated piece of crap based on an Internet game) and CAPTAIN AMERICA (yet another tedious Marvel comic book asshole).

IF I'M BEING HONEST, we all know that movies now have to be loud, garish and stupid. They have to either involve bright color kiddie characters (preferably in animation), cartoonish super heroes, or those always hilarious and athletic Niggas (Will Smith, Tyler Perry, Jamie Foxx, Chris Tucker, etc. etc.).

As for the "art houses" which barely exist anymore except in very big cities, they get some fucking bore from Dame Doodi Stench, and that's it. If Stench turns it down, Maggie Smith takes it. When these dull British movies about eccentric twats and nasty cunts play for a few weeks to a piddlingly smaller and smaller bunch of old people and pretentious movie buffs, there will be a new Woody Allen film. This one will float along. Not too well. After all, there are not so many Jews anymore. Some movie buffs can't feel good about themselves because Ronan Farrow and his sister say "DON'T SEE WOODY'S FILMS." The slack is taken up by the scattershot bunch of Millennials who HAVE to see their faves even if it's in a Woody Allen movie they don't understand and find very wordy.

There's just not much out there that's any good, and if it IS good, it gets ruined with endless sequels (Downey Jr. as both Sherlock Holmes AND Iron Man) or spoiled by PC shit (James Bond the Blond, who will be followed by either James Bond the Nigga or James Bond the transgender male).

IF the assholes DON'T waddle to the multi-plex because they have nothing better to do, or no taste, or have to park the brats for a while, this MAY signal that everybody is TIRED of Tim Burton films, and Tim Burton-flavored films. (He didn't direct this one, only produced it and hired somebody to ape his style.)

If this flops, will the public also come to realize that Leonardo di Crapio has aged into an extremely unpalatable round-headed ug? That De Niro keeps doing De Niro but with crappier scripts and more eyebrow raising and guffawing out the side of his fucking mouth? That Italian gangsters AREN'T funny anymore or even relevant? That it's boring to see a white hero with a noisy Nigga sidekick, or a Nigga hero with a bewildered asshole white sidekick? That Streep has a crooked nose like a fucking Picasso painting and is NOT the world's greatest actress? That Angelina Jolie is no longer hot? That there's a limit to how many times anyone wants to see the same stupid special effects in a sci-film about the end of the world? That you can't keep piling more and more super heroes into a Marvel movie and expect people to sit there in awe? That Tom Hanks has aged well out of his roles as "the average decent American?" That Batman and Superman films aren't as good as the TV versions or the comic books, because they reflect a new, techno-nasty world that is a misery to live in?

Would it surprise you that I've not been to a fucking movie in a theater in at least five years or more? And that I hardly ever even bothering downloading this new shit for FREEEEEE?

Leave "nice comments" for David Gest, the ugly crazy obnoxious faggot parasite

Aww, isn't that cuuuuuuute. Balloooooooons.

What a sweetie that David Gest was. I mean, for an underhanded, fame-whore cocksucking maggot.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, there are users who play their cards very, very well.

Some blacks will play the race card to fame and fortune. Everyone from Spike Lee to President Obama has done it, either with a sullen sense of entitlement, or "The Audacity of Hope."

Contrary to cynical belief, people LOVE to champion a minority and show how liberal they are. "Look at us, world, we elected a Black President!"

A whole load of guilt has no doubt helped Jews from time to time, and even swayed some Protestants to elect John F. Kennedy as the first Catholic president. The list of card players is huge, and that most certainly includes gays. They've drawn sympathy for being picked on. How many movies and plays have chronicled Oscar Wilde, the poor fool, for his love of Booooozeeeee and his stubborn refusal to play it safe. What a hero.

People love to pretend sympathy for the underdog, especially if that dog has sorrowful eyes, and whimpers. "And I love Puerto Ricans and Negroes, as long as they don't move next door. So love me, love me, love me..."

Right? David Gest was such a character. As long as he was on TV and you didn't have to live with the bastard. Every minority deserves MORE than their fair share...as long as you don't have to smell their cooking or listen to their music. Put it this way: Merkel doesn't have Muslims living in her palace.

Gays have been abused and tormented for being gay, and no decent person would think it's justfied. Some religious fanatic church-going hypocrites, maybe. But even THEY own Liberace records. And so it is that certain laughable and flamboyant fags, or sorrowful Sam Smith-types, play the gay card and get rewarded. And so was the waxy fruit David Gest.

Forget his shrewd Machiavellian manipulations, and how he minced into the world of Michael Molest-a-Kid Jackson, or Shitney Houston or, most infamously, demented Liza Minnelli, who actually married the fag.

Nah, he was a SWEETIE. So adorable. How about how he was swapping spit with some other fag on a reality show? Disgusting? Of course not. David was just being Dayyyyyvid. As Mort Sahl used to say, "If a heterosexual talks about sex, he's awful. But a homosexual can do it because it's his CRAFT." Meaning, David Gest could obnoxiously flame about his fruitiness (as Elton and McKellan and Sam Smith do) and that's ok. It's "courageous." He's here and he's queeeer.

Not only was David Gest obnoxious, he was UGLY, too.

How very fortunate for him, that his pandering, his flamboyance and his shameless and tasteless behavior found a home in England. He was unknown back home; a tiny brown-flecked shit-crust on the underwear of America. At least, until he ridiculously married Minnelli for fame, and was flanked at the wedding by Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor in one of the most chillingly repulsive photos ever taken.

We're talking about a nigger-exploiter, who called attention to himself by hosting "oldies" shows featuring washed up "soul" performers from the 60's and 70's. What did HE know about it? HE knew how to ranch the cows, that's all. He paraded his slaves on stage, gave himself the biggest share of the gate, and was praised for it! Idiot towns like Grimsby couldn't wait to lick his scrotum and giggle with glee that the great Gest would be coming to their craphouse, and bringing along all his brown people to shuck and jive and sing and dance.

In a fair world, a user and abuser like David Gest would've been shunned like a leper.

Fortunately for him, he was living in the mutated 21st Century where "reality show" idiots are heroes, and gruesome little monsters like Honey Boo-Boo are considered cute, and Adele is considered talented, and the Kardashians are considered royalty. Let's be honest: the Kardashians and Jenners get more coverage EVERY DAY than the Royals do. There isn't a fucking day that there isn't a photo of the fabulous Kim or Khloe or Kyle mincing around showing tits and ass or just making cow-eyes into the camera, or trout-pouting with huge shit-lips.

Check the comments of most newspapers, and the idiot sheep go along with it. People are desperate for "stars" to worship, and hype to swallow, and absolutely deformed cretins like Amber Rose and David Gest to elevate onto a toilet pedestal, flushed with admiration and awe.

Here's a bunch of complacent Brit-twits, sipping their cuppa, their nylon panties pulled up tight, and meditating on David Gest, the dedicated follower of fashion, the suck-up pretender, the plastic-faced abuser, the clique-driving dipshit who you can be sure was cruel to anyone he couldn't use.

"His heart was in the right place." HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW, YOU DUMB TEA-SIPPING SIMPLETON? Did you hear his hype-howls about Minnelli? How he humiliated her? Were you around when he was making a shambles of that celebrity "reality" show till he fled, aggravating Angie Bowie, disgusting everyone with his openly aggressive sexuality? Were you negotiating a contract with him to sing "Band of Gold" for the fucking 15,000th time and hoping to get paid enough for a decent hotel and food in a dump like Grimsby?

KEEEEERIST. Idiots hear that somebody croaked and they instantly line up to pout and sob about it, and say inane things like "his heart was in the right place." Yeah, and his dick was in the right place, up somebody's shit-smeared asshole.

Oh, we LOVE to mourn. Let's find a mens room where he picked up rough trade, and leave flowers at the urinals.

This guy was SO good at it, that people actually sympathized with him in the divorce from Minnelli. Now, I don't believe for a minute that Liza isn't a piece of work, a diva, a drunken trainwreck, and somebody who would be easy to live with. But David Gest chose to do it in order to become famous.

He knew what he was getting into (a vagina, at least once in a while!) He used the inevitable divorce to make himself the poor faggot victim of an abusive FEMALE. He was so underhanded and catty, he even insisted that she gave him herpes. (If that's so, he must've passed it on to a hundred men!)

Say something good about the dead. He's dead. GOOD.

There are real, unstereotypical, dignified homosexuals in this world (just as there are decent Muslims). It's one thing to be amused, rather than disgusted, by his antics, and those of other "reality" stars and fools. It's another to sit in a daze mewling about what a loss it is that he's gone, or to blink blandly, and say before going out to walk Muffin the dog, "he seemed like a nice man." He seemed like, acted like and looked like, a TURD.

NYC Mayor Bill De Lousio, GLUG GLUG GLUG (only black lives matter)

The Nazi-thinking big bastard once known as Warren Wilhelm changed his name to Bill De Blasio.

Along a crooked, hacky trail of deception and lies, he managed to become mayor of NYC, mostly due to the implosion of all the better-qualified candidates. One turned out to be a dick-exposing nut masturbating to would-be girlfriends on social media. Another was a dyke. Another was black. Another was Asian. Bill, by being quiet and dull, galloped from fifth place into the lead.

His opposition in the actual election was a dull, lisping Republican. A white guy. The city is now more minority than white. So Bill played the race card by having his BLACK son do campaign ads. This, plus his shouts that cops will no longer "stop and frisk" or hassle black and Latino citizens, and an occasional wave from his black wife, sealed the deal.

Since then there have been random slashings (black on white) the "KO Game" (where blacks wander over to an unsuspecting white for a sucker punch) and a general increase in old-fashioned crime. The other day, a rap concert turned into a shooting event.

The NY Post is doing their best to accentuate this moron's egregious stupidity, and keep the heat on. It's a tricky brand of journalism, slanting the news, but as Sweeney Todd liked to say, "desperate times require desperate measures."

Today's feature, is a change of pace. It's about a raving bastard who might harm children, being coddled instead of jailed or institutionalized.

Note the choice of a very EVIL picture of the big dumb bastard DeBlasio.

The other day, yet another example of De Lousio coddling minority monsters.

Yes, De Lousio encourages the over-breeding of stupid minority jackasses, who then need to be housed because they don't want to work and pay rent. Sure, put them up in hotel rooms at $175 a night. Let them wander around the neighborhood pestering people for spare change. Let 'em commit crimes.

Again, the Post chooses an amusing photo. This time, he sticks his finger in his ear and says "Ting a ling a loo."

A few days ago the Post climaxed their campaign against him with the triumphant news that people LOATHE this jerk.

Again, a lovely choice of photo for Our Bungling Bill. (Hey, Bungling Bill, people get killed, people get killed...)

Popularity ratings do go down when at least one newspaper offers up expose articles. While the Post (Murdoch-run) is Republican-Conservative on every matter except lurid sex articles, and they might not be too kind to a Democrat mayor anyway, they have every reason to loath De Lousio.

Liberals and Democrats have rightly fought the good fight over the years. Without them, blacks might still be discriminated against, for example. Or gays. As in "back of the bus" or outright lynchings. The previous Republican mayors were actually Democrats (Giuliani and Bloomberg) who found it convenient to run with a party noted for taking a tough stand on crime, which has become a priority issue.

Usually, and especially in Manhattan, Democrats rule. People simply knew that these mayors were Democrat-Liberals on social issues, but tough on crime.

As a Democrat-Liberal Bill goes wayyyyy too far in coddling criminals and minorities (which, IF I'M BEING HONEST, are often the same thing). The mayor's office is also ridiculous and inefficient, and the jerk himself can't ever get to a meeting on time, and almost never does with the past mayors did, which is to BE at the scene of a disaster and show that he cares.

Right now, unfortunately, there seems to be no Republican on the horizon who can beat this bozo. There aren't even any powerful Democrats who'd step up and challenge him in a primary.

Meanwhile most everyone can see how the "quality of life" in the city has taken a downward turn. The headlines about random slashes and stabbings are scary. Nothing De Lousio does is an improvement. He even pissed off the rich and affluent power brokers who live on the Upper East Side by stubbornly insisting on putting a new garbage dump in the neighborhood, adding stink and congestion, and driving down real estate values. Watta PUTZ.

If there's any time a citizen makes a complaint about "quality of life" and gets a decent response, it has NOTHING to do with De Lousio. It has to do with calling 311 (which Bloomberg put into place) or contacting a local councilman, one who might put the heat on lazy cops and sanitation workers, or get a law passed despite the mayor's apathy.

PS, De Lousio and the city are being sued by animal rights groups who donated to him expecting him to get the overworked carriage horses removed from Central Park. The horses plod around all day so fat Huelbigs can have a ride and take pictures, and you can see them sweating and grunting. (Uh, the carriage horses, although the tourists often do as well, especially the Germans).

What a contrast: The Greatest City in the World has the Worst Mayor in the World.

What a CLEVER eBay Stinker - not a lot

"Women are irrational, that's all there is to that. Their heads are full of cotton hay and rags."

Ah, but maybe their heads are full of cotton because they are recycling their used smelly underwear. Take some shreds and stick it in the ear or up the nose, and help fill the spaces in the head. Right?

That would explain why some bint thinks she can get away with selling her stinking knickers as "DIY" project material.

There you have it. Like a broken 8-track tape player, stinky underwear can be "used for parts." And gee, only $9.95, the price of three or four new pairs in a store.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Soy una STINKA LATINA! Stop my smelly auction? I re-listo con un nombre nuevo!

You might remember that "ovulation" sale a few days ago. A Latina decided her "strong scent" was well worth buying, especially since she was on her colorful menstrual cycle.

That auction was actually KO'd by eBay.

You might expect a bitch like this to relist.

Yes, and no.

She's relisted, but under a new name. OH, how clever! She's also sneaking it as a one-day auction, since she now knows that this item is illegal (but that eBay almost never stops an auction the same day anymore).

That copy is the same...and that photo is the same...

The monkey-with-a-script at eBay? "Oh, well, uh, yes, that's the same auction. Well, it should be in the adult section."

No, it should NOT, because used underwear is illegal on eBay.

"Oh, yes, you're right. I will send this along for review."

Gosh, that IS the least you could do.