The Government Of Poland Curses Everyone's Pussy
The Polish Academy of Sciences has classified the pussy as an "alien invasive species." What the hell is this bullshit? Sure it looks like an alien, especially while it's taking a shit, but we all know better, don't we? Hell, a dick looks like a tubeworm growing on an undersea sulfur jet off the rim of an undersea volcano, but we don't call the human dick an alien, do we?
What the hell is wrong with Poland?
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https://www.foxnews.com/us/nyc-bishop-robbed-1m-jewels-streamed-church-heist-says-targeted-celebrity-status
I can't say I feel sorry for him. Who the hell wears a million dollars in jewelry in the first place? A preacher?
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Have a look at this man's head, then have a look at Mr Balls, the infamous mascot for testicular cancer being sent around to all the children's schools in Brazil.
The Curious Case of Detective Munch!
by Drop Bear
Speaking of transitioning, I had my second encounter with Detective Munch this evening. He's grown a lot bigger since I first saw him, but still has the thin face that is easy to recognize. Anyway, I was about to go out into the stickiness to refill the bird baths and I saw the bunny outside the kitchen window and close to the first bath, so I couldn't go out there without scaring him. Instead, I just pulled up a chair (in the AC) and watched the bunny enjoying a cool shady spot in the shadow of the magnolia trees. After twenty minutes or so, the wind had picked up sharply again (rabbits don't like wind whistling in their ears), so Munch hopped off into the sunflower patch for protection. Lost sight of him in that little jungle, but gave him another ten minutes before I wandered outside.
Pulled out the hose (the one on the reel) and decided to flush out the birds baths real good (they accumulate a lot of "stuff" that can make 'em sick in hot weather) and then I wandered over by the Thing Corner, to water the sparse wildflowers. Also wanted to water the grass between the corner and the sunset patio, where I had first seen Munch dining. Wild bunnies usually don't drink water (in a bowl or such), so they depend on moisture in the greenery they eat. The lawn is dried up in this weather, but I try to keep a few areas sort of green -- especially around the stepping stones. Nibbles always liked to sit ON the stone, rotating around slowly, as she nibbled the taller, greener grass that naturally grows around the base of the stones.
While I was watering in the Thing Corner, I saw Detective Munch slink out of the sunflower patch (he hadn't bothered to run away when I walked past -- inches away) and just kinda watch me. I think he understood that I was making things tastier. Eventually, I walked back up to the sunflowers, because they needed water, too. Munch showed a lot of trust, because he sat in the same place, less than a foot from the edge, while I was carefully spraying the whole flower box. Only when I got to that far edge and a little mist was getting on him, did the bunny hop away -- just a couple feet. Then, he was craning his neck, looking at the wet corner and then back at me, as though he was asking, "Is it safe for me to go over there now?" lol That's something Nibbles always did!
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It turns out, roads all over England are melting in the sun, and their train system's all fucked up too, because the tracks are going all funhouse mirror on them.
I can only imagine anyone savvy enough to consider this was afraid of being burned as a witch and didn't say anything.
Seriously? An entire fucking country built to melt at 87 fuckin degrees! Is there anything more amusing than something that stupid? lol
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=heat+melting+roads+and+tracks&atb=v316-1&ia=web
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=heat+melting+roads+and+tracks&atb=v316-1&iax=videos&ia=videos
I saw this on the web and couldn't believe it. People really need to watch their spelling. Below is another horrifying example, and frankly, I don't see him getting the BLM vote after this.
Today in our ongoing segment of Niggard Logic, we address the waves of protests all across the nation in support of Jayland Walker.
This is an attempted copkiller who deliberately shot at a police officer, while fleeing a crime in a ski mask. The pictures and videos are all over the web showing the flash from the muzzle of his weapon.
Jayland Walker tried to murder a police officer, but missed, and according to the prevailing standards of Niggard Logic, when a copkiller fails to murder a cop, and randomly puts the gun down after shooting, the police are supposed to magically know he's put the gun down, because he's fleeing his attempted murder of a cop wearing a ski mask, and if he's black, then they shouldn't shoot him.
I call this "Niggard Logic," because only a stupid, dishonest, lying fucking niggard would take this position, and the niggards seem to be doing so in huge protests all across the nation.
https://www.etymonline.com/word/niggard#etymonline_v_6935
niggard (n.)
"mean or stingy person, miser," late 14c., nigard, nygard, nygart, also with a variant nigoun, nygun (c. 1300), a word of uncertain origin. The suffix suggests French origin (see -ard), but the root word is possibly from earlier nig "stingy" (c. 1300), which is perhaps from a Scandinavian source related to Old Norse *hniggw, related to hnøggr "stingy," from Proto-Germanic *khnauwjaz (source of Swedish njugg "close, careful," German genau "precise, exact"). Perhaps also related to Old English hneaw "stingy, niggardly," which did not survive in Middle English. A noun nig "niggardly person" is attested from c. 1300, but OED considers this unlikely to be the source of the longer word.
There are protests all over the nation now because HE'S BLACK, and being black somehow now means you get to try to murder police without being killed.
There is no question that shooting him 60 times was an extreme injustice--60 shots wasn't nearly enough, and they should have just kept shooting the copkiller sonofabitch until there was nothing left to scrape off the ground.
I hope every officer on the scene sues the shit out of his stupid family as well.
Fuck the dead bitch Jayland Walker, he got exactly what he deserved, and fuck the Black Lynch Mob attacking the police because they think being black deserves immunity for copkillers.
Let it be a lesson to all other assholes out there who would attack our protectors. There are a lot more bullets left, and you will be killed fucking dead for it, as is the right and proper settled order of nature.
#JackoffsForJayland
#JaylandsAJackoff
ATTACK A COP AND YOU WILL DIE LIKE A BITCH.
KEEP THE DICKS OUT OF YOUR ASS!
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Vocabulary has become the dominant factor in bonding and distancing between people. It doesn't even matter what the words mean, it doesn't matter whether the statements made when strung together are true or false, all that matters is the words embraced and banned by whichever of the two camps they're from.
If you say "Vegan Black Lives Matter fist-bumps LGBTQ+ kale to stop greenhouse gases against police violence for white privilege," one camp will love you and the other will hate you. If you say "The Lord's trickle-down economics supports our troops against illegal immigrant abortion's vaccination is bullshit," one camp will love you and the other will hate you. Nothing has to make sense at all because people are no longer reasoning together, they're SORTING eachother. Maybe it turns out that the important speciation going on between people isn't between the "left and right," but between the reasoners and the joiners. There's a reason Rodin's "Thinker" is only one man alone.
An almost new bunny tale? I held off posting this, because I was hoping for more action, but, this is all I have for now. So, the next day, after my previous encounter with my old bunny, Nibbles, in the front of the cave, I saw a larger cottontail sitting in the back yard in the early morning. Taking that as a good sign, I went out to my "sunset patio" that evening to have my green tea and watch the colors. Oftentimes, that is when the cottontails come out of hiding to feed.
A picture is needed, because placement is everything for this tail/tale. The little brick patio, between the two big maples, is my "sunset patio"...because I'm generally facing West, to see the sunset? Duh! Behind the patio is the chain-link fence, separating the uphill neighbor's stuff from mine. Wildflowers are in a border area on my side of the fence (good bunny buffet).
Back where you see her red tool shed is the Thing Corner -- named so, because I never see the guy who lives in that house behind the shed. Just like in the Adams Family, this arm (Thing) opens the back door, their two dogs come out to pee & poop and then the arm opens the door again. With a slam, dogs and arm vanish. In that Thing Corner is also a larger triangular area for wildflowers, which happens to be next to Nibbles' secret bunny tunnel in the fence -- leading into Thing's yard, because fresh dog poo means more green growing things all year round!
Anyway, as I'm slumped in my chair, watching the changing sky colors, I heard a noise slightly behind me and to the side. Figured it was just another damn squirrel digging up the mulch at the tree base. Turned my head to the left to bark at it, but the squirrel was actually a small cottontail bunny! He was really, really trying to rip a clump of weeds out of my mulch (somebody has to do that weeding) and it was noisy! Turned my furry head farther and the little bunny seemed to notice me and silently yelled, "BEAR!!", before disappearing around the tree.
As soon as I refocused on the sunset, I could hear the noise again... and there (out of the corner of my eye) was the bunny -- even closer to my furry rear paw. He was again savaging that same clump of weeds. Now, I'm talking gently to him, so he doesn't seem to mind me noticing him -- until I turned a little more. ZO-O-O-O-M!! He's back around the tree, but this time, the bunny is playing Peek-A-Boo. We continue this game for over half an hour and each time, he's getting less worried about what a dumb old bear is doing in the chair. I even dangled my left arm off the side of the chair. My paw was only a couple inches away and I hoped the little bunny might get curious enough to nuzzle it? Never happened.
Meanwhile, I was trying to come up with a good name for my new bunny friend. Originally, it was "Detective Munch", because he was skinny with a thin face -- like the actor -- and he was dedicated to his cause. But, that didn't have a good bunny feel to it. Next choice was "Ripper" for the way he was trying to rip the weeds out of the mulch. Totally unlike Nibbles, who is a very dainty eater. In the harshest parts of Winter, I go out and cut down some small branches and defrost them in the garage, because all the other food stuffs are under the frozen snow. But, my Nibbles wouldn't/couldn't chomp on the branches, so I first have to cut them into lady-like, bite-sized twigs and pile those up for her! Spoiled bunny?
Anyway, "Ripper" sounded too mean for a cute little bunny, so I changed it to "Rip". That way, if "he" turns out to be a mommy (like Nibbles eventually did), I can change her name to "Ripley" without much fuss! Now, I just need my new bunny to return. NO luck the past three nights -- even though I've been watering the weeds to keep them fresh in the drought. Still hoping...
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