Sunday, May 01, 2005

Prospective Juror Fined In Los Angeles

A prospective juror was sleepy and bored in a court. He yawned too loud that got the Judge to notice, the Philadelphia Inquirer mentioned, and asked him why he did that?

The prospective juror said that he is boring. For that, he was fined up to $1,000 for contempt. And when the prospective juror barked with some support from others, the fine was reduced to $100.

Some prosecutors, lawyers and spectators claimed that the judges dozed, yawned and stuff like that -- why single this juror out?

Bet you a dollar that this judge is Republican.

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The Real Reason Why The Catholic Priests Try To Be Celibate

Patrick Prescott probably will decry this as untrue. But I believed it.

According to Larry Gonick, he mentioned that in 1070, Pope Gregory VI ordered that all priests must be celibate -- all of their wives, girlfriends and significant others -- be severed immediately.

Why? The Catholic Church claimed that it is set a "higher" example of "self-control, self-denial, even self-mortification".

The truth is that the Pope does not like the idea that his priest who is married tends to leave his parish to the next son, not to the Church -- the Catholic Church wanted the total control of the property.

Simply as that.

I say, go back to 1070 and rescind the ban on the priests' rights to marry.

It is not "holy" as many would like it to think.

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A Clarification

I was amused by a fool on another blog that he thought when I smirked at someone's struggles, something must be wrong with my mind. Actually, nothing wrong with my mind at all.

I thrive and expect the karma to do the job. And when the karma did its deed, my reaction to the whole drama is akin to what Sean Biggerstaff as Oliver Wood did in Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone.

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As you can see Sean's smirk -- it is akin to what I do in life when things fucked up for people who deserved it -- like when Reagan got Alzheimers Disease, I smirked. When he died, I smirked. When Bruce Carroll abdicated his phony crown at FagPatriot.org, I smirked.

I do not aspire to be normal. Hell, who wants to be normal, though? Normal is incredibly boring. If you aspire to be normal, more power to thee. But I'll stick to what I do -- smirking at people who asked for it.

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A Film Review of Thunderbirds (2004)

Tried to watch "Elf" by Will Ferrell -- the DVD disc apparently does not have subtitles or captions -- that really pissed me off so I tossed it out and put the next DVD film -- Thunderbirds.

Thunderbirds is a corny film. But I like it. It is "feel-good" movie for all ages. It is the United Kingdom's version of super-hero -- just like Superman was to the United STates.

Thunderbirds are a group of All-AmericansBritons whose mission is to save lives. Of course, sometimes they cannot rescue everyone else, and someone in the past decided to punish the Thunderbirds for that.

Very cute film -- Bill Paxton is sexy as always. Brad Corbert could end up as one of the next sexiest man alive. But my cock is still exhausted from its overload with Colin Farrell.

For more information on Thunderbirds, you can check this at the reliable IMDB.com.

Cheers,

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Saturday, April 30, 2005

Now It Makes Sense, Does It?








Your Birthdate: November 9

Your birth on the 9th day of the month adds a tone of idealism and humanitarianism to your nature.

You become one who can work easily with people because you are broadminded, tolerant and generous.

You are ever sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and you are very sympathetic and compassionate.

Your feeling run deep and you often find yourself in dramatically charged situations.

This 9 energy always tends to give more that it gets.

Saw Colin ...

I saw Colin Farrell on a DVD film called, "A Home at The End of the World".

I want to slap Sissy Spacek for hugging Colin. He's fucking mine, bitch! I want to kick Dallas Roberts for groping, kissing and hugging Colin -- he is fucking mine.

Robin Wright Penn shouldn't hump my boy. He is fucking mine.

Oh, god. I stroked my cock each time Colin smiled or moved his eyebrows. He is the type of a guy I wanted to be content with for the rest of my life.

I'm going insane -- soon I'll pop -- asd;lfkjolwerhls;ckvna;sdflkjhd;alkjehj!@#@$#$@

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The Toilet Paper

Got this from McFly -- hilarious! Enjoy!

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The Power of Toilet Paper


Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.

If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."

Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.

"How long will this take?" I asked.

"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies.

I stopped. " Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"

Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"

He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again.

Stupid, stupid man.