I've watched nothing but sports, and a couple of movies, this week. The sports were good...Game 7 of Indians, Rockies, the Giants destroying the Niners. There wasn't anything worth talking about though. The movies I watched were Stardust (a surprisingly good movie, that I will watch again, and again), and A Mighty Heart (movie about the widow of Daniel Pearl, and what she went through while they were looking for her husband...It's a brutal movie because 1.) you know that not only are they not going to find Daniel Pearl alive, but they are going to see that tape of him getting cut up, and 2.) they never built up the character of Daniel Pearl...I didn't like it).
So, I'm sitting here wondering what to write about. I never have writer's block because everyday I see something that makes me think. It makes me think about why it's there, how it came about, etc. I didn't see anything today, except for the evacuation of people in the Southern California Firestorm (I don't want to write about it until the fire is out...I truly feel bad for these families). I sat down and hit my "StumbleUpon" button until I thought of something to write about.
For those who don't know, StumbleUpon, is a add-on to the Mozilla Firefox browser that randomize sites when you press the "Stumble!" button. You pick out your catagories of interest, and it will pick a random site to take you to. I guess if you're on somebody's computer, and they have this button, you could tell a whole lot about who they are and what they are about. Let's see what I "Stumbled" on:
The first site I encountered that I found appalling is the site GroovyGroves.com. The site is like a YouTube for musicians. The appalling part is the fact that they have a "Stiptease" section where girls dance in their underwear, etc., to music. Some of these girls are not eighteen. I think that this clip speaks for itself:
So i'll stumble more and I get to The Onion...the website of one of my favorite publications. I've always liked their content, but then I found this video:
Use Of 'N-Word' May End Porn Star's Career
I always said that white people can't use the words "nigger" or "nigga". Check 'dat...porno stars getting filled up by brothas can use those words. Check 'dat...any female who's getting filled up by me is free to use the n-word whenever they want. They can even bring KFC into bed with them, just to make fun of the stereotype that black people love chicken. I won't care, because you know a brothas gonna be hungry afterward. You will get thrown out of the crib, if you don't bring hot sauce and grape soda, though.
While we're on the subject of fried chicken and soda, check out the list of death row inmates, and their final meal requests. Most of the inmates want fried chicken, and who could blame them.
Finally, I stumbled on this one site that I thought was a joke. It wasn't:
Smell Me and. Com
WTF?!?! Are you serious? This is disgusting. Am I going to really want to have the smell of 'Chicken of the Sea' on my hands? These fools think that I'm going to be aroused by the smell of pussy? Usually after I'm done with it, it stinks and it makes these farting noises. They should put a whoopie cushion in every box, just for shits and giggles. What's going to be next? A fragrence of my shit, to remind women of the time I hit them with "The Shocker", and finished with a "Dirty Sanchez" or "Cleveland Steamer"? That'll get them hot. How about a bottle of my nut sweat. I would call it "Reminiscence of a Tea Bag".
So if you don't StumbleUpon, you're missing out. If you think I'm a perv, because these are the sites I see, you're probably right. I'm out like a broad who doesn't bring the hot sauce to bed...
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