you kick job see how you are

coffee or soft drink?
don't say "don't" it's against the law
would you like some coffee or a soft drink?
im not going to give you anymore because youre drunk
you could lose your job
it's just not worth it
stick to it, it's not always easy
sometimes people do drink too much

Morning Stimulus

A breadth of fresh air, online Thursday morning news with traffic from forcecast seven to H in the morning edition hot chocolate really cool wow cute guy on the backside of this, ladies and gentleman,





A report from Helen Heaven reports that the artist stimulus bill is allocated to an estimate, it's headquarters for the most extravagant sale in the auction house’s history to seek four lots sold quickly, for more to seek out younger — or at least living — artists. In the audience sat the largest and most valuable private collections of art younger — or at least living — art corresponded roughly 100 each by Jean-Michel Basquiat, Tom Wesselmann and George Condo to pharmaceutical codings. Including more than the previous estimate, more than 3,000 works. A record-holder for a single artist so invested, they’re like the casino fingers and chewed gum bargains here that reaped around $20 million back in '93

Forecast Before Five

Worried that monkeysock cities aren’t reading or submitting them confidentially showed that drugs were effective to prescribe drugs to tsunami federal stimulus money patients, including children, for Celexa and Lexapro “black box” warnings that appear more effective in adults and the homes of poor people. Rapid economic stimulus, and spending it, expects that its state energy office will receive $40 million 123 times the size of the economy from its lethargy saving energy an afterthought, unlike in The Energy Department. An e-mail message that the department hoped would absorb the huge increase in money for weatherization could be particularly challenging. Though he contends the programs may not need to look far. “It’s embarrassing,” said Barbara Manman, executive director of the committee. sincerely Manman.

Just as in a real hospital, it is these doctors trained in emergency-room medicine and who work as much of a panic in their field as consultants. Scholars point to troubling rotating nurses, their future prospects. Networks are cutting 15 years on the series to move the often led their existence to decreased enrollment in the disciplines looming up to the ER’ Christmas parties. This crisis of confidence has prompted a reassessment of the study of the humanities. The chasm in higher education between new technology like stem-cell research disciplines and lengthening unemployment lines. The chocolate, cheeses and pickles is as good as legal tender at a local bar.

the primanly menbers

PS- I'm Silky Freckly and:

AIR, perhaps a suitable new president!
Its all there amidst piles of pride dirt residents
Unions and swearing and scraping rocks
Our air has become a refuge spore pox
On the ground special operations tromp
Defense attack force teams enforce mass swamp
“To world peace!” in another technician
"This is freedom!” on lipped extradition
The job 595'40 my surprising peace find
Rivals and heavy sides applauding the blind
To give up control strips, people gnarling
With each other and that's cop hope darling
Can only be blamed in sabotage fill
To meet our antinationalist drill

MY NEW DONKEY SANDRO

Over the last few days, I've been informed on that I am now the proud owner of a Donkey named Sandro, who dreams and waits to carry me through Naples, Italy.



Here's a copy of the 3 messages I've received from him. What a peotic mule:

HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HEE HAAAW! DEAR BRIAN, I'M VERY GLAD TO THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR VERY PLEASANT FRIENDSHIP WITH MY BEST BRAYS! HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HEE HAAAW!


Dear friend,
don't forget - Please! that United Europe is waiting for You. Don't forget that Italy is waiting for You! Above all, don't forget that You have an original italian donkey in Italy: me! HEE HAAAW! Yes, You are my Master! A donkey in Naples is waiting for You! Have You seen Naples? Naples is in south-Italy and is both the capital city of the Campania region and of the Province of Naples. It's name is <<>>. Its ancient name was <<>>: <<>> is the meaning of <<>>. Its metropolitan area is the second most populated area in Italy and one of the largest in Europe. It is located between the volcano Vesuvio and a gulf, the Gulf of Naples: in Naples You could visit both a wonderful volcano and some wonderful sea-shores. The city itself in the central area has a population of around 1 million, the inhabitants are known as " napoletani" or poetically " partenopei ". It is rich in historical, artistic and cultural traditions and gastronomy. In Naples You could eat: panzarotti; pizza; spaghetti con le cozze; aragosta (special fresh lobster); gnocchi alla sorrentina; pizzette di cicinielli; mozzarella; salciccia con i friarielli; sfogliatelle; babà; etc. . In Naples You could drink: Lacryma Christi special wine; red or white wine of Vesuvio; limoncello. The Historic Centre of Naples is listed by United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (U. N. E. S. C. O.) as a World Heritage Site. In Naples are: very old castles; very old churches; very old palaces and museums; big public gardens. Between 1266 and 1861, Naples was the capital of the Kingdom of Naples (later of the Two Sicilies). This history, coupled with its size, has given Naples the unofficial status of being the capital of the Italian south. In the modern day, the city is served by Naples International Airport of "Capodichino". Well, i'm very glad to give You a possibility: if You want visit Naples riding an original neapoletan donkey, You can ride me. I'm your own donkey! I'm really a donkey! I'm really a ass! I'm really an equus asinus! Besides, i'm very well domesticated: i can both carry and speak in italian language and in english language. I'm Sandro the donkey! I'm very popular here in Naples for giving funny rides on my back to tourists. I can carry peoples through sea-shores and public gardens. By the way, i can carry till 100 kilograms for a hour and half (slowly). My dear, i should be very glad to carry You. I'm waiting for You and for your hay! By the way, the followings are some informations about me:
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Perissodactyla
Family: Equidae
Genus: Equus
Subgenus: Asinus
Species: Equus asinus neapolitanus
Name: Sandro
Surname: Catalfamo
HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HEE HAW! I'm waiting for You! HEE HAW! HEE HAW! HEE HAAAW! With my best brays!

Naples, February 24 2008 Your own donkey Sandro.


Dear friend,
i dreamt yesterday night that You - Looking out for new experiences! - came by plane in south-Italy for holiday. You was in south-Italy with a very nice girl. Well, a tour operator offered You a hunting license: precisely, the mentioned tour operator gave You the permission for hunting me. I was a big animal! I dreamt that You had a very nice khaki suit, a safari jacket, a pith elmeth and a rifle 300 Winchester Magnum. I dreamt You - Very beautiful hunter! - beginninig the expedition, the big-game, in the wild nature of south-Italy: You was very enthusiastic! All at once, You saw me near a brook and so aimed your rifle: i detected a presence and so i saw You too. We looked at each other: a great surge of adrenalin was in You! You aimed again and fired! A lightning strike! A perfect strike! You was the winner! A lot of persons rushed and celebrated your win! Your girl took some photographs of You: You assumed a pose by putting one of your feet on my head; You assumed a pose by sitting on my back and holding my head. YOU WAS GREAT! So, You came back to your land with my skin as a trophy. And i was your bedside skin rug! What do You think about this? Greetings from Naples.

Naples, February 26 2008 Your loyal donkey Sandro.




Sandro's own myspace page

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****NEW TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED!!!****

Fr: Josh

Casual fisting
Politely smelling
Poppers

Oct 14, 2:30pm



Re: Brian

Judge Double
Facelift cop
doctor

Oct 14, 2:55pm



Fr: Josh

Rubber fist
Baby bumpers

Oct 14, 3:40pm



Re: Brian

Casual military
Fisting Casualty

Oct 15 10:34 pm



Fr: Josh

Sad sadistic
fisting fishes

Oct 15, 10:36pm



Re: Brian

Fishy City
Anal Oysters

Oct, 15 10:41pm



Fr: Josh

Syphillis
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Oct 16, 4:55pm



Fr: Josh

Casualties
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and forced the
fractilization
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forces

Oct 21, 9:49pm



Re: Brian

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cocky chicken
clASSicals up in
a corncave men
cornER for
cross-cuntry
cost cuts

Oct 24, 8:32pm



Fr: Josh

I love the
cuntry. Ill be
there on monday

Oct 24, 8:33pm

Hot Summer Foods

7 Lucky Wiggers will read your FortUNe, when they want to...

After being locked up for protocol violations on saggin length, my legs were removed. flattened. All the bitches can't carry me on their own. American have bad days and looking tough without calves is only bait for honeys who parole. Keeping enemies on the range below me is a triple bitch threat.


the park is full and police move the communication from the pool to the brownouts and 3-way brick yards i waited for 3 hours con education? shut the fuck up! fuck you part 2



New Yorkers can now expect more familiar holes as restrictions are lifted. When the weather is this good, I use them all.



when i'm in germany i want to get organized. Organize all the gays, boys, men, guys, and fuck offs, sports, sneaker, skins, and rims, turks, pales, shiny and sick boots, shaves, less mirror, more stick


Yeah now here's your finger.. ok then, just pillows .



Take that glock, and rub it to the cock, unloaded of couse, im not watching this time and instead came into my silk boxing trunks. The yogurt has been strained, whose the boss and is ready to become the new Golden boy.



*I'm silky freckly and this is some gangsta shit!

The embASSy anonymous

Two perceptions of Visa/Consulate Time frames:

1. Intiallly:
The embASSy Assy

2. Lately:
The Anonymous worker






1. The embASSy Assy



British EmbASSy Effarts Faggots
I got B E E F
Exhortation FruSTATEd

Fisted Embasy officials are denying all foreigners the right to co-exist without first forking over four-hunred dollars and telling the embassy assy all of your most private and personal details.


The Embassy Assy approaches, his skin green like the jade, and his face and belly fattening from swallowing his oily duties as the human receptacle for british government practices. Spitting between the gaps in his yellow crooked teeth he says "In order for you Mr. uh, Whatever, to walk on this part of the earth, you will stick your dick in this tube for a few weeks or so while the Queen Blob will suck every bit of power and mystery from you, documented in triplet of course!" "And then you must pay me handsomely for it!" NOW BEND OVER IF YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT WE'RE REALLY INTO!!"

CHUG_UG_CHUG_UG_FUCK_FUCK_SLURPY_SLURP_UCK_GUCH_HUCK_GU_GU_GUS_FUCK_FUCK!!!!

"Then I simply wave my prissy from the queen fingers and lightly stamp this piece of paper here. Then youre free to enjoy all the benefits of our great democratic Cunty, uh, Cuntry."

But I protest

"Ah tsk fart!" says the Assy, "You obviously had complete control over where you were born and under what conditions. Our Visa policies only relfect a fair and democratic process of punishment and torture for these choices," he laughs. "If you want to visit our Big Ben so bad, then you should have decided while you were still a non-existant universal particle B section F, that you should have chosen to be born British or American or French into a wealthier family that can afford to put someone else in your place."

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and rubs his hands together. Then he pulls out the smallest bit of tubing attached to some sort of modem or control box, its wires receding into the wall. "Now pull out your meat popsicle, and insert."

The tube must be an inch or two wide, I say "Um, you have a problem, my native floppy cock just wont fit in your hole. See?", I say 'accidently' swishing piles of paper from his desk with my unacceptable foreign cock.

Shocked, the Assy recoils in disgust, "Oh fuck, not another one! What's with you freaks, this tube's size is based on proper English standards!"




2. THE ANONYMOUS WORKER


The Embassy official approaches, but he cannot be seen or heard. His presence is marked only by the blue squiggles he makes on Visa applications. No name, no address, no contact information, and no hope to discover his real identity. There is a reason for this anonymity: He doesn't care or matter.

But Behind the shrouded veil of uncertainty is a simple man, with unimportant features and a rather boring life. He comes to work each day to a stack of waiting Visa applications. Above all, His job is make sure he is not fired. But his primary duty as the Embasy offical is to grant or deny a Visa to the applicant. He does not care who is applying for a visa and prefers to remain emotionally and physically disconnected from the people involved. He is only concerned with comparing information applicants provide with the standards of Visa granting or denying. All the personal information collected is browsed only to serve this purpose. What happens next with this personal information is not in his job description, nor has he ever cared. Moreover, he has no idea who the queen blob is, or his own dick for that matter. He finds comfort in imagining he is just a interchangeable faceless visa machine. A cog dispensing out your plastic visa bubble operated by the action of many coins passing through

After unfolding a stack of applications, he gets to mine.
He doesnt even look at my name.
He starts processing.

Denied.


Reasons: not a tourist, must re-apply for a business visa. (all expenses payable)
He didnt see my blog
He doesnt know who I am
He wont remember this experience
An interchangeable faceless Visa machine
nothing personal

PRIVATE GUN SHOES
BULLETS COCKED AND SWOOSH
BULLS SHOP FOR RIVAL GLOCKS
BUS STOP GUN SHORE SHELVES


MY GO GO IS A NO-GO GONE ONE
I FORGOT YOUR NUMBER AND YOUR NAME
YOUR SNEAKERS ON MY FLOOR
I DONT WANT A KNOCK ON MY FLOOR AT THIS HOUR OF THE NIGHT

Slava's Soviet Space Day of Birth

Today is April 12, Slava's Birthday and the Russian SPACE day!
In honor of my astronaut, I present


"Slava's Day in Space"



It's 1:00 p.m. in Moscow—though Slava may be up to 300 miles over New York—and a new day is beginning. Slava dresses in his Mir uniform—an adidas zip-up track suit over a wife beater—and pulls himself through the module, named Kvant-2, to the Transfer Node that links to the other five modules. A ninety-degree-turn in the Node, and Slava floats into the Base Block, the main module, where his colleagues—two Russian cosmonauts, Brian Kenny & Laika (the space pitbull) —have woken to the same alarm. They have already dressed and used the Personal Hygiene Area, so Slava enters it, uses the water-recycling toilet, spends another hour or so brushing, shaving, flossing, showering and douching, and joins them in the main cabin.

Slava says good morning and talks a bit, mostly in English, and then everyone dons headsets for the first communications pass, or "comm pass," of the day. Once every orbit—about every 90 minutes—while passing over one of the communications ground sites in Russia, Slava talks to mission control. The Russian speaks with his supervisors, and talks to the NASA flight director, AA Bronson, who is at Russian mission control. He is coordinating the activities whose experiments Slava's running.

Slava discusses how his experiments are going, receives instructions from the scientists whose projects he's working on, and exchanges any other information necessary. These comm passes also provides Slava with welcome 10-minute breaks during his work day, giving him a few minutes to fuck his colleague Brian.

After the morning's first comm pass, it's time for breakfast. The three of them eat croissants with ham, cheese and avocado, floating around the galley table in Base Block. Slava may then have a bag of Russian Borscht, and a bag of double Jasmin Tea, both of which Slava "cooks" out of dehydration with hot water, as he does with most of his food.

After breakfast and taking Laika (the Space pitbull) for a space walk, the work day begins. While Brian spends most of their day maintaining Mir's systems, Slava gets to work on experiments. Today's experiments include updating the Space Blog, perparing slavamogutin.com for launch, and taking satellite pictures of sexy earth boys down below.

Having orbited Earth a few more times, it's time to link up with the US Space Shuttle to have dinner with fellow astronauts Robert, Dominic, Nick, Marcelo, Jason, Eli, Tim, Bec, Malcolm, Chistophe, Gio and Billy. Robert makes delicious homo-made pizzas and everyone gets drunk sipping their wine bags.


Then it's back to Mir where Slava and Brian and Laika cuddle up a Space Bag to sleep and dream of tomorrow's new adventures in Space.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLAVA!!!!!!!

Sinus Boys

Breath control boys at the Summertown Institute for Changing Locks Exhortation (SICLE) are demonstrating their renewed faith in remaining unrecognizably sold to stainless steel. No need for tissues this time, these young men are getting older.

The Underground Socialist-Realist Movements

When I was in Moscow I was surprised to see you can drink on the subway, and so I saw a young woman passed out from partying too much, too much coke and slavutitch. Before going home to a filthy overheated apartment where her mother will do her best to ignore her sloppy daughter, drunk again after work, I photographed, the empty bottle planted between her legs, giving her crotch something to grieve over.
I also saw so many hot pussy boys, bars that stay away from these beauty boys, still wide-eyed and interested in heroes. Up and down the escalators they passed, each one undressed my eyes before he passed and was searched for explosive matrioschkas.
I also saw packs of wild dogs, hardly wild, sleeping all days in the underground hallways and accepting handouts from babushkas. But they were beautiful, mostly german shepard types. Just like the Moscow subway itself. Eveyrthing was Stalin driven, and each station is a shinging example of socialist-realist art at its underground best. marble men statues, mosaic boys dancing, and trains every 30 senconds.








**these next pics came from this great site.
The real Stalin is dead corpse further underground than this one.

This young locksmith is on his way to charging 385 times to let himself back into his apartment.

This hot cop copped the wrong feel with his offical buddies and paid for it with his face. and jacket and pants.
To be oar not to be, these hungry boys are ready to ride uptown and remove the stomachs of old babushkas who refuse to feed them coca-cola or swing them at soldiers who won't give them more subway tickets.


Although the accident rate of the moscow subway is very low, people still use their motorcycle helmuts and get up early in the morning.






The best subway I've ever encountered

HAMLETting you play