Why is it that when it’s the government that executes someone,
it is never described as “execution-style?”
But it is called the Executive Branch.
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Category Archives: Crime
50’s redux: Amy Winehouse works it girl-group style
although her backup consists of a costume party themed “Hollywood Hookerdom.” If you replaced the slutteriffic satins and fishnets with torn B.U.M. Equipment sweats and GWG cutoffs, this could be any day in my neighborhood, actually. The girls around here don’t need to try so hard.
I suppose it’s only natural if your video is directed by the equal parts nutty and fabulous David LaChappelle, but seriously, what is it about retro-fab hookers that gay men find so fascinating?
Still: at last a justification for that ridonkulous beehive.
via Perez Hilton whose site loads sooo much better since it got attacked. And yes, that is “Ain’t no mountain high enough” that the song reminds you of. Cuz they stole the melody!
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you say tomato, I say tomahto; you say botox, I say botulinum toxin type A
A doctor in Las Vegas has been arrested for injecting into the faces of his unsuspecting patients a derivative of the deadly botulism toxin.
He has admitted injecting the patients, who came for Botox treatments, with paralyzing shots of botulinum toxin type A instead of the Botox for which they had paid. Sounds like a pretty open-and-shut case, eh?
Except for one thing: Botox is botulinum toxin type A.
It’s just the trademarked version, the brand name version. It is the same exact substance.
So what this case comes down to is, they paid for the paralytic facial neurotoxin version of Louis Vuitton and instead got the paralytic facial neurotoxin Louis Vutton. How embarrassing, to have a knockoff face!
I cynically predict it will not go to court when the patients realize their names will be part of the public record. Charges dropped in exchange for free treatments, you’ll see. Hey, counterfeit youth is addictive, as John Wyndham knew.
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paging Christopher Walken…could Christopher Walken please report to the Walls of Jericho?
Well, now it’s official. Welcome to the End Times.
With musical accompaniment.
Well, it would have musical accompaniment, if the Archangel Gabriel (or Gabe, as we like to call him) hadn’t, in a move startlingly reminiscent of (if not actually plagiarized from) Terry Pratchett‘s scene of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse getting one of their horses stolen and so becoming the Three Horsemen and one Pedestrian of the Apocalypse, actually misplaced his trumpet in Salt Lake City, triggering a terrorist alert.
The bloody Mormons, eh? And here everybody thought it was gonna be the godless atheists that brought this down.
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the joke is on you
He who laughs last, laughs best? As jokes go, this one deserves a place in the history books.
Double murderer Patrick Knight (the Insane Cajun) achieved global fame over the past month for his quest to find the funniest joke in the world and tell it at his own execution. That execution happened last night, and here is the joke:
“I said I was going to tell a joke. Death has set me free. That’s the biggest joke.
I deserve this.”
“And the other joke is that I am not Patrick Bryan Knight and y’all can’t stop this execution now.
Go ahead, I’m finished.”
From the AP via Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
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