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She’s got a point

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or two:

Wonderbra is bulletproof!

When fembots run out of bullets they’re still high calibre.

Do the Math

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Now, I don’t know about you, but we at the ol’ raincoaster blog get many, many emails daily. In fact, each of our personalities gets many, many emails daily, some from one another, so the globally-expanding raincoaster email problem is something like the Katamari Damacy of the inbox. This is partly because we are so, so very popular and partly because we superstitiously fear that, if we run out of things to read, the world will end.

And so, so as to save said world because lo, we are softies indeed, we have subscribed to a number of email newsletters. Some, such as everything from the Poynter Institute, are dry enough to take care of those pesky melting ice caps, but some, such at the one I received today, are not.

Those would be the Girly Newsletters. Your Godivas; your Agent Provocateurs.

And today, the Agent Provocateur newsletter contained some enticing sales; indeed, were I possessed of sufficient cash or credit and secure in the expectation of obtaining more of same through, say, employment or something, I would instantly have clicked through and purchased myself a spiffy set of the sexy-yet-not-vulgar Liliana or Francoise without a second thought, but alas, I am not.

Still, what caught my eye was, perhaps, not what would catch yours. Even so, there was one line in the newsletter which, I am sure, will be of as much interest to my readers as to me, regardless of their gender and/or preferences.

The Marilyn. At 70% off.

Marilyn Monroe wouldn't fit in that!

Click through and take a look at the larger image: I dunno for sure, but that looks a HELL of a lot more like 90% off to me!

Today in Assault with an Amusing Weapon News

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It’s been a banner day (or would be, if banners were hung for this and I suppose if they were you’d probably have to call it hanged anyway, at least if you had a pretentious editor you would) for ridiculous weapons around the U. S. of A. which increasingly appears to stand for the Unhinged States of Absurdity, for lo, on one simple, time-wasting cruise through Fark we netted all of the following very ripe fish:

Assault with a deadly gnome.

The gnome, about a foot tall, wore a hat, a blue shirt over a bulging stomach and a wide grin as it sat on a table in open court throughout the two-day trial. Morrison and the weapon were separated by about 2 feet of table, with the gnome facing the defendant.

The Gazpacho Assassin.

Russell Kranz said he begged his wife not to kill him and was struck in the face with large numbers of tomatoes, the complaint stated.

Sheriff’s officers reported tomatoes were crushed “everywhere” in the residence.

and last but not in this ex-barista’s heart least is:

Have Bikini, Will Liquidate.

“He has underwear over his face, he’s wearing hot pink panties now and the underwear that he was wearing is over his face and there’s a little peephole so he can see,” Feddock said.

… They tried to get a look at the man’s license plate, but that too was covered up with women’s underwear.When the man came back a third time one of the baristas took a cup of scolding [sic] hot water and doused him with it.

“Kylie opened the door and threw boiling hot water on his face and his chest and he said oooh yeah,” Feddock said.

Police are seeking a clean, filthy suspect.

the Blogosphere works in mysterious ways

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TIA

Operation Global Media Domination

Indeed, no sooner had I cried to the heavens with wailing and the rending of garments (well, they were slightly torn already, but surely that counts? Like, God wouldn’t be picky about placement in linear time, would he? Ya think a deity doesn’t have better things to do than fart around with continuity details? Puh-leez!) about the loss of my paid gig than the clouds parted (probably accompanied by the Red Sea, but I can’t tell from here…anybody got Google Earth?) the angels sang (NIN’s Year Zero actually; it was lovely) and the mysterious Manolo handed me a sweet and juicy gig that’s probably ultimately going to pay better, take less time, and definitely means I don’t have to read Gizmodo anymore.

It’s a scary, only-virtually hedonistic place in there, Gizmodo: the kind of Xanadu that a Zeta Male imagines is heaven…imagines from the comfort of a Barcalounger in his mom’s basement. IE his mom’s basement, but with more stuff!

Anyway, I lost a job and, true to form, I whined. I mean, if I hadn’t whined you’d have had grounds to send in a missing person’s report, as I’d obviously have been abducted and replaced with some sort of replicant. Some pray, I whine. What can I say? The payout rate is better when I do it my way.

Fun blogging to re-commence in 24 minus n hours!

Which reminds me: for some reason I thought there was an underwear hook on this post…if it re-occurs to me, I’ll make an underwear-related post to explain. Gawd knows what it was, only it had something to do with doctors and Amy Winehouse.

Disney Princes Revealed!

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cross-posted from my parenting blog.
Yes, this is what I put on my mommyblog.
eteraz should just tell everyone he looks like Aladdin;
Islamic relations would take a giant leap forward.

Here’s a little something to sustain the grownup in you through the umpteenth viewing of The Little Mermaid, Pocahontas, or Insert-Kid-Fave-Disney-Flick.

Remember that tip to help nervous people relax and enjoy public speaking? The one where you’re supposed to imagine the audience in their underwear? Well, it works pretty well for Disneyfilms, too, as you will see.

Say why, hello there to Aladdin:

Aladdin

And John Smith from Pocahontas:

John Smith from Pocahontas

both from the extensive gallery of Disney Princes baring it like Beckham
from David Kawena and posted at Zona Erogena
Site is NOT. SAFE. FOR. WORK. (or heterosexual males)

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