It’s pretty much unheard-of that I post a video before I even load it up to watch, but, ladies and gentlemen (and Metro) Mad V is back (from the ashes of corporate sponsorship), with a call to arms!
Or hands, as the case may be!
This is an invitation, to make a stand, to make a statement, to make a difference.
Write something, anything, on your hand and share it with the world.
What will you choose to write?Join in
Be part of something
Post your response now-Closing date 4th Dec 06
Whichever one of you came here through a search for “why michael j. fox pleasures his fans,” you need to talk to me, baby.
What did you hear, when did you hear it, who has he pleasured, and, most importantly, how is he?
< tastelessness > some of us have been looking for a way to combine the perfect man and the perfect vibrator for a very long time < / endtastelessness >
This dude so totally nailed it. Was he blogging at Diary-X, too?
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822
Already this year, Japan‘s embassy in Paris has had to repatriate at least four visitors — including two women who believed their hotel room was being bugged and there was a plot against them…cases include a man convinced he was the French “Sun King”, Louis XIV, and a woman who believed she was being attacked with microwaves…
Ch’yeah, it’s Paris’s fault. Look, I may not be the best example in the world, so don’t look at me (can you believe I just said that?) but lots and lots of people go to Paris every year and don’t end up baying at the moon or invading Russia. It don’t matter what the Journal du Dimanche says, Paris is infuriating, but it does not have quite the same effect as an overnight in Innsmouth. Let’s talk about pre-existing conditions, here.
Around a dozen Japanese tourists a year need psychological treatment after visiting Paris as the reality of unfriendly locals and scruffy streets clashes with their expectations, a newspaper reported on Sunday.
“A third of patients get better immediately, a third suffer relapses and the rest have psychoses,” Yousef Mahmoudia, a psychologist at the Hotel-Dieu hospital, next to Notre Dame cathedral, told the newspaper Journal du Dimanche.
Has anyone considered the possibility that Japan is simply offshoring a lot of unstable people recently?
It is a truth universally aknowledged that a young woman at a writer’s conference in possession of a diaper bag must be in need of a baby…or not.
Regardless of the urgings of one’s practical instincts, a diaper bag cannot adequately substitute for a tote bag at a literary conference.
Baudelaire would not be okay with the Hello Kitty motif; or, rather, he would be, but only after a fatal dose of laudanum. Would Blake, Wordsworth, Shakespeare or even, god forbid, Martin Amis, be okay with the idea that their expensively-Kinko’d handouts were stored in a compartment with both #1 and #2? I ask you, eh?
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