Check out this New Yorker getting slapped 100 times by delighted clubgoers. And it's not even a gay club! From Gawker, who have, of course, the perfect headline: Come On, Get Slappy! Is this some kind of fetish, or is the club just really, really harsh?
According to Team America World Police's secret spycam footage, Kim Jong Il is a very ronrey boy. Heading a country of 22 million people, 21.999999 million of whom detest and fear one, must indeed greatly interfere with developing a well-rounded social life.
A commentor on Guido Fawkes' blog notes, however, that Kim's MySpace profile lists 1127 more friends than Dave Cameron's. Boris Johnson is doing rather better, with 533 friends, starting with Thatcher and including some surprising additions.
I note with a measure of patriotic pride that Pierre Trudeau has 1571 friends, beating them all into the dust, despite having been dead for several years. You never lose it, I guess.
"Reason over Passion" that's my motto — It carried me through 16 years as Prime Minister of Canada (from 1968 to 1979 and 1980 to 1984). My Prime Ministership saw Canada become a nation that upholds the values of multiculturalism and billingualism. I brought the constitution back to Canada (so we no longer had to go begging to Britain to amend it) and I brought the the Charter of Rights and Freedoms! What can I say, I was a great Prime Minister – too bad they didn't name the mountain after me but at least I have an airport! And what other Prime Minister chilled with Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono, dated Barbara Striesand, and was chased around by girls? I had Trudeaumania, slid down bannisters, pirouetted behind the Queen of England, and gave the finger to those who pissed me off! So if you like billingualism and multiculturalism and/or are a beautiful woman (especially a celebrity) say hello… but if you're Richard Nixon, Rene Levesque, an Alberta oil baron, or a Quebec seperatist then you'll just see "how far I'll go"
— "Just Watch Me!" —
From Gawker. Not-to-be-missed account of Long Island 
City's seediest strip club.
At that point I had tipped all (six) of the dancers at least $3 each. The Brazilian she-male had been particularly pushy. Finally, Marek returned. "We leave now," he said. "Goodbye!" And then he leaned in and kissed me on the spot on the cheek that one offers when one's suitor is clearly aiming for one's lips. The Northrup Strip to his Space Shuttle Columbia mouth, if you will. Then he and his thugs departed.
J and Lentz were horrified. "You let him kiss you!"
"He offered me several glasses of champipple," I replied feebly. "Moreover, I kept him and his henchmen from strangling all of us. Consider it the ultimate sacrifice."
Is there nothing this woman won't do for friends?
From Fark, perhaps the best videoprank of all time.
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