“Represent! with Moveable Type” eh? Yeah, how can we tell this was done in 2006. “Typepad hollaback!”
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Category Archives: tasteless
National Cleavage Day
That caught your attention, didn’t it?
Well, yesterday really was National Cleavage Day in South Africa, presumably the only podunk nation/state that Wonderbra could talk into this pulchritudinous publicity stunt. Which is not to say we look upon it as a cynically synthetic corporate holiday (although we do) but rather to say we think that Wonderbra is picking a nation that needs all the help it can get, seriously.
When was the last time you heard of a Playboy Bunny from South Africa? Come on, try. And have you eyeballed Winnie Mandela? The woman’s waist outmeasures her boobage by nearly two to one. I know middle-aged basement-dwelling geeks who have three cup sizes on her, and they’re men!
Speaking of which, it’s time to address the sexism inherent in a National Cleavage Day which includes only potential consumers of the Wonderbra. Surely we should, in the name of fairness, open it up to potential consumers of the Brossiere as well. And among those, there is one clear winner.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen and those of both genders who are less than ladylike or gentlemanly, the best chest in the world belongs to one person, and one person only, and that person does not use a Wonderbra.
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Beaver Shots: Wild Road Beaver
Beaver is, of course, the national animal of Canada, and for good reason: who doesn’t like a friendly beaver? Why, there’s nothing so welcoming to travel-weary tourists as the sight of a naked beaver straddling the dotted line in the middle of the highway, greeting the newcomers with what passes for wild abandon here in Canuckistan.
You’ve heard, perhaps, of the Canadian who asked the US border guard to say “Please?” He got pepper sprayed.
And a few years ago there was a lineup at an ATM in Montreal. A Canadian got to the front of the line, got his money from the machine, said “Thank you,” to the machine…
And the American in line behind him beat him up.
A Valentine!
What is it they say? Anything more than a handful is a waste? I’m sure this is what they’re talking about.
Happy Balentines Day!
Stolen from April Winchell, but in the true spirit of raincoaster, from me to you: won’t you be my Balentine?
Happy Balentines Day!
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