The meme may now be retired; this roundup of decayed lolcat corpses will never be bested. From Heart on a Stick, via Gawker. Warning: NSF Lunch. Or cat people. Is this how god kills a kitten when you…hmmm, much to think on.
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The life of the dog, that is. Ingrid isn’t your average pound pitbull; she’s got a critical circulatory disability which means she needs to be on Viagra for the rest of her life. She’s small, and only four, so figure on a lifespan in excess of twelve years here. And, apparently, only the $10 per pill Viagra will do: no generic Cialis for this chowhound.
“We were really worried she wouldn’t make it,” Stein said during a phone interview with WNBC.com. “There was such a turnaround after or week or so of the Viagra; she just became a new dog. She perked up and was lively, just like any other dog.”
The Adoption Center is now seeking Viagra donations from people in the area to keep Ingrid alive. Stein said the shelter cannot afford to continually pay $10 for each Viagra pill.
“If 200 people could send us just one pill, that would be good for seven months,” Stein said.
Stein said that when Ingrid is adopted, the shelter will provide a lifetime supply of Viagra to the owner.
Seriously, this is some bestiality nut’s dream pet. Can’t wait for the upcoming news reports of what happened the first time the pit bull wasn’t in the mood.
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Our favorite fashion fuggers have delved deeply into the murky waters which are trends and look at what they’ve fished up from the bottom: fishy fashions; Cthulhu couture; R’lyeh wraps. They’re what everyone is wearing to the formal hoe-down at the Esoteric Order of Dagon Hall (no relation to Anthony Michael Hall).
See for yourself, if you dare. Behold John G’halia-no’s wakame sake-inspired Kelp Me, I’m Falling:
And, if you still retain sanity and will, scroll downward to view what every halfbred Deep One will be wearing to her prom, or her Transition, whichever comes first. Behold the Chitin Blossom, from B’hyll Bass.
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You know those books…the For Dummies books. They’re pretty good books, all in all, but every now and again they come out with one that makes you think at least some of their target audience works at their headquarters.
Sex for Dummies.
Think about it. Look around you. I’m not sure where you live, but around these parts the dummies are breeding like rabbits. Even Britney‘s managed to drop a couple of spawn, and she’s just a puppy herself. At this rate by 2020 most of Southern California will be descended from Britney Spears, God help them.
But here’s a fellow who knows his station; ya gotta luv him. Me hearts dumb people who know they’re dumb and who know that’s a bad thing. Don’t give me any of this “Dumb Pride” stuff: that shit is whack. It was Camus, the wise, who said that it was the moral responsibility of the intelligent to oppress the stupid, otherwise the stupid would take over the world. I see some of us have been slacking a bit, and just look how that’s turned out!
But Shiv Charan Yadav knows his place and his duty to the gene pool. He’s sworn not to marry until he’s passed his high school exams. He is now 73 and has just failed his 38th attempt. It’s like poor, sweet, decorative John-John, only more like John-John-John-John-John-John-John-John-John-John-John-John-John- times – 38. Without the looks, money, family, or fame. Or, on the plus side, the pilot’s license.
Shiv Charan Yadav has been taking the exams – normally given to schoolchildren at the age of 15 -every year since 1969, without success. He was in his 30s when he first decided to better himself through education.
This year, he failed everything except Sanskrit, scoring only 103 out of a possible 600 points.
Also, he wants to marry a girl under thirty. Yeah, do you wonder if the papers would happen to be graded by twentysomething local females…it would explain alot.
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I’m really rather surprised I didn’t get Padma Lakshmi’s octoboobies, but I didn’t. I’m also surprised Jessica Simpson is a 34D. She looks much more Russ Myersian than that, you’da thunk.
Also, I should get bonus points; my boobs are free range and organic. Hers are battery boobs, and only guaranteed for ten years, I think. And if you read US you know where they’ve been.
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Who’s Your Celebrity Boob Twin?
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