Sunday, December 31, 2006

Death Of A Tyrant


"The Tyrant is dead. Long live the Republic"

"Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti
; (April 28, 1937 – December 30, 2006), was the President of Iraq from July 16, 1979 until April 9, 2003, when he was deposed during the 2003 invasion of Iraq. As the leader of Iraq and head of the Baath Party, he promoted secular pan-Arabism, economic modernization, and Arab socialism at the same time that he practiced one-party rule, censorship, and violent repressions, especially against Iraq's Shia, Kurdish and Marsh Arab populations.

As vice president under his cousin, General Ahmed Hassan al-Bakr, Hussein tightly controlled conflict between the government and the armed forces by creating repressive security forces and cementing his own firm authority over the apparatus of government. As president, Hussein ran an authoritarian government and maintained power and stability in the country. During his rule the Iran-Iraq War (1980–1988) and the Gulf War (1991) took place, and his rule was ended by the Iraq war. He repressed movements deemed threatening to the stability of Iraq, particularly those of ethnic or religious groups that sought independence or autonomy along tribal lines. He was and remains a popular hero among many Sunni Iraqis and Arabs for remaining defiant toward Iran, Israel, and the United States and supporting the Palestinian cause. However, he is hated by many Iraqis for the murder of their relatives and loved ones. His execution has been met with a combination of anger and joy.

Hussein's government collapsed as a result of the 2003 invasion of Iraq led by the United States, and he was captured by American forces on December 13, 2003. He was found hiding in a hole in the ground, beneath a small walled compound on a sheep farm near Tikrit, his ancestral town.

On November 5, 2006, Hussein was convicted of crimes against humanity by the Iraq Special Tribunal in a trial many considered fundamentally unfair and was sentenced to death by hanging.

On December 26, 2006, Hussein's appeal was rejected and the death sentence upheld. According to Iraqi television reports, he was hanged in the early morning Baghdad time (06:05 hours locally or 03:05 UTC) on December 30, 2006 in front of a group of official witnesses made up of lawyers, officials, and a doctor.

Ali Al Messedy, Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki's official photographer, filmed the dictator's execution. He told the press of the Sadaam's last moments. On the way to the gallows, according to Ali, "Hussein said, ‘Iraq without me is nothing'." He also reported Saddam's fear.

His final reported words were: "God is great. The true Iraqi nation will be victorious and Palestine is Arab"."




His death came as a shock to alot of people, who had just come back from the Eid prayer and sacrificing the sheep, to be stunned with pictures of the former leader with a noose over his neck. People, regretfully divided over his death, with some calling him the only person able and powerful enough to hold down the bloodthirsty Iraqi people. To those people I say, where was Iraq during the previous 1400 years ? The pinnacle of civilization during the Middle Ages, with people coming from all across the civilized world to the once great cities of Baghdad, al-Basra and al-Kufa for education, trade or just to gaze upon those majestic Islamic cities. Now, and for future generations, they will be remembered as cities where this or that suicide bombing happened, nothing more, nothing less. To others, who thought that he deserved it, well I ain't got no beef with you.

Yet no one is innocent in this great tangled web of ours. Saddam has killed many people, innocent and otherwise. We don't need a court of law to know that he is guilty, guilty and guilty of all that hes has done, and even more hideous and grotesque crimes that none of us know about. Is the unlawful war with Iran which HE started and the invasion of Kuwait not enough ?! He ruled through terror, and an entire generation grew up under him knowing only poverty, fear and death. Countless people have lost family and friends to his Republican Guard, guilty of only speaking out their minds. Don't talk to me about how he's the saviour of the Arab World, the one who was suppose to free Palestine and lead us to victory. He never was that. There is no one coming to save us. There never was anyone coming to save us. Gamal Abdel Nasser is dead, and with him the dream of a United Arab State. Saddam is a murderer, and he deserved what he got.

So this means I support the American invasion of Iraq ? NO. Bush LIED to the world about everything from the start, just to get revenge on the dude who tried to kill his pappy. WMDs, yellow cake uranium, connections to Al-Qaeda, all that jazz....lies. And when he gets there, he suddenly "remembers" that, no !! "I came to free the Iraqi people from the oppression of Saddam !! I will give them DEMOCRACY." Well Mr. Bush, seems that the Iraqi people don't care much for your "DEMOCRACY" But now since that your here, you might as well stay, cus I don't think our friends to the north are doing very well with you around, so imagine how it'll be once you leave ? Wasn't the walk in the park you imagined it to be now was it ? Yeah I think staying is the better option here, even though it won't really make a difference. Everyone has an agenda, and I doubt that everyone is ready to make a list of all his need and send it to Santa. So basically Mr. Bush, you have a full blown civil war on your hands here. Why ? Cus you wanted to be a big man and get the man who caused your pappy so much trouble in the past. This Mr. Bush, is called a quagmire. And you're right smack in the middle of it. Allah y3een el jamee3.

"The Tyrant is dead. Long live the Republic."

Happy Eid ya'll.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Adam Lives In Theory

Adam lives in theory,
Trying to turn stone into bread.
Masquerading like he got it figured out.
Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head.
Leaving his descendants to hope and doubt.
Left to his devices, those worthless sacrifices.
Praying to the alter of his self.
Making pilgrimages, thinking he's religious.
Like he's got all the light, and no one else.

He takes the unsuspected,
Cause he knows they're not connected,
And he shows them how to be just as he is.
Virtually real, and commercially appealed,
To the lust of all the people where he lives.

Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride and greed.
Wanting to be intellectual.
Drifting from the way, she got turned down one day,
And now she thinks that she's bisexual.

Caught up in emotion,
Burning up in her devotion,
To the king of exploitation in the field.
She handed him her virtue,
Cause he told her "I won't hurt you."
So she lay with him to see how good it feels.

Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now ?
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now ?
Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now ?
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now ?

Now after the sensation, and the empty fornication,
She brought affection home into her bed.
Quickly multiplying,
Now the 3 of them are dying,
By the poison she perceived to be good health.
Now Eve and her husband, are perverted in their judgment,
Cause everything appears to be the same.
They entertain suggestion,
Next time just use protection,
Desiring to cover up their shame.

But much to their demise, poor decision closed their eyes,
To the very antidote to their dilemma.
Burning in their lust,
Both of them adulterous.
Destroying the original agenda.
Praying to the sky, in order to maintain a lie,
They exhausted every possible conclusion.
They can't even entertain the solution,
In a brain filled, with vain information and pollution.

Hiding from the truth,
He provided an excuse, to explain away his desperate situation.
When confronted blamed his wife,
Giving birth to carnal life.
Refusing to acknowledge what he done.

Now if we can't agree, with who created us to be,
Who says we're guilty everyone before his eyes.
Making no exceptions, since the day of our conception,
Predisposed to hating truth, and loving lies

Then can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now ?
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now ?
Then can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now ?
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now ?

Stop walking in pride, let the thief be crucified.
Un-learn everything you know, and let him teach you.
Line upon line, precept upon precept, say goodbye,
To this decaying social system.
He wants to know, how far we're willing to go,
If we love him like we say we do,
He will try us.

Just don't regress,
Or slip into hopelessness.
Once he's satisfied his love,
He won't deny us.

And then he'll tell us,
What, what we gonna do now,
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now.

And then he'll tell us,
What, what we gonna do now,
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now.


-Lauryn Hill.


Note : Adam and Eve are meant to convey mankind and womankind, not the first man and woman, but all of humanity.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

TAGS

Tag #1 : Dotsson's (I think) drawing tag. I know that it got to me somehow, but not really up for looking how. Here it is :


What is it you ask ? Well, it's a woman (Girl) with absolutely no soul. Hence the white eyes. And she's evil. Hence the creepy ass smile. Why does her shoulder look like that ? Cus I just broke it.

MOVING ON....


Tag #2 :
The Book Tag, started as far as I know by Fedo.
1) Grab the book nearest to you.
2) Go to Page 123.
3) Scroll down to the fifth sentence.
4) Post the next 3 sentences, the book's name and author and cover.


The Catcher In The Rye- J.D Salinger

"When the got out of school and college, I mean. You figured that most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddamn cars."










Any other tags I was tagged for and didn't know about, let me know.


UPDATE : RAWR ASKED ME TO POST THIS, AND HERE IT IS : THE SOUTH PARKED INSANITY. PHOTO MAY APPEAR DIFFERENT THAN REAL LIFE.


Friday, December 22, 2006

Guess Who's Back ? (No, It's not the Grinch Coming to Steal Christmas. Or Eid. Again. Or Hannukah. Whatever the Hell your Religion is.)

I haven't posted anything here for a month. Now I know that all my fans have been patiently waiting for the least sign on my return. I honestly was thinking about abandoning this blog. Not anymore. The number of people who told me I should come back wasn't that great, but they convinced me. I was also told that one day, I'll be the first in my family to write an actual full lengh novel. While I highly doubt that I will, the person who said that to me meant it, and for that I thank her deeply.

So what was I doin for a whole month and two weeks away you say ? Well, for one I was hooked on Warcrack (Darkspear server, Insaneti, lvl 25 warrior. Look me up.). Also been swamped up to my cerebellum with constant never-ending quizzes, which never seem to stop long enough for us to have a breather only to start up again. I am happy to announce that I am not currently in danger of failing anything, with the exception of Geology, who's teacher is a spiteful dick of man, and who was rewarded for his cruelty toward students with a car accident, and Math, which I have never been very bright in despite my constant attempts at paying attention, which miserably failed. Since then I was forced to get a tutor, who truthfully is a bit creepy. I also got back results from my TOEFL exam : 110/120 !! (Very good for those who are ignorant. About 90% or so.)

I plan on hopefully continuing my education in Britain, home of hot pasty blond chicks (I got a thing for blonds.), bad food, good football (Chelsea !!), expensive shit (35 SR for a pack of cigs !!), and bad teeth. Or Canada, home of hockey, fat horny grizzly bears, shitty ass weather and French speaking people. (I really don't know what Canadians do. Always remember Terrance and Phillip from the South Park movie when I think of em.). Unfortunately, as far as I know, our dear Ministry of Higher Education does not send people to Britain nor Canada for higher studies, instead sends ems to the US and China (China ?! WTF ?! Mn jdhm thol ?!). So if anyone of yalls know someone who knows someone *wink wink* hook me up will you ? Ill probably need all the help I can get. And NO, studying here is NOT AN OPTION, repeat NOT AN OPTION. I'm sorry girls, but if you want me then you'll have to follow me to wherever the hell I'll end up. New Zealand ymkn ?

Yeah I realize this post sucks, but I've been up since 9. Did a dumb 8iyas exam at school, took my mom shopping (Woman amaze me with their energy when shopping. Take her everywhere and she still wants more. Had to literally scream so I can get home.) , and had two sheeshas, so I'm not really in a writing mood. I'll be up and running within a few days. Gotta do all them damn tags. Later.


PS : Thinking of switching to Beta and changing the blog's name. Suggestions ?

UPDATE : THE MINISTRY OF HIGHER EDUCATION WILL START SENDING STUDENTS ON FULLY PAID SCHORLARSHIPS STARTING NEXT YEAR TO THE FOLLOWING COUNTRIES : BRITAIN, CANADA, FRANCE, SPAIN, HOLLAND, ITALY, GERMANY AND AUSTRIA. THEY WILL SEND PEOPLE WHO ARE WILLING TO STUDY MEDICINE, ENGINEERING, ACCOUNTING AND LAW. REJOICE EVERYONE !!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Family Portrait.



Father is Deplorable and Tired.
Son is Proud and Arrogant.
Grandchildren are Uncomfortable and Scared.
Daughter is Ashamed and Remorseful.
Wife is Majestic and Lordly.
This is their Family Portrait.

Song of the Moment
Family Portrait- Pink

Sunday, November 05, 2006

They Said...

"All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not."

" I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

"VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V."

Song of the Moment
Promised Land- The Game

"I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter ?
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter.
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave,
But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage."


Yeah I don't have nothing to write about. Sue me.

Monday, October 30, 2006

The Supposedly "New" Middle East

Before




And After




Click the title for the article. Thoughts, everyone ? Is this for better or worse, and why exactly ? Think it'll happen anytime soon ?


Song of the Moment
Dance with the Devil- Immortal Technique

"I'm falling and I can't turn back....
....I'm falling and I can't turn back"

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Rogue Pirate Ninja FAQ

A Rogue Pirate Ninja is neither a pirate nor a ninja. Being half of each, we are stronger than both. We are also rogue.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not ask questions. We already know the answer. It is kill. It is always kill.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja eats only one thing for breakfast. That thing is fear, with a side of bacon.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja does not drink rum unless it is mixed with the blood of our enemies.

Female Rogue Pirate Ninjas can only have sex with other rogue pirate ninjas. Her pussy would kill a normal man.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not have children. We do however, on occasion, spawn a tiny Satan.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not sleep. We run until we are not tired anymore.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not use weapons. We do our killing the old fashioned way, with our bare hands.

The skull and bones on a Rogue Pirate Ninja’s flag are always real.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja does not get drunk, no matter how much we drink. However, we are always slightly buzzed.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja does not feel remorse. The only remorse felt is by those who cross a Rogue Pirate Ninja.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas believe in a supreme being. This is because we are the supreme beings.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not bleed. We drip motor oil.

Chuck Norris once met a Rogue Pirate Ninja. He wet himself. Twice.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja is not born. We are forged from the bones of the people we killed before we were even created.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja’s ship is made out of blood. It floats out of sheer terror.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja does not cast a shadow; only a trail of dead bodies.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja fears only one thing; that there is no one left to kill.

A Rogue Pirate Ninja never fights one on one. We need multiple enemies to make it worth our while.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not hide our gold. We leave it in plain site. No one touches it.

A Rogue Pirate Ninjas does not cry when a comrade dies. This is because Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not die.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas do not breathe. It makes too much noise.

Rogue Pirate Ninjas only wear one color; darkness.

The sun has never shone on a Rogue Pirate Ninja. This is because we are too quick.

Fire can not hurt a Rogue Pirate Ninja. It can only make the motor oil less cold.


Written by xxoozero.

Song of the Moment
Dead Presidents II- Jay-Z

"I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me."

Monday, October 23, 2006

Well This was an Interesting Couple of Days...

First : Chelsea wupped Barcelona 1-0 in London.

Second : Real Madrid wupped Barcelona 2-0 in Madrid.
(You can tell I'm not really a big Barca fan. In fact, I despise them. Every single blue and red one of them. Maybe it has to do with the fact that everyone I know is a fan of theirs. That leads to repeated taunts and jeers from everyone around me. But we got em good !! In a row !! Long live The Blues and Los Merengues !!!! )

Third : The operation was successful, and she's feeling ok. Doctor says she can leave next week.

Fourth : I'm back to talking to the only girl I ever cared about. We've been through a rough time, but I guess we're finally over it. The past is the past, right ?

Fifth : Today is 3eed, so all the old farts in the family will make themselves useful by giving me shitloads of money. For which I am deeply grateful for. Thank you old farts, for giving me lots of money on which I will use on useless shit that makes me feel better about myself. Your charity is much appreciated.

Sixth : I finally found me a new dealer, so all my hash shortage problems have disappeared. Woohoo !!

Seventh : I shaved my head. Again. For the 2nd time in a year. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I look like a retarded experimental space monkey. Imagine this guy here, but without the hair and with glasses and huge belly, and you'll get the general idea.

Eighth : I haven't studied shit yet. Nothing at all. Keep in mind I am in my senior year, which means I have to study very very much. I haven't even thought about what I want to study in college or where to apply !! I'm thinking psychiatry, but I sure as hell won't be applying here in KSU. London perhaps ?

Ninth : Two and a Half Men is THE funniest show ever. Whoever gets me the first 2 seasons will forever have my eternal gratitude.

Tenth : My wife is going to be a woman who watches, loves and appreciates football and it's little details and intricacies as much as I do. That is my #1 request in a future wife. Ash, you have a very lucky husband. Got a younger sis ?
(This was brought to mind when a cousin of mine started a conversation about who has the best striker. When I previously thought that she doesn't even know the offside rule. Suffice to say, she supprised me mightily.)

Song of the Moment
Just To Get By- Talib Kweli

"This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new and I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smokin, and stop drinkin
And I've been thinkin - I've got my reasons
Just to get by"

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Someone very close and dear to me has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She's having an operation in the hospital tommorow so the doctors can try to remove the tumor. Everyone please pray with me in these final nights of Ramadan so she can make a full recovery Inshalla.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

9 Things Every Evil Villain Needs

1. You need a castle
Preferably one in the mountains of some remote eastern European country. When shopping for a good stronghold, always remember to look for proper dungeon space, good schools, and a self destruct option. A skull on the exterior announcing your evilness to all visitors is optimal. Make sure you opt for full coverage homeowners insurance, as the self destruction option will inevitably be put to use at some time during your career.

2. You need an army of ninjas
A lot of villains overlook this. You must be able to back up your demands with good old fashioned ass kickings, the kind of ass kickings that can only be delivered by roving gangs of rogue ninjas. Make sure you do not hire ninjas without reputable references, as most ninjas on the market nowadays are just out of work pirates in black costumes.

3. You need a laser
No plan for world domination is complete without a laser to point at things. Lesser villains use laser pointers to disrupt movie premiers. Note that this does not count as having a laser. This only counts as being an asshole.

4. You need a video camera
You have to have some way to announce your plans to the world, and by video camera, I don’t mean a ten dollar webcam and YouTube. Don’t be so cheap. The world will never take you seriously, no matter how many ninjas you may have, if you are featured on websites next to the Numa Numa kid.

5. You need a tank of sharks
You do not need any shark food. It is a good idea to store them in what looks like a regular pool so when the hero tries to penetrate your fortress and decides to take a leisurely swim he will get eaten. It may sound ridiculous, but studies show that 90% of all heroes who have attempted infiltration are eaten by sharks while swimming in villain’s pools.

6. You need a British accent
No one quite knows what it is, but there is just something sinister about the way people from Great Britain talk. Just the sound of it inspires thoughts of arrogance and indifference. Skeletor, the greatest villain in history, seems to be the lone exception. He doesn’t even have to talk to be evil.

7. You need a staff of imbeciles
Every villain with any real aspirations of world domination surrounds himself by at least six or seven people who can and most likely will fuck everything up. These people are kept on the payroll to make you look good with the stipulation that they will eventually be killed for their insolence. They understand this when they are hired. The trick is to kill them at the second before they hit the self destruct button prematurely.

8. You need a control room
It has to have a lot of computer stuff in it and some guy who lives there. The guy who lives there has to know everything about everything and advise you in a wise way. Of course, this is advice you piss on every chance you get, but it is always good to have it around to curse when your plans fail.

9. You need a monkey
The reason no villain has ever conquered the world is because he has never had a monkey. It is a proven fact that a man with a monkey can not be defeated. Do not argue this with me. I have a monkey, you can not win.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Argh !! Tagged by Taqo.


Last birthday?
About a week ago. October 5th. Finally turned 17.

Last meal?
Meat kofta for s7oor.

Last spending splurge?
Got a B-day gift for someone, but I don't think they're getting it anymore.

Last time you cried?
No clue.

Last career? Summer job a Jareer Bookstore 2 summers ago. Worked the Arabic books section.

Last website visited?
digg.com

Last person you spoke to? Mother.

Last song you listened to? Seerat el 7ob- Um Kalthoom. Been into the oldies lately.

Last book you read?
Ahhh.....Errrr...Does Maxim magazine count ?

Last TV show watched? Lost season 2 episode 7.

Last person you IM’d?
Ruba dub dub.

Last word you said? "How would you feel about me being a chef ?" *Shoe is thrown at head* "Ouch !! KIDDING !!"

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Musings

* I haven't been online for about a week now. Almost went mad. My dad thought it would be "fun" to deprive me of the net while he went to Mecca. Seeing as that I do nothing else except sit online when staying at home, it wasn't pretty sight.

*I <3 Prison Break. Just finished season one and currently downloading season two. The guy actually commits a crime so he can get into prison to break out his, surprise !!, innocent bro, who's gonna be executed. Best moment : When the fag takes a damn razor to the mob boss's neck. Ha ! Ruined it for you didn't I ? Wonder if Saudi prisons got this much drama.

*Swamped with exams this week. Good thing it's almost over. God I need this coming vacation BAD. Also need extremely large amounts of hash. Thundercat, I'm looking your way. A friend is coming to Shargeeya for a couple of days. Wouldn't be a bad idea to go and say hi. DJ Tiesto having a concert in Bahrain too. Need to check that out. Thundercat, I am totally serious. Get back to me. 18 days of nothing to do. Back in Eden.

* "Have you ever been insulted, and just stood there and thought 'What the hell am I supposed to say to that ?' Trinidadians have that ability, it's second nature to them. They can think of the most creative insults that leave you still trying to firgure out what's going to happen to you. For example - when I was in Trinidad, there were these two guys arguing on the street. The one guy - now think what you would say to this - he goes 'You're gonna get shot with shit, and then arrested for smelling stink !' Isn't that insane ? There isn't just one thing going on here. First you're getting shot. But not with any normal gun - you would need a gun big enough to hold shit. So now you have been shot with shit, and you're covered in it. Then a cop pulls up and arrests you for smelling bad. Can you imagine that ? Do you realise how quick you would have to be to think of that on the spot ?"

------> Russell Peters kicks ass. Buy his new DVD 'Outsourced' Or better yet, download it like I did !! BE A MAN !!

*Best movie ever : Fight Club.

* Tash is making alot of noise this year. I don't remember the last time people got so worked up every day over the latest episodes. It's crazy !! First with the Egypt episode (Which by the by, is completely realistic in every way, from the cabaret [club] to the girls dressing in abayas to get in the hotel), the Lebanon episode (Ga9abi is HILARIOUS), Irhab Academy (People are still mad bout that one), the one where they spilt the town in middle (WAIN EL F7OOLAH ?!), the Da3s and 3arja episode (The first one was pure comedy gold. When they first showed the 3arja clan with the limping camel in the background, I literally farted from laughing.) and today's Bluetooth Scandal (The KSU professor who kicks people out for questioning him is eerily real.)

All they need now is to release everything, from the first season till now, on DVD boxsets. Get with the program !! Commentaries, banned episodes, remastered episodes and the whole shebang !! I would be the first one to shell out some greens for this, IF and only IF they do it the right way. Trust me Tash people, everyone will pay for this. Just do it right.


PS: Anyone know any site where I can download this year's tash ?


Song(s) of the moment
Suicidal Thoughts- Notorious B.I.G
Come Home With Me- Cam'ron

Thursday, September 28, 2006

How to Argue with Females

The Allied Invasion. The Trojan Horse. The Divine Plan. The following strategy puts them all to shame because it defines how to finally defeat the great beast of society: WOMEN.

Arguing with girls, like yoga, is a meaningless and inane exercise. A lot of guys hate doing it, most notably because it never seems like we can win. But you can win. Here's how.

Step 1. Abandon all logic. Girls don't use it, and you certainly shouldn't allow it to handicap you.

Step 2. If you believe strongly in something, do NOT give in to any aspect of it. Compromise is useless against girls, because they will rationalize that if they can get you to concede to one element, they can get you to quit on the whole fuckin' Periodic Table. (Nothing like a little chemistry humor, right?)

Step 3. Don't be afraid to take cheap shots. Ever argue with a girl about something and they randomly insult you with something that has no relevance to the argument? That's their way of trying to wear you down and push you off-topic. Fight fire with fire, I say. Tell her she has a fat ass, small boobs, an ugly face, disorienting facial hair, unwieldy hips, and is a genuinely awful person.

Step 4. Cite precedent. Girls have no concept of historical factors relating to the current situation. Most girls reading this just went over to dictionary.com to see what "precedent" meant.

Step 5. Interrupt her. Don't let her talk. Girls hate that like they hate other girls. It's hilarious, too. They get all frazzled.

Step 6. Don't take her seriously. Laugh at every point she deems serious in nature. Fart, if possible. Derail her emotional train.

Step 7. If the argument escalates, cut off all communication with her. If a girl can't find you, she can't continue arguing about bullshit. Change your phone number, relocate, and get a name change if you must.

Step 8. Don't be fooled by "Let's stop arguing please." That's their way of making you let your guard down, so they can swoop in after you're worn down. Instead, say something like "Yeah, all this being right is exhausting for me." Pisses them off. Just trust me.

Step 9. Compare her unfavorably with another girl. This is especially effective if the comparison is with a girl that they simply abhor. Tell her something like, "Lisa is so much more compassionate than you." Girls hate other girls, like a deer hates a shotgun. And how do you take down a deer? Exactly.

Step 10. Don't be intimidated by the water works. That's their ultimate contingency, knowing that guys can't deal with a crying girl. Stay strong, don't let yourself get emotional, just think of something funny. Replay scenes from "Office Space" in your head if you must.

Step 11. Bust out, "I don't feel like fighting. I've proven my point." Then stop. Leave the argument. It pisses them off because a guy's natural reaction is to resolve, whereas a girl's is to continue forever and ever until the end of time until they hear that they are right. If a guy decides that he is right and won't budge, their whole concept of male-female relations is shot to shit. Again, mind games.

Step 12. Ask her if she's on the rag. Self-explanatory.

Step 13. When all else fails, tell her she's just like her mother. It's an ace-in-the-hole and will emotionally cripple her to such a degree she may even forget her whole argument.

Remember, girls are the less intelligent of the genders. All throughout history men have out-thought, out-invented, and out-created women in every facet of existence. Isn't it about time we won an argument for once? Gentlemen, that time is now.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

There were these two guys in a lunatic asylum. And one night, one night they decide they don't like living in an asylum anymore. They decide they're going to escape !! So they get up onto the roof, and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight... Stretching away to freedom.

Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daredn't make the leap. Y'see... He's afraid of falling.

So then, the first guy has an idea. He says:
"Hey !! I have my flashlight with me ! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and join me !"

But the second guy just shakes his head. He...he says:
"What do you think I am ? Crazy ?! You'd turn it off when I was halfway across !!"

Thursday, September 21, 2006

A Good Hand.

He goes out with his friends and tries to have some fun. No luck.
She keeps sending him messages. Why is she still contacting him ? She left him didn't she ? He stares at the phone in his hand as he reads the latest one.

"I'm sorry. I truly am. You don't know how much you mean to me, but I know we won't last forever. I just didn't want to get hurt later. It would kill me if you don't want to ever talk to me, but I know I deserve it. Again I'm sorry."

He just blanks out..."Come on man !! Keep your mind on the game !! We are losing if you haven't noticed !!"
He looks at the cards in his hand. King and Jack of Spades. He throws them down.
"I'm out guys. I...I need to make a call."

He doesn't hear them shouting behind him. He doesn't hear all the TVs blaring loud obnoxious music. He doesn't hear the cars honking as he crosses the street. He doesn't hear the people talking and laughing around him. He hears...nothing.

"I can't do this anymore and it just hit me... We're over. We have been for a long time. I'm sorry but i can't keep pretend anymore it's getting to me. We don't have that spark anymore. You've been a good boyfriend and thanks for everything."

He starts wandering in his thoughts....He goes back, back a long way in time...

Summer. On a roof. The first time they sat together, each shy of the person in front of him. They try to make conversation, but as it always is in these cases, it's awkward. He starts playing with her hands. She tickles him on the knee. He's stunned by her beauty. She can't believe she's actually meeting him. His friends are waiting for him down in the street. Her friends are waiting in the house on which they're on the roof of. He has to leave, but she doesn't want him to. He tapes a video clip on his cousins phone so he can keep memories of that day forever.

"Hey !! Stop !!"
"No 5ala9 i started it."
"I don't care."
"Haha. Now you look like a ghost."
"What ?! Ma ab'3a no ma ab'3a..."
"Sit down then come on."
"No I don't want to."
"Well, I'm taping this."
"I'm calling mama."
"Ha ! Call her...Hey mama, I'm with my man."
"Oh wait !! Videos make me look fat. Delete that."
"I am not deleting this"
"No walla they make me look fat."
"Well...I'm taping your face only."
"My face is fat so delete it."
"Wha ?! No it's not. It isn't !!.... Done. Happy now ?"

He watches it now, as he does everyday. He remembers her white sweatpants with BABY written across the back. He remembers, another time and place, trying to get her to dance with him at one of her friends houses and her whining about her thighes hurting her.

What does she remember, he wonders ? What memories of him does she always think of ? The many fights they had maybe ? Nights they spent texting till the sun came out ? When he gave her his favorite jersey ? Or maybe when she jumps and pecks him on the lips right before he leaves ?

It wasn't always good. He cheated on her and she did the same. He regretted that he did, but did she ? Did she ever care ? She got mad at him for talking to her cousin for crying out loud !! Was it guilt talking ? He doesn't know. She hates his guts now, even with all the sweet words she says, but he knows. He knows her. Better than she knows herself. She despises him. She wants them to still talk, still be friends, and he refused. It's too hard on him. But she doesn't get that, and she hates him for it. Maybe she doesn't know what to do, so she uses hate for an excuse. The girl that never lets other guys get to her, and he got through.


No more. No more. She left so stop thinking about her. STOP. At that moment, he deleted everything. All her numbers, all her messages, all her pictures. He has to move on with his life. But he keeps the video. He wants to remember that time. When he felt on top of the world. Forgive but never forget they say. He walks back to his friends and their card game. Maybe this time, he'll get a good hand. You never know.






Dedicated to someone who I promised to publish this for. See ? I'm a man of my word.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Quotable Quotes.

I don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die.

God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to run one at a time.

No radical change on the plane of history is possible without crime.

All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.


Alright. Well, in all honesty, I don't feel that what I've done is a crime. And I think it's illogical and irresponsible for you to sentence me to prison. Because, when you think about it, what did I really do? I crossed an imaginary line with a bunch of plants. I mean, you say I'm an outlaw, you say I'm a thief, but where's the Christmas dinner for the people on relief? Huh? You say you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong, to gather flowers constantly whether you are right or wrong, someone to open each and every door, but it ain't me, babe, huh? No, no, no, it ain't me, babe. It ain't me you're looking for, babe. You follow ?

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

Freedom, baby... is never having to say you're sorry.

The only difference between the Sane and the Insane, in this world, is the Sane have the power to have the Insane locked up.

Cocaine addiction is God's way of saying you make too much money.

In a game of chess you can never let your opponent see your pieces.

If there's an alien out there I can't kill, I haven't met him and killed him yet.

How many times do you get to lie before you are a liar ?

Pessimist's definition of an Optimist: Someone who knows today is so bad, tomorrow has just got to be better.

A right is not what someone gives you; it's what no one can take from you.

All that is necessary for evil to succeed is that good men do nothing.

First they put away the dealers, then they put away the prostitutes, then they shooed away the bums, and beat and bashed the queers. Turned away asylum seekers, fed us suspicions and fears. We didn't raise our voice, we didn't make a fuss, it's funny there was no one left to notice when they came for us.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Remembering...

Some things are beyond words.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond forgivness.
Peaple ask : "Where were you ?! How could you let this happen ?!"

How do you say we didn't know? We couldn't know.
We couldn't imagine.

Only madmen could contain the thought, execute the act, fly the planes.
The sane world will always be vulnerable to Madmen, because we cannot go where they go to conceive of such things.
We could not see it coming.
We could not be here before it happened.
We could not stop it.
But we are here now.

Even those we thought are enemies are here.
Because some surpass rivalries and borders.
Because the story of humanity is written not in towers but in tears.
In the common coin of blood and bone.
In the voice that speaks within even the worst of us and says THIS IS NOT RIGHT.
Because even the worst of us, however scarred, are still human.
Still Feel.
Still mourn the random death of innocents.



Ordinary men.
Ordinary women.
Made extraordinary by acts of compassion.
And courage.
And terrible sacrifice.

Ordinary men.
Ordinary women.
Refusing to surrender.

Ordinary men.
Ordinary women.
Refusing to accept the self-serving proclamations of holy warriors of every stripe, who annonce that somehow we had this coming.
We reject them both in the knowledge that our tragedy is greater than the sum of our trangressions.

Bodies in freefall in the evening news.
Madness in mosques, shouting down fourteen centuries of earnest prayers, forgetting the lessons of crusades past....that the most harmed are the least deserving.

There are no words.
There are no words.
The death of innocents and the death of innocence.
Rage compounded upon rage. Rage enough to blot out the sun.


What do we tell the chidren?
Do we tell them that evil is a foreign face?
No. The evil is the thought behind the face, and it can look just like yours.
Do we tell them evil is tangible, with defined borders and names and geometries?
No. They will have nightmares enough.

Perhaps we tell them that we are sorry.
Sorry that we were not able to deliver unto them the world we wished them to have.
That our eagerness to shout is not the equal of our willingness to listen.
That the burdens of distant people are the responsibility of all men and women of conscience or their burdens will one day become our tragedy.
Or perhaps we simply tell them that we love them, and that we will protect them.
That we would give our lives for theirs and do it gladly, so great is the burden of our love.

In a universe of Gameboys and DVDs, it is, perhaps, an insubstantial gift.
But it is the only one that will wash away the tears and knit the wounds and make the world a sane place to live in.

We could not see it coming.
No one could.
We could not stop it.
No one could.
But we are here. Now. With you.
Today. Tommorow. And the day after.
We live in each blow you strike for infinite justice, but always in the hope of infinite wisdom.
Because we live as well in the quiet turning of your considered conscience.
The voice that says ALL WARS HAVE INNOCENTS.
The voice that says YOU ARE A KIND AND MERCIFUL PEOPLE.
The voice that says DO NOT DO AS THEY DO, OR THE WAR IS LOST BEFORE IT IS EVEN BEGUN.
Do not let that knowledge be washed away in blood.

When you move, we will move with you.
Where you go,we will go with you.
Where you are, we are in you.
Because the future belongs to ordinary men and ordinary women, and that future must be built free of such acts as these, must be fought for and renewed like fresh water.
Because a message must be sent to those who mistake compassion for weakness.
A message sent across six thousand years of recorded blood and struggle.
And the message is this:
Whatever our history, whatever the root of our surnames, we remain a good and decent people, and we do not bow down and we do not give up.
The fire of the human spirit cannot be quenched by bomb blasts and body counts.
Cannot be intimidated forever into silence or drowned by tears.
We have endured worse before; we will bear this burden and all that come hereafter, because that is what ordinary men and women do.
No matter what.
This has not weakened us.
It has only made us stronger.

In recent years we as a people have been tribalized and factionalized by a thousand casual undkindnesses.
But in this we are one.
Flags sprout in uncommon places, the ground made fertile by tears and shared resolve.
We have become one in our grief.
We are now one in our determination.
One as we recover.
One as we rebuild.

You wanted to send a message, and in so doing you awakened us from our self-involvement.
Message Received.
Look for your reply in the thunder.
In such days as these are heroes born.
The true heroes of the twenty-first century.
You, the human being singular.
You, who are nobler than you know and stronger than you think.
You, the true heroes of this chosen moment, chosen out of history.

We stand blinded by the light of your unbroken will.
Before that light, no darkness can prevail.
They knocked down two tall towers.
In their memory, draft a covenant with your conscience, that we will create a world in which such things need not occur.
A world which will not require apologies to children, but also a world whose roads are not paved with the husks of their inalienable rights.
They knocked down two tall towers.
Graft now their echo onto your spine, become girders and glass, stone and steel, so that when the world sees you, it sees them.
And stand tall.
Stand tall.
Stand tall.

--J. Michael Straczynski

Friday, September 08, 2006

Dating Rituals From Around The World.

AMERICAN WHITE WOMEN:

First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.

Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.

Third date: You get to have sex but only in the missionary position.



IRISH WOMEN:

First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.

Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.

20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex.



ITALIAN WOMEN:

First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant.

Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti & meatballs.

Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you & insists on a 3-carat ring.

5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together & hate the thought of having sex.

6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.



JEWISH WOMEN:

First Date: You get terrific head.

Second Date: You get even more great head.

Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her and never get head again.



CHINESE WOMEN:

First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens.

Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens again.

Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you've already realized nothing is ever going to happen.



INDIAN WOMEN:

First date: Meet her parents.

Second date: Set the date of the wedding.

Third date: Wedding night.



AMERICAN BLACK WOMEN:

First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner.

Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner.

Third Date: You get to pay her rent.

Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than you.



MEXICAN WOMEN:

First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and have sex in the back of her car.

Second Date: She's pregnant.

Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, his girlfriend, her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her father's girlfriend's mother, her two cousins, her sister's boyfriend and his three kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the Tijuana strip.



ARAB WOMEN:

First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends and entire Arab community finds out.

Second Date: Guy is shot dead.

No third date.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

She is a woman

So damning, yet so wonderful
So confusing, yet so desirable...

If you kiss her, you are not a gentleman
If you don't, you are not a man

If you praise her, she thinks you are lying
If you don't, you are good for nothing

If you agree to all her likes, you are a wimp
If you don't, you are not understanding

If you visit her often, she thinks it is boring
If you don't, she accuses you of double-crossing

If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy
If you don't, you are a dull boy

If you are jealous, she says it's bad
If you don't, she thinks you do not love her

If you attempt a romance, she says you didn't respect her
If you don't, she thinks you do not like her

If you are a minute late, she complains it's hard to wait
If she is late, she says that's a girl's way

If you visit another man, you're not putting in "quality time"
If she is visited by another woman, "oh it's natural, we are girls"

If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold
If you kiss her often, she yells that you are taking advantage

If you fail to help her in crossing the street, you lack ethics
If you do, she thinks it's just one of men's tactics for seduction

If you stare at another woman, she accuses you of flirting
If she is stared by other men, she says that they are just admiring

If you talk, she wants you to listen
If you listen, she wants you to talk

In short:
So simple, yet so complex
So weak, yet so powerful
So damning, yet so wonderful
So confusing, yet so desirable...


Truer words have never been said.

Friday, September 01, 2006

TIC TOC

What is TIC TOC you ask ? Well, It's my latest and first story which can be found here.

Written by !n$@n!tY.
Edited by Sweet Anger.
Found on the United Ash and Bored Productions site.

Comments be appreciated here and there.

213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the U.S. Army

This is HI-FUCKING-LARIOUS. It's a pretty long list, so I'm just gonna the ones I like. Yeah me. Its my blog and I'll post whatever i want.

"Once upon a time, there was a SPC Schwarz stationed with the Army in the Balkans. SPC Schwarz was either very clever or very bored; but probably both, since he managed to attempt or be warned about 213 things he wasn't allowed to do.

2. My proper military title is 'Specialist Schwarz' not 'Princess Anastasia'.
(Princess Anastacia ? Where'd that come from.)

3. Not allowed to threaten anyone with black magic.
(I shall curse you to be forever a toad. Or a girl who never stops PMSing. Take your pick. Toad you say ?)

4. Not allowed to challenge anyone's disbelief of black magic by asking for hair.

7. Not allowed to add 'In accordance with the prophesy' to the end of answers I give to a question an officer asks me.
(That'll piss off anyone.)

10. Not allowed to purchase anyone's soul on Government time.
(What the....Whatever this guy smoked, I want some.)

16. Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my 'Samson like powers'.
(Samson was a huge dude who got his powers from his hair till his bitch cut it all off when he came back from drinking late one night.)

17. God may not contradict any of my orders.
(Of course he can !! He's God !!)

18. May no longer perform my now (in)famous 'Barbie Girl Dance' while on duty.
(Sounds like a site to see.)

23. Must never ask anyone who outranks me if they've been smoking crack.
(LOL....Should try that on Nazeeh..)

25. Never confuse a Dutch soldier for a French one.
(What happens when you do confuse them ? The French starts crying; the Dutch just lights a doobie.)

29. The Irish MPs are not after 'Me frosted lucky charms'.
(LOL)

30. Not allowed to wake an Non-Commissioned Officer by repeatedly banging on the head with a bag of trash.
(OUCH.)

31. Not allowed to let sock puppets take responsibility for any of my actions.

32. Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post.

39. Not allowed to ask for the day off due to religious purposes, on the basis that the world is going to end, more than once.

40. I do not have super-powers.
(No you don't.)

42. Not allowed to attempt to appeal to mankind's baser instincts in recruitment posters.
(PORN !!!)

43. Camouflage body paint is not a uniform.
(NAKEDNESS !!!)

49. Not allowed to trade military equipment for 'magic beans'.

57. The proper response to a lawful order is not 'Why?'
(Mlakka3...)

60. 'The Giant Space Ants' are not at the top of my chain of command.

65. There are no evil clowns living under my bed.

77. The MP checkpoint is not an Imperial Stormtrooper roadblock, so I should not tell them "You don't need to see my identification, these are not the droids you are looking for."
(STAR WARS !!! LONG LIVE GEEKY FANS LIKE MYSELF !!!)

80. Not allowed to wear a dress to any army functions.
(So now you're a crossdresser ? Moo nag9k ya shai5...)

87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it.
(Probably the best rule here.)

91. I am not authorized to initiate Jihad.
(Why not ?)

94. Crucifixes do not ward off officers, and I should not test that.

128. "Shpadoinkle" is not a real word.
(Shpadoinkle : Can be used in replacement of any adjective or in the expletive; This word can be substituted for nearly any other word. Example : "I think he forgot to wash his hands after he played around with his shpadoinkle.")

145. I should not drink three quarts of blue food coloring before a urine test.
(AAAA !!!! I'M PISSING BLUE STUFF !!!! AAAAAA !!!!)

146. Nor should I drink three quarts of red food coloring, and scream during the same.
(AAAAA !!!! I'M PISSING RED STUFF THAT'S PROBABLY BLOOD !!!! AAAAA !!!!)

158. The revolution is not now.
(Ajal mta ?)

165. I do not get 'that time of month'.

166. No, the pants are not optional.
(Sir, can I report in my heart covered boxers ?)

175. We do not 'charge into battle, naked, like the Celts'.
(They can take our lives, but they can never take away our FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOM !!!)

191. Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.
(TRANSFORMERS !!!)

Sunday, August 27, 2006

NIPPLES !!!

Nipples : "Strange tasting and textured breast protudence that has incredible elasticity. When placed between teeth and pulled until it is about to pop off, will result in your woman asking for more."

NIPPLES.


Sounds fun huh ?! Say it with me. N-I-P-P-L-E-S. Sounds good. Sounds fun. They are fun !! Nipples are THE funnest thing ever. Funner than even Tennis Balls !! Imagine you walking around with no Nipples whatsoever. Sex would be boring, cus with Nipples, come Tits, which always rock no matter what. See-through shirts would be worthless. No such thing as wet t-shirt contests. There would no need for any bikinis anymore. You'd just be walking around with a chest as flat as your ass. Horrible. Thats why Barbie and Ken suck so much.. THEY HAVE NO NIPPLES !!! I don't how they lived with themselves. I personally, would have killed myself.


No Nipples. Disgusting and Horrifying.



As the great Howard Hughes once said : "Sure. Who doesn't like tits ?"

In the 50s, they used to have nipplectomy. Many men found Nipples "disturbing". They were too much fun. Tits, as a word, is worse. Tits. It's final. But Nipples...keeps bouncing back and forth. I's gots nipples, yous gots Nipples, everyones gots Nipples.

Plus, they have lots of uses !! Breastfeeding babies, milk from cows, breastfeeding guys, breastfeeding girls, err.....umm....cleavage and ahh......oh and piercings !!

A Nipple, of a hairy man, which is pierced with an 8ga curved barbell, through the middle of the Nipple.

For the ignorant, Nipples come in many shapes and forms. Big and small, light brown and dark brown, two or three, milky or milkless, etc...

For more info, check the words here, here, and here.

And always remember, Nipples are supposed to be for everybody !! So if you're a girl, then take your shirt off, and strut your thang ! Guys, keep your shirts on please. No one wants to see your Nipples. Trust me they don't look good.

NOTICE : FEMALE NIPPLES WERE NOT PLACED IN THIS ARTICLE FOR FEAR OF BEING BLOCKED, GETTING MY ASS KICKED BY NUMEROUS GIRLS AND GETTING PUSSYWHIPPED BY A CERTAIN POOPSIE WHO THINKS WATCHING PORN IS WRONG. IF YOU ARE A GIRL AND CURIOUS ABOUT HOW GIRLS NIPPLES LOOK LIKE, YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY BLOND AND SHOULD BE PUT DOWN AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. IF YOU ARE STILL CURIOUS, TAKE YOUR BRA OFF YOU DUMBASS. IF YOU ARE A GUY AND CURIOUS ABOUT HOW GIRLS NIPPLES LOOK LIKE, YOU ARE A POOR, SAD EXCUSE FOR A MAN. GO WATCH A PORN MOVIE OR SOMETHING. I HIGHLY RECOMEND THE PARIS HILTON ONE. SHE GOT GREAT TITS. AND......YEAH THAT'S ALL.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Fedo, Mi Amigo...

...Never ever call me, or my girls, liars ever again.




Bella and Doomy's email.



And Monz email.


Ball's in your field boyo.


(for the confused and lost going WTF, check the comments on the last post)

Sunday, August 13, 2006

I (Heart) Airheads and Bimbos.




Summer of 2006. A time that will forever live in infamy in the records of Saudi blogs. For the ignorant, it was a time of fear. A time of discord. And a time for discovering. Prominent blogs were silenced for no reason, others just.....disappeared into thin air (Farah where you at babe ?!). But this summer, will be remembered mostly for one event only : The Great Airhead Debate. A battle that was started at first by popular blogger Fedo's post, swiftly followed up by another airhead related post by blogger Dottson. The first shots were fired in the battle of sexes. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, came this :

Funny, in a despicable sort of way. The so-called "Airheads" didn't stay silent however, led by Mona "The Flower of the Kitchen" and the seductively deadly Brazilian Bella, coming up with a one two punch aimed at the newly christened "Attention Whores".
I'm sure that this fight is not over yet ladies and gentleman. Who will have the last laugh ? We'll just to wait and see !!

A suggestion, if I may ladies : I think you should combat hate and haters everywhere, while spreading your message of love and fashion everywhere !! How could you do that you ask ? Why, by starting your very own group !! Society Of Saudi Airheads and Bimbos. SOSAB. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think ? In the spirit of good, clean, heterosexual fun, I also suggest that these ladies be your official mascot :

I would have the pleasure of playing the part of Professor Utonium, while Buttercup is Mona, defined by her tomboish demenor, bitchy attitude and conversations about her shit. Bubbles is Bella, defined by her innocence, beauty and carelessness. Blossom ladies, is up for grabs. Anyone wanting to represent her is welcome to leave their qualities and why they want that role in the comments.

As the great Jay-Z once said :

"I got this young chick, she so immature
She like "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show-out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holler.....

I got this model chick that don't cook or clean,
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean,
Only thing wrong wit' ma, she's always on the scene.
Goddamn, she fine, but she parties all the time."

Be she airhead or bimbo, blonde or brunette, dumb or stupid, I love all ya'll girls. It is a man's world, but it ain't worth nothing without a woman or a girl.


NOTICE : THIS POST IS NOT MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE. SCRATH THAT, I WANTED TO OFFEND AS MANY GIRLS AS POSSIBLE. MOST WON'T EVEN FIND IT FUNNY. BUT I DO. AT LEAST WHEN I WROTE IT, IT WAS FUNNY. HAHAHA. IF YOU WERE OFFENDED BY THIS POST IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM, THEN YOU GO ON AND TELL THE WORLD WHAT A COLD HEARTED ASSHOLE WHO EATS BABIES AND BATHES IN THE BLOOD OF VIRGINS I AM. I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU SAY OR THINK ABOUT ME. I REALLY DON'T. I WILL NOT SEND YOU EMAILS WITH EMPTY THREATS, AND I WILL NOT BLOCK YOU FROM COMMENTING, LIKE SOME HAVE ALREADY DID. BUT I DO LOVE AIRHEADS. AND BIMBOS. AND ATTENTION WHORES. IN FACT, WHY DONT WE ALL HAVE ONE BIG ORGY SO WE CAN SHARE THE LOVE ? THINK ABOUT IT AND LET ME KNOW. THANK FOR VISITING MY LOVING BLOG. PLEASE COME AGAIN. BTW I'M STILL ON VACATION. OK I'LL GO NOW. BYE.

Monday, August 07, 2006

I'm in Egypt...

...and bored out my skull. Just saw Superman Returns. If you haven't seen it, then do it. Waiting for some jackasses to pick me up. If anyone wants to meet up (which I highly doubt anyone does) let me know. Dont expect any updates till I come back. I know it's hard, but you'll just have to live without me for a while. Don't worry, you'll get through it. CIOA

Saturday, August 05, 2006

A Modern Man.

I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke free. A diversified multicultural post-modern deconstructionest, politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced and know the upside of downsizing and know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech lowlife, a cutting-edge state of the art bi-coastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave, but I'm old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hotwired, heat-seeking warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and bio-degradable. I interface on my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive and I'm hyperactive and, from time to time, I'm radioactive.

Behind the 8-ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging a bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top and under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile medium range ballistic missionary, a smart bomb, a top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing big foot, slam dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic, out of rehab, and IN DENIAL.

I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, cus I'm tireless and I'm wireless. I'm an alpha male on beta-blockers. I'm a non believer and an overachiever, laid back but fashion forward, upfront, down home, low rent and high maintenance. Supersize, long-lasting, high definition, fast-acting, oven ready and built to last. I'm a loose knee jerk headcase, prematurely post-traumatic and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling, I'm caring, a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary care giver. My output is down, but my income is up, I take a short position on a long bond, and my revenue stream has it's own cashflow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports. I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex, I like tough love. I use the F word in my email, and the software on my harddrive is hardcore, no softporn !! I bought a microwave at a mini mall, I bought a minivan at a megastore, I eat fast food in the slow lane, I'm tollfree, bitesize, ready to wear and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, postal dated, freeze-dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed and I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean, cocked locked and ready to rock, rough tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride, driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, wailing and winning. I don't snooze, so I don't lose, I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road, I party hardy, and lunchtime is crunchtime. I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt, and I'm hanging tough, Over and Out.

-George Carlin.
Sa2alooni el nas,
3annak ya 7abeeby,
Kataboo el makateeb,
W a5ath'ha el hawa,
Bi3z 3alay,
'3ani ya 7abeeby,
La awal marra,
Ma bnkoon sawa....

Sa2alooni el nas,
3annak ya 7abeeby,
Kataboo el makateeb,
W a5ath'ha el hawa,
Be 3z 3alay,
'3ani ya 7abeeby,
La awal marra,
Ma bnkoon sawa....

Sa2alooni el nas,
3annak sa2alooni,
Eltilhm raje3,
2oo3a tloomoony,

Sa2alooni el nas,
3annak sa2alooni,
Eltilhm raje3,
2oo3a tloomoony,

'3am6t 3yooni ya 5awfi el nas,
Shoofoo kam 5abaa b3yooni,

Hab el hawa w bakkani el hawaa,
La awal marra,
Ma bnkoon sawa...


Sa2alooni el nas,
3annak ya 7abeeby,
Kataboo el makateeb,
W a5ath'ha el hawa,
Bi3z 3alay,
'3ani ya 7abeeby,
La awal marra,
Ma bnkoon sawa....

Thursday, August 03, 2006

28 Rules of Manhood.

1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
(c) After wrecking your boss’s car.
(d) One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into “The Crying Game”.
(e) When she is using her teeth.

3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.

4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5: If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.

6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy’s choice.

8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.

10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.

11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach… and it’s delivered by a topless model and only when it’s free.

12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

13: Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.

14: Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

15: If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.

16: Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.

19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.

20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.

21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting
weights:
a) Yeah, Baby, Push it!
b) C’mon, give me one more! Harder!
c) Another set and we can hit the showers!

22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing:
i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone.
Hang up if necessary.

24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly “just a friend”
have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was.

25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.

26: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.

27: The girl who replies to the question “What do you want for Christmas?” with “If you loved me, you’d know what I want!” gets an Xbox. End of story.

28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever. We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:
“GUTS” is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, “are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?”
“BALLS” is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, “You’re next!”


Thank you so much for this, Mr. Dean Hunt.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Why Languish in the Shadow of An Ideal We Cannot Personify ? Be You And Only You.



"Die flagge basiert auf dem humanistischen grundgedanken von frieden und einheit aller volker . Sie ist eine auseinandersetzung mit dem erbe aller deutschen generationen nach dem 2 weltkrieg"

"Those fly a flag based on the human basic idea of peace and unity of all people. It is an argument which all German generations after the 2nd World War inherit."

If anybody got a better translation, let me know.

Found this on the Berlin Wall, East Side Gallery

Friday, July 28, 2006

Things NOT to say DURING sex.

*I have to poop.
*Smile for the camera !
*Get off me, I'll do it myself !!
*This is your first time...right ?
*Your almost as good as my ex !
*When is this supposed to feel good ?
*I thought YOU had the keys to the handcuffs !
*I was so horny tonight I would have taken a sheep home.
*Keep it down. My mother is a light sleeper.
*Hey ! My friends were right ! You DO suck !
*On second thought, let's turn the lights off.
*I'm sobering up and your getting ugly !
*But everybody looks funny naked !
*Do I have to pay for this ?
*No ! You're too fat to be on top...You'd kill me !!
*Actually, your sister 'likes' it like this.
*What's your name again ?
*Hold on, let me change the channel.
*It's nice being in bed with someone I don't have to inflate.
*Uhhhh.......I think the condom broke 10 minuts ago.

Another bout of randomness.


Gold Digger
: Like a hooker... Just smarter.
Beer : Helping white guys dance since 1842, and helping ugly people have sex since 1862 !!
Homies : Getting your back since 1972.
Pimpin' : Ho sale since 1869.
Marijuana : It's a special kind of stupid.

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Men : No shirt no service.
Women : No shirt free drinks.

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Our aim is to keep this bathroom clean


Gentlemen : Your aim will help. Stand closer; it's shorter than you think.
Ladies : Please remain seated for the entire performance.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

BACK WITH PICS

These are for this post. Enjoy.















Argh !! Tagged by Mamacita (Again), Taq and.....That's it.

Time started: 2:37 A.M

1. Male friend: Lots.
2. Female friend: Also lots.
3. Vacation: Berlin 2006.....daaaaaaaamn that was a good time.

Worst:
1. Time of day: As soon as i wake up.
2. Day of the week: Easily Friday...its just so depressing.
3. Color crayon: Uhhh....what ?

Last:
1. Person you talked to that goes/went to your school: Hajoos.
2. Talked to on the phone: 5aleefa.
3. Text: Dont remember.
4. Person you instant messaged: 3asaf.

Today:
1. What are you doing now: Doin this thing + looking for torrents.
2. Wearing: adidas white polo shirt + black ecko shorts.

Tomorrow:
1. Is: Wednesday.
2. Got any plans: I'm going out in a bit...meet some people =D
3. Goal: ........having fun ?
4. Dislikes about tomorrow: Waking up.

Favorite:
1. Number: 5
2. Song: currently : 1970 summin- biggie feat the game.
3. Color: black + white.

Currently:
1. Missing Someone: Poopsie.
2. Mood: Bored.
3. Wanting: To go back to berlin.

True/False:
I am a cuddler: If it leads to sex then why not. =p
I am a morning person: Nop.
I am a perfectionist: Sloppiest person you will ever meet.
I am an only child: Nope.
I am currently in my pajamas: Nope.
I am currently pregnant: Yeah sure why not.
I am currently suffering from a broken heart: Nop.
I am left handed: Right handed.
I am addicted to Blogging: Kinda.
I am online 24/7: Nop.
I am very shy around the opposite gender: hehehe...NO.
I can be paranoid at times: LOL i do get that mood sometimes.
I currently have a crush on someone: Yeah...kinda childish isn't it ?
I currently regret something that I have done: Uhhhh.....dont think so.
I enjoy country music: Never really heard any.
I enjoy smoothies: ??
I enjoy talking on the phone: I prefer face to face meetings.
I have a hard time paying attention at school/work: el nom 9ul6an.
I have a hidden talent: i have a REALLY hard head...you gonna have to work to get me wasted.
I have a lot to learn: Sure.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: who doesn't ?

Anger:

1. Are you currently mad at someone? Nah.
2. Which of your friends has the worst temper? 7maid and 3asaf.
3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone? LOL too much to count.
5. When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream? Depends on who and where.

Excitement:
1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you? No =(
2. Are you easily excited? Yeah...not a good thing.
3. What are you most excited about? Getting my stupid license.
4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought? IM RICH BIATCH !!!
5. If you could have anything right now what would it be? Some grass.

Self-Discovery:
1. Name: !n$@n!tY, Elmo, Moe, Tooth Fairy, Shamoos, Butcher.
2. Where were you born? Riyo.
3. What’s your main goal in life? To get as far away from here as possible.
.4. How do you want to die? Surrounded by friends and family.

Opinions:
1. Sex before marriage? YES.
2. Gay Marriage? Don't really give a shit.
3. Lower the Drinking age? We don't really hace a drinking age here...If you can get it, then you can drink it.
4. Recycling? Whazzat ?

Dreams:
1. What was your latest dream? Don't really remember.
2. Have any of your dreams come true? Yeah...deja vue.
3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? I was in a friggin huricane in china holdin a Quran. =S

Love-Life:
1. Straight, Gay, Bi? Straight as an arrow.
2. Do you have a bf/gf? Yup.
3. Do you have a crush? We answered this.
4.How many beds did you lay in yesterday? Yesterday 1, before that 3 =D
5.What color shirt are you wearing? White.
6.Name one thing that you do everyday? Wake up, shit and eat.
7.What color are your walls? Beige ?
8.How much cash do you have on you right now? Bout 800 R
9.I can’t wait till? August 21
10.When was the last time you saw your dad? This morning.
11.What did you have for dinner last night? Nothing.
12.What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone? 7maid's carpet blue shirt.
13.What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? Me fav blogs.
14.Does anything hurt on your body right now? Not now no.

Have You Ever:
1. Have you ever failed a class? Nop....almost did though.
2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd? I don't exactly have the best voice.
3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days? NO.
4. Have you ever slept with a night light? Yup
5. Have you ever danced in the rain? Once or twice.
6. Have you ever lied? LOL......what ? no no never did -----> a lie.
7. Have you ever had contacts? Tried to put them on once...almost blinded myself.
8. Have you ever tripped over something stupid? Walked into glass doors many, many times.

Pick One:
1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab: WTF is a pakora ?!
2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood: Hollywood.
3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage: Love.
4. Honeymoon, no moon: Honeymoon.
5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+: Doesn't really matter.
6.Kulfi, Ice cream: WTF is a kulfi ?!
7. Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom : That's just a gay q.
8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower: .......................what ?
9. Lahore, Khi, Islambad: ENOUGH WITH THE STUPID Q'S !!!


Time finished 3:17 A.M