Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Never Again
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'Mada' is also a Japanese word meaning, 'Not yet.'
I'm off to a slow start, probably due to sleep dep and low blood sugar. Alcohol can't make up for it. On my second beer now (1716), following a shot of Canadian Mist. Linkdump time:
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Five ways to hack your brain into awesomness. Hmmm!
Information, please. Beautiful.
Why we need Government-run Universal Socialized Health Insurance.
Doctor Dean Edel on 'Operation Abraham.' Scroll up.
A message to intact males.
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Beer #3 @1748. Sip.
And Doctor Oz has done it again, focusing this time on female sexual disfunction. He chose a handsome young couple who had the problem. He wants to fuck; she doesn't: What is her problem?!
First he tried 'hormones.' She might have a 'deficiency.' Eheh, sure.
Or maybe she had a 'stress problem?' Yeah, right.
Ok, How 'bout a body image problem?! Sheeeit. I'd fuck her is a New York Second!
It was at that point that the good (for nothing?) doctor advanced the daring theory of the week: Pain/vaginal dryness. It was at that point that the elephant in the room seized the good doctor around the waist with his trunk, turned him upside down, and tapped his head none too gently on the floor. Nobody noticed, not even the good Jewish doctor himself. Speaking of which, Doctor Oz had a female assistant, Doctor Laura Berman, author of 'Real Sex for Real Women.' Her name suggests a Jewish origin. She was quite good-looking and articulate, of course, but she promptly grabbed Doctor Oz by the hand and together they danced around the elephant in the room. It was quite a dance, but nobody noticed. The poor elephant deflated, shriveled up like a lost erection, and collapsed. Nobody noticed. 'Counciling' was the last subject. I was appalled, of course. I've talked to one too many 'Jewish Councellors.' Never again.
'Mada' is also a Japanese word meaning, 'Not yet.'
I'm off to a slow start, probably due to sleep dep and low blood sugar. Alcohol can't make up for it. On my second beer now (1716), following a shot of Canadian Mist. Linkdump time:
----------
Five ways to hack your brain into awesomness. Hmmm!
Information, please. Beautiful.
Why we need Government-run Universal Socialized Health Insurance.
Doctor Dean Edel on 'Operation Abraham.' Scroll up.
A message to intact males.
----------
Beer #3 @1748. Sip.
And Doctor Oz has done it again, focusing this time on female sexual disfunction. He chose a handsome young couple who had the problem. He wants to fuck; she doesn't: What is her problem?!
First he tried 'hormones.' She might have a 'deficiency.' Eheh, sure.
Or maybe she had a 'stress problem?' Yeah, right.
Ok, How 'bout a body image problem?! Sheeeit. I'd fuck her is a New York Second!
It was at that point that the good (for nothing?) doctor advanced the daring theory of the week: Pain/vaginal dryness. It was at that point that the elephant in the room seized the good doctor around the waist with his trunk, turned him upside down, and tapped his head none too gently on the floor. Nobody noticed, not even the good Jewish doctor himself. Speaking of which, Doctor Oz had a female assistant, Doctor Laura Berman, author of 'Real Sex for Real Women.' Her name suggests a Jewish origin. She was quite good-looking and articulate, of course, but she promptly grabbed Doctor Oz by the hand and together they danced around the elephant in the room. It was quite a dance, but nobody noticed. The poor elephant deflated, shriveled up like a lost erection, and collapsed. Nobody noticed. 'Counciling' was the last subject. I was appalled, of course. I've talked to one too many 'Jewish Councellors.' Never again.
