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Saturday, March 14, 2009
Church happenings
Utoob is pre-filtered against this one, so I host it myself, it's totally hil. Small video, 3MB.
10 comments:
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Wild that the uboob wouldn't allow this! The digging in the girl's wedding dress top was a...uh...HOOT! lol! The *ass-grab* was a pretty interesting [seemingly] *discreet* display of affection. I loved the clueless look on the chick...like she walks around w/his hand there all the time! lol!
It was all really funny but I thought that kid at the start was best - "No body of Christ for me today. Thanks, asshole!" I'm sure we can all remember being invisible to adults at that age.
Right. Finished DL and viewing it. Just 13 minutes of patience.
Pre-filtered? WTF? Not only is it very funny, I think it's been shown on nearly all Western televisions at some point! What, that compilation of short scenes is copyrighted or something? Or it's like the old Nintendo code? "You can make a game about a vampire hunter hacking blood-squirting undead, but you can't give him a crucifix, because all religious symbols are forbidden." In the western version of Duck Tales, where Scrooge and nephews travel to Transylvania, they replaced all the crosses on the castle's coffins and the cemetary's tombstones with "R.I.P.". Whew! We came so close to shocking images like religion associated with death. :-P
BTW, nice makeover, Joe. Have you done something to your hair? :-)
Damn right you couldn't. We've got laws against nudity pushers like you trying to morally corrupt our upstanding and impeccably uptight society, anyway!
And don't say the "F" word. You'd have a hard time getting laid, too. Well, except in the bars and night clubs where Eastern Europe "artists", um, "perform". But the condoms are pretty effing expensive. Prostitution ain't cheap in Lebanon. It's about offer and demand, I guess. Demand is constantly desperate.
Hey, how long have I been commenting on a new blog? I suspect somebody is phishing for the jems of my mind with a fake Eolake Stobblehouse site...
The elixer I took to rejuvenate myself a while back did say under side effects that there could be "some monsterism." But I'm better now. It wears off after a few days.
Yes, Joe, the improvement is already visible. One can barely see the gunshot hole on the side of your skull now. "Does it hurt? - Only when I laugh." Better stay with a mere smile then... :-)
"Why would saying "fuck" make it hard to get laid?" Well, if you're not superstitious...
"What's new about the site? Apart from me replacing the word "blog" with "thoughts"." That's what all counterfeiters say. I once bought a pocket mirror in Beirut for one-third of a dollar. The brand name on it said "VvesSaintLaudeit". In a very evocative font. So release the real Eolake Stobblehouse. You don't even look that much like him, buster!
Just read this anecdote about Charlie Chaplin: While in London, one day he read in the paper that there was a competition for Chaplin impersonators, not far from his hotel. So he went there anonymously, and did his number. He ranked 27th.
10 comments:
Wild that the uboob wouldn't allow this! The digging in the girl's wedding dress top was a...uh...HOOT! lol! The *ass-grab* was a pretty interesting [seemingly] *discreet* display of affection. I loved the clueless look on the chick...like she walks around w/his hand there all the time! lol!
I dug the digging too. Some of those priests seemed like they were about twenty years past compos mentis.
The filtering was for ownership.
It was all really funny but I thought that kid at the start was best - "No body of Christ for me today. Thanks, asshole!" I'm sure we can all remember being invisible to adults at that age.
Yeah, his expression and shrug was great.
Right. Finished DL and viewing it. Just 13 minutes of patience.
Pre-filtered? WTF?
Not only is it very funny, I think it's been shown on nearly all Western televisions at some point!
What, that compilation of short scenes is copyrighted or something? Or it's like the old Nintendo code? "You can make a game about a vampire hunter hacking blood-squirting undead, but you can't give him a crucifix, because all religious symbols are forbidden."
In the western version of Duck Tales, where Scrooge and nephews travel to Transylvania, they replaced all the crosses on the castle's coffins and the cemetary's tombstones with "R.I.P.". Whew! We came so close to shocking images like religion associated with death.
:-P
BTW, nice makeover, Joe.
Have you done something to your hair? :-)
I think it's prefiltered because it's taken as-is from a TV station, probably.
(Thirteen minutes for 3MB? Fuck. My new connection is about 13 seconds for that. I couldn't make my living where you are.)
Damn right you couldn't. We've got laws against nudity pushers like you trying to morally corrupt our upstanding and impeccably uptight society, anyway!
And don't say the "F" word. You'd have a hard time getting laid, too.
Well, except in the bars and night clubs where Eastern Europe "artists", um, "perform". But the condoms are pretty effing expensive.
Prostitution ain't cheap in Lebanon. It's about offer and demand, I guess. Demand is constantly desperate.
Hey, how long have I been commenting on a new blog?
I suspect somebody is phishing for the jems of my mind with a fake Eolake Stobblehouse site...
Why would saying "fuck" make it hard to get laid?
What's new about the site? Apart from me replacing the word "blog" with "thoughts".
The elixer I took to rejuvenate myself a while back did say under side effects that there could be "some monsterism." But I'm better now. It wears off after a few days.
Yes, Joe, the improvement is already visible. One can barely see the gunshot hole on the side of your skull now.
"Does it hurt?
- Only when I laugh."
Better stay with a mere smile then... :-)
"Why would saying "fuck" make it hard to get laid?"
Well, if you're not superstitious...
"What's new about the site? Apart from me replacing the word "blog" with "thoughts"."
That's what all counterfeiters say. I once bought a pocket mirror in Beirut for one-third of a dollar. The brand name on it said "VvesSaintLaudeit". In a very evocative font.
So release the real Eolake Stobblehouse. You don't even look that much like him, buster!
Just read this anecdote about Charlie Chaplin:
While in London, one day he read in the paper that there was a competition for Chaplin impersonators, not far from his hotel.
So he went there anonymously, and did his number.
He ranked 27th.
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