November 10, 2005
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Couple o' things: 1) Flash video 2) NSFW 3) Awesome!
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Suddenly my life has purpose, you rancid conglomerate of testicle-faced tapir-shit-eating ass-fellators.
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Oh my Christ, is this good. Oh, uh -- oh my fucking Christ, is this ever fucking good, fer fuckin' out loud! Fuck almighty! Shi-yit!
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Bring a towel, folks!
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Golly, this is neat. Keen, even.
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Har! Oh, piss flaps.
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Sorry, quid, "suddenly", "rancid", "conglomerate", "face" and "testicle" are all of Latin origin, and tapir comes from Tupi. What? Oh. Not the Anglo-Saxon swearing competition, eh? Never mind.
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That there is a knee-slapper. I thought it was just going to be that video of Bush flipping the bird again...
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Guys, guys, wait. I'm no expert, and those who work in the world of video can help us out on this one, but I have a tiny suspicion that this video has been altered. Somewhat.
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Requires login. And bugmenot isn't working.
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Well, I see bugmenot is now working again, and the FPP link doesn't require login. Good job tech.
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I liked the way the feedback form at the bottom of the page says "Please keep comments respectful."
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MCT! Shocked! Yes Shocked I am that you would infer this video would have been tampered with in any way! I find your brand of right-wing neocon talk radio wacko-ness simply irresniffable! Face the truth, for Gott's sake! Kindly remove me from your cult's underground mailing list! And good day! *hummph* /top_hat_+_cane
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A work of genius .. eximiously uproarious!
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Would have been much better if the profanity-laced insults named names and if there were occassional political insults tied in. "You hate freedom, you cocksucking bin Laden fucker," etc.
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My little cunties.
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...Wot about them?
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Swear It My mother swore ripely, inventively a flashing storm of American and Yiddish thundering onto my head and shoulders. My father swore briefly, like an ax descending on the nape of a sinner. But all the relatives on my father's side, gosh, they said, goldarnit. What happened to those purveyors of soft putty cussing, go to heck, they would mutter, you son of a gun. They had limbs instead of legs. Privates encompassed everything from bow to stern. They did number one and number two and eventually, perhaps, it. It has always amazed me there are words too potent to say to those whose ears are tender as baby lettuces--often those who label us into narrow jars with salt and vinegar, saying, People like them, meaning me and mine. Never say the K or N word, just quietly shut and bolt the door. Just politely insert your foot in the Other's face. --Marge Piercy
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Ye know, cursing doesn't count if it's done in English. Only if it's done in Gaelic will a curse stick forevermore and consign the weaselly subject to the torments of undiluted squee!