by Commodore on March 11, 2010

- Mississippi’s new state slogan
Overreacting. It happens. Ron Artest? Yeah ok, maybe he should have chosen “woosaa” instead of beating up fans. OJ? Maybe a simple, “Hey, Goldman, why don’t you scram?” would have sufficed. The Aztecs that got slaughtered by something like 5 Spanish dudes on horseback? Hey relax guys, they’re only horses. And here, we have another example of, “When overreacting rules the day“.
A northern Mississippi school district will not be hosting a high school prom this spring after a lesbian student sought to attend with her girlfriend and wear a tuxedo.
To be fair, in Northern Mississippi, the site of outwardly gay individuals are probably about as accepted as horses were by the Aztecs.
Itawamba County is a rural area of about 23,000 people in north Mississippi near the Alabama state line. It borders Pontotoc County, Miss., where more than a decade ago school officials were sued in federal court over their practice of student-led intercom prayer and Bible classes.
I should have guessed. Come on folks, let’s progress. Lesbains are not some sort of alien species. They are beautiful individuals and when they get drunk, go behind closed doors and decide to get naked and frisky, it is quite the awesome site. Trust me.
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by Commodore on October 9, 2009
Sir, your arm is uhhh...
Yes, that photo is directly related to this article. That arm is not CGI’d.
Torron Eeles busted his left humerus bone leaving it grotesquely out of shape when he fell down stairs TEN months ago. Today he slammed the NHS for “unacceptable” delays – claiming they have cancelled FOUR separate operations.
Something tells me that the photographer didn’t have to say, “Give me more anger! You’re upset! You’re mad! Show me mad!” Look at his fucking arm! It looks like a leg! (Picture his elbow as a knee cap and you’ll see what I mean.)
“It’s been so long the bones have knitted back together. Sleeping is really uncomfortable because whenever I roll over my arm gets in the way.”
Knitted. Not fused. Not adhered. Knitted. Do you know how long it takes to knit something? Me neither but I bet it’s long as shit. In fact, I just threw up a little bit.
His arm hangs limply by his side meaning Torron cannot work for a living and now faces the prospect of losing his home.
So faithful readers, remember that your life isn’t as bad as this guy’s is. Your coffee cup is leaking a little bit, you say? Well that’s too fucking bad. At least your arm doesn’t look like a lightning bolt.
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