The Jewish fact of the Day:
“All dairy products are kosher (Must be bloodless), but it must be checked that the product does not contain any meat based products (for example many cheeses contain rennet which is made from the stomach of pigs or cows and thus breaks two of the kosher rules (i) that meat and diary must be separate and (ii) that products from the pig are treyfah). Also the kosher Jew must to sure that the milk is only from kosher animals (some farmers made a practice of topping up cow’s milk with pig’s milk – this would make the milk treyfah)”
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Breast cancer is never a good thing, so ladies get your mam’s gramed. This is seriously hitting the world hard and there is nothing funny about this disease. If I had the stamina I would do the breast cancer walk and I would rock the pink ribbon, but until that day I continue to so my small part in educating our youth and encouraging all you ladies out there to talk to you doctor about what’s best for you to prevent this horrible disease.
Everyone and their mother is a cokeslut these days, it’s just not that common for a mother and daughter to be cokesluts together. Page Six brings us the inside scoop that Lohan and Anna from the OC are cokewhores. We already knew that, we didn’t need proof. Rumor has it that Valderamma would shove an eight ball up his ass, and fart in Lohan’s face. Sex games of the stars are beyond me…..because I am on welfare.
Sometimes we have to give the other sister some love. We know she isn’t as famous, she doesn’t get as many gigs and Paris thinks she is bringing her down, but she is still a socialite, has a trust fund bigger than my dick, and wears clothes that are see through. The closest thing to see-through that I ever wore was when I jumped in the pool at the local daycare in my tighty whities. I had no idea I would get arrested for it, but we live and we learn.
She is a Wonderbra and Victoria Secret Model. She is from Argentina. She speaks spanish. She likes Mexican men named, Jesus. I made up that last part. Before there was the Internet, there was a masturbation haven found in the form of catalogs and magazines….memories of the bra section in the sears catalog, or the tribal topless woman breast feeding like an animal with it’s litter on its tit in Geographic. You 16 year olds out there should thank Mr Internet for making masturbation more accessible.
“Sam Mallone where’s my twinky motherfucker” were words that were often heard on the set of Cheers, back when Kirstie Alley maintained her wait with a good old fashion coke addiction and eating disorder….”John Travolta, where’s my twinky” were words heard on the set of all the “Look who’s Talkin'” movies, before Kirstie Alley gave up sex, became 300 pounds, and developed a weird bacon scent that seemed to follow her wherever she went. Lucky for you I found a series of clips, left on the cutting room floor, of Kirstie’s boobies…