Jelly Ass. Move it around and watch it jiggle.
Not safe for work, of course.
September 24th is National Dating Day (though it looks more like National Drum Up Business For DatingDirect.com Day, and I’ll probably be celebrating Local Stay In Because I Can’t Get A Date Day). As part of their publicity, they’re auctioning ‘celebrity’ dates. Who is Penny Smith and why is she worth �8,900?
I’ve never smoked (well, nothing that didn’t have ‘additives’ anyway) and I don’t want to. I think it’s a disgusting habit and paying for the privilege of shortening your life is pretty stupid.
But I don’t want to see laws brought in to ban smoking from all public places. No smoking areas are good, but a total ban is too extreme. This sort of health fascism may go down okay in New York, but not Paris and London. It’s un- European I tell you.
What made the Rolling Stones go and get Sympathy for the Devil remixed? Are they actually happy to be associated with this travesty? What exactly has been achieved by sticking a crappy drumbeat on the track and looping the “Woo-Woo”s under the lyrics?
Why? Why, why, why?
Now that I’ve listened to all my MP3s I’m listening to Xfm again. I haven’t done an exhaustive study of internet radio stations, so if anyone can find one with this cool mix of music but none of the adverts or annoying London-centric content, I’d love to know about it.
This week’s theme is Found–