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Hayley Williams nude

kahlees — Fri, 28 May 2010 04:28:05 +0000

Hayley Williams, lead singer of Paramore, accidentally posted naked pictures of herself on twitter.

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Anna Paquin nude video pics from True Blood Season 2

kahlees — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 08:03:08 +0000

Anna Paquin is already getting naked in Season 2 of True Blood, which just came out on HBO. If you don’t get HBO, don’t worry, you can look at the pics and videos of here getting nude here.

And the nude video of Anna Paquin getting fucked in True Blood.

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Miley Cyrus shower

kahlees — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 04:22:11 +0000

Miley Cyrus nude in the shower. More or less.

So she’s not exactly naked, butt Hannah Montana is pretty close this time. You see most of her ass in there, but not quite her breasts yet. I’m sure if we could see it from the front we’d see her undressed tits of Mylee Cyrus under that wet t-shirt.

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Poll: Who Won the Debate. YOU Decide.

kahlees — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 13:30:30 +0000

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Robbin Obama

kahlees — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 12:54:31 +0000

Check out this article on Robin Obama.

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Who is this?

kahlees — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 07:41:31 +0000

Who is this?

He wants to take power during economic turmoil, while promising hope for the nation’s future.

Wants to clamp down on big business.

Blames all the problems on those who are successful, saying they’re greedy and selfish and their wealth needs to be Robin Hooded away from them and given to others not as fortunate.

Proclaims that the evils of capitalism led to the current economic crisis, saying that the current system exploits the “economically weak”.

Gives speeches where, no matter the actual words or topics, people leap to their feet, yelling and screaming in praise. He uses specifically chosen words and catchy phrases to excite the masses, while offering no real solution.

Accuses opponents of being right extremists who will increase the wealth gap to maintain control over the working class.

Appeals largely to the young, ignorant, and impressionable population.

Mandates that citizens have a requirement of civil service.

Wants tighter gun control.

Grew up in a country other than the one in which he wants to rule.

Wants innovation to originate from government, rather than from the private sector.

If you said either Adolf Hitler or Barack Hussein Obama you would be correct.

Now I’m not saying that Barack Hussein Obama is the same as Adolf Hitler, they’re actually quite different. Here are some ways one candidate differs from the other:

Favors merit over Equality.

Favors competition over cooperation.

Strong military.

Realism over idealism.

Nationalism over internationalism.

Against all inclusiveness.

Common sense over theory.

Pragmatism over principle.

Acknowledgement that the government and the Church needs to have a relationship.

These are just some of the views that Hitler had, and not Obama.

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I was surfing my favorite news blog, and found some disturbing information about Barack Obama. View the original post about Obama Hitler comparison.

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Bristol Palin’s email and phone number hacked?

kahlees — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 06:13:20 +0000

Bristol Palin, Vice Presidential Candidate Sarah Palin’s daughter now has her phone number in the public. I guess uou can call 907-982-9061 if you want to, or you can email bristol_palin@hotmail.com if you want to, I’m not sure if it breaks any laws but you may have the FBI knocking on your door:)

Also in the hacked email were some pictures I don’t think we’ve seen before. Sorry guys, no Bristol Palin nude pictures. If you want to see someone naked, you’ll need to look elsewhere. Obviously the young teen has had sex, but there are no known pornographic pics or videos.

Butt Scam

kahlees — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:44:03 +0000

I got this in my email yesterday. I had to post it. You can never be too cautious.

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Generally, I hate the warnings that get sent around, but I have to admit that this one is important. Please protect everyone you know by sending this to your entire email list.

If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey and asks you to show him your bum. DO NOT show him your bum. This is a scam – he only wants to see your bum.

I wish I’d got this yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap.

Six to Eight Black Men

kahlees — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:30:07 +0000

I've never been much for guidebooks, so when trying to get my 
bearings in a strange American city, I normally start by asking the
cabdriver or hotel clerk some silly question regarding the latest 
census figures. I say silly because I don't really care how many 
people live in Olympia, Washington, or Columbus, Ohio.  They're 
nice enough places, but the numbers mean nothing to me. My second
question might have to do with average annual rainfall, which, 
again, doesn't tell me anything about the people who have chosen 
to call this place home.

What really interests me are the local gun laws. Can I carry a 
concealed weapon, and if so, under what circumstances? What's the
waiting period for a tommy gun? Could I buy a Glock 17 if I were 
recently divorced or fired from my job? I've learned from 
experience that it's best to lead into this subject as delicately
as possible, especially if you and the local citizen are alone and
enclosed in a relatively small space. Bide your time, though, and
you can walk away with some excellent stories. I've heard, for
example, that the blind can legally hunt in both Texas and 
Michigan. They must be accompanied by a sighted companion, but 
still, it seems a bit risky. You wouldn't want a blind person 
driving a car or piloting a plane, so why hand him a rifle? What
sense does that make? I ask about guns not because I want one of 
my own but because the answers vary so widely from state to state.
In a country that's become so homogenous, I'm reassured by these 
last touches of regionalism.

Guns aren't really an issue in Europe, so when I'm traveling 
abroad, my first question usually relates to barnyard animals. 
"What do your roosters say?" is a good icebreaker, as every country
has its own unique interpretation. In Germany, where dogs bark "vow
vow" and both the frog and the duck say "quack," the rooster greets
the dawn with a hearty "kik-a-ricki." Greek roosters crow "kiri-a-
kee," and in France they scream "coco-rico," which sounds like one
of those horrible premixed cocktails with a pirate on the label. 
When told that an American rooster says "cock-a-doodle-doo," my 
hosts look at me with disbelief and pity.

"When do you open your Christmas presents?" is another good 
conversation starter as it explains a lot about national character.
People who traditionally open gifts on Christmas Eve seem a bit 
more pious and family oriented than those who wait until Christmas
morning. They go to mass, open presents, eat a late meal, return 
to church the following morning, and devote the rest of the day to
eating another big meal.  Gifts are generally reserved for 
children, and the parents tend not to go overboard. It's nothing 
I'd want for myself, but I suppose it's fine for those who prefer
food and family to things of real value.

In France and Germany, gifts are exchanged on Christmas Eve, while
in Holland the children receive presents on December 5, in 
celebration of Saint Nicholas Day. It sounded sort of quaint until
I spoke to a man named Oscar, who filled me in on a few of the
details as we walked from my hotel to the Amsterdam train station.

Unlike the jolly, obese American Santa, Saint Nicholas is painfully
thin and dresses not unlike the pope, topping his robes with a tall
hat resembling an embroidered tea cozy. The outfit, I was told, is 
a carryover from his former career, when he served as a bishop in 
Turkey.

One doesn't want to be too much of a cultural chauvinist, but this
seemed completely wrong to me. For starters, Santa didn't use to 
do anything.  He's not retired, and, more important, he has 
nothing to do with Turkey. The climate's all wrong, and people
wouldn't appreciate him. When asked how he got from Turkey to the 
North Pole, Oscar told me with complete conviction that Saint 
Nicholas currently resides in Spain, which again is simply not 
true. While he could probably live wherever he wanted, Santa chose
the North Pole specifically because it is harsh and isolated. No 
one can spy on him, and he doesn't have to worry about people 
coming to the door. Anyone can come to the door in Spain, and in
that outfit, he'd most certainly be recognized. On top of that,
aside from a few pleasantries, Santa doesn't speak Spanish. He 
knows enough to get by, but he's not fluent, and he certainly 
doesn't eat tapas.

While our Santa flies on a sled, Saint Nicholas arrives by boat 
and then transfers to a white horse.  The event is televised, and
great crowds gather at the waterfront to greet him. I'm not sure 
if there's a set date, but he generally docks in late November and
spends a few weeks hanging out and asking people what they want.

"Is it just him alone?" I asked. "Or does he come with backup?"

Oscar's English was close to perfect, but he seemed thrown by a 
term normally reserved for police reinforcement.

"Helpers," I said. "Does he have any elves?"

Maybe I'm just overly sensitive, but I couldn't help but feel 
personally insulted when Oscar denounced the very idea as grotesque
and unrealistic. "Elves," he said. "They're just so silly."

The words silly and unrealistic were redefined when I learned that
Saint Nicholas travels with what was consistently described as "six
to eight black men." I asked several Dutch people to narrow it 
down, but none of them could give me an exact number. It was always
"six to eight," which seems strange, seeing as they've had hundreds
of years to get a decent count.

The six to eight black men were characterized as personal slaves 
until the mid-fifties, when the political climate changed and it 
was decided that instead of being slaves they were just good 
friends. I think history has proven that something usually comes
between slavery and friendship, a period of time marked not by 
cookies and quiet times beside the fire but by bloodshed and 
mutual hostility. They have such violence in Holland, but rather
than duking it out among themselves, Santa and his former slaves
decided to take it out on the public. In the early years, if a
child was naughty, Saint Nicholas and the six to eight black men
would beat him with what Oscar described as "the small branch of
a tree."

"A switch?"

"Yes," he said. "That's it. They'd kick him and beat him with a 
switch. Then, if the youngster was really bad, they'd put him in 
a sack and take him back to Spain."

"Saint Nicholas would kick you?"

"Well, not anymore," Oscar said. "Now he just pretends to kick 
you."

"And the six to eight black men?"

"Them, too."

He considered this to be progressive, but in a way I think it's 
almost more perverse than the original punishment. "I'm going to 
hurt you, but not really."  How many times have we fallen for that
line? The fake slap invariably makes contact, adding the elements
of shock and betrayal to what had previously been plain, old-
fashioned fear. What kind of Santa spends his time pretending to 
kick people before stuffing them into a canvas sack? Then, of 
course, you've got the six to eight former slaves who could 
potentially go off at any moment. This, I think, is the greatest
difference between us and the Dutch. While a certain segment of 
our population might be perfectly happy with the arrangement, if
you told the average white American that six to eight nameless 
black men would be sneaking into his house in the middle of the
night, he would barricade the doors and arm himself with whatever
he could get his hands on.

"Six to eight, did you say?"

In the years before central heating, Dutch children would leave 
their shoes by the fireplace, the promise being that unless they
planned to beat you, kick you, or stuff you into a sack, Saint 
Nicholas and the six to eight black men would fill your clogs 
with presents. Aside from the threats of violence and kidnapping,
it's not much different from hanging your stockings from the 
mantel. Now that so few people have a working fireplace, Dutch 
children are instructed to leave their shoes beside the radiator,
furnace, or space heater. Saint Nicholas and the six to eight black
men arrive on horses, which jump from the yard onto the roof. At 
this point, I guess, they either jump back down and use the door, 
or they stay put and vaporize through the pipes and electrical 
wires. Oscar wasn't too clear about the particulars, but, really,
who can blame him? We have the same problem with our Santa. He's 
supposed to use the chimney, but if you don't have one, he still 
manages to come through. It's best not to think about it too hard.

While eight flying reindeer are a hard pill to swallow, our 
Christmas story remains relatively simple. Santa lives with his 
wife in a remote polar village and spends one night a year 
traveling around the world. If you're bad, he leaves you coal. If
you're good and live in America, he'll give you just about anything
you want. We tell our children to be good and send them off to bed,
where they lie awake, anticipating their great bounty. A Dutch 
parent has a decidedly hairier story to relate, telling his 
children, "Listen, you might want to pack a few of your things 
together before you go to bed. The former bishop from Turkey will 
be coming along with six to eight black men. They might put some 
candy in your shoes, they might stuff you in a sack and take you 
to Spain, or they might just pretend to kick you. We don't know 
for sure, but we want you to be prepared."

This is the reward for living in Holland. As a child you get to 
hear this story, and as an adult you get to turn around and repeat
it. As an added bonus, the government has thrown in legalized drugs
and prostitution-so what's not to love about being Dutch?

Oscar finished his story just as we arrived at the station. He was
a polite and interesting guy-very good company-but when he offered
to wait until my train arrived, I begged off, saying I had some 
calls to make. Sitting alone in the vast terminal, surrounded by 
other polite, seemingly interesting Dutch people, I couldn't help
but feel second-rate. Yes, it was a small country, but it had six
to eight black men and a really good bedtime story. Being a fairly
competitive person, I felt jealous, then bitter, and was edging
toward hostile when I remembered the blind hunter tramping off 
into the Michigan forest. He might bag a deer, or he might happily
shoot his sighted companion in the stomach. He may find his way 
back to the car, or he may wander around for a week or two before
stumbling through your front door. We don't know for sure, but in
pinning that license to his chest, he inspires the sort of 
narrative that ultimately makes me proud to be an American.

Why do nice guys finish last? A girls perspective…

kahlees — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:44:54 +0000

All girls want truly nice guys. That is, a guy that is tall, athletic, smart, sexy and good looking with a good personality that treats her right. Such guys always finish first.

A bad boy is also, tall, athletic, smart, sexy and good looking with a good personality that all the girls are falling into. The only difference is that they prefer an exciting new girl to an old girl after they have charmed their snake into her pants a few times. They take advantage of the fact that pretty girls are easy for them so, after sampling her a few times, they dump the old girl for the next new pretty girl.

After being dumped, a girl will call the guy a jerk and find and complain to some wimpy nice guy that will tell her the guy is a low-life maggot, that she deserves better, and that he would never treat a girl like that. However, after she has had her cry, it is not long before the girl is flirting with the next exciting hot guy that makes her panties wet.

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Most nice guys are short, plump, homely, desperate, shy, and wimpy guys the girls don’t want anyway. They are no fun, they are not exciting, and they don’t make a girl’s panties wet. Sex with most nice guys would be gross. They may as well be gay because girls only view them as platonic friends.

Most so called nice guys are selfish clingy bastards posing as nice guys, just to get the girl. They don’t really care about the girl; if they did, they would be happy for her when she found a hot guy and wanted to go because that would be what she wanted. But, no he is selfish and wants the girl to stay and love him even though that is not what she wants.

Suppose a pretty girl dates a typical nice guy. He wines and dines her at the most expensive places. He takes her on a couple of trips and pays for separate rooms, and is rewarded with good night pecks but no sex. He pays to have the transmission in her car repaired, he buys her a cultured pearl necklace and other jewelry, and he takes her to Neiman Marcus and buys her expensive clothes.

Then a couple of months later after he has had the immense pleasure of spending $15,000 and most of his saving on her, she asks him to meet her one evening at an upscale restaurant because she has something important to discuss with him. And, after he pays for an expensive meal and wine, imagine this conversation:

“Do you love me and do you want what I want because it will make me happy?” She asked.

“Yes, I love you and that is exactly what I want.”

“I am so glad you feel that way because I have met this sexy good looking guy and we have already had sex which I could never do with you because you don’t appeal to me in that way. Anyway, I will always think of you as a good friend.” And, with that she gets up and leaves.

Does he really love her, is he happy for her, and is he delighted that during the last two months she allowed him the privilege of spend $15,000 on her? And, is he overjoyed that although she would never have sex with him, she so quickly had sex with her new guy because he turns her on and sex with him is great?

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