Hope all you micks are having a great St.Patricks Day, we decided to watch Boondock Saints while drinking copious amounts of Capitan. Hope you get some pussy too.
Archive for March, 2007
Cure for AIDS
Posted in Health, News with tags Humor, Medical on March 17, 2007 by Rob
President Yahya Jammeh, of the postage stamp sized West African nation of Gambia, claims to have learned the cure for AIDS through a series of dreams. The “cure” consists of a mix of seven herbs and spices to be taken daily, one spoonful for children, two for adults. Jammeh has no medical training but claims his family has a history of healing through traditional practices. All this is great but I have dreams too; however this doesn’t mean Christina Ricci is ever going to show up to my house in edible underwear with a bull whip and a gallon of fudge ripple ice cream. But enough about me — Can you possibly stoop lower than to extend false hope to those in the grips of a fatal disease? Not only is hope falsely given but those taking life extending medications are switching to the president’s witch’s brew. Maybe someone in Gambia will act out a dream of shooting up the presidential motorcade and solve this silliness once and for all.
Dearest Officials of Immigrations…
Posted in Stories with tags Kunty on March 15, 2007 by Kunty Tankatrucks
I lately wrote introduction of myself and to how I was made to write my thinkings here. Almost at once a question came to me ( Proma wrote on March 9…Interesting.. So is there anything you like about the US ?) asking if there was anything at all I like about America. Thank you — loyal reader for interest in me but please do not raise suspicion if I dislike America. Take attention immigration officers, men from Department of Homelands Security, and other various men in black suits and dark sunglasses — I, Mister Kunty Tankatrucks love the great empire of America!!! For what reason would I be here if not for my love of country. I come here more than ten years ago with nothing but shirt on back and now I have color television, microwave oven and twelve speed bicycle with breaks. Who wants more than this? I wash dishes for a kind man who pays me three dollar cash every hour I work and lets me eat the remains of the souvlaki and spinach pie customers not finish. I live in apartment that government gives free if you fill out proper papers. I receive wonderful coupons from state that I trade for beer and cigarettes at the Indians preservation. I tell you – America is almost better than when Communists run old country. Things are very cheap to buy here. There is the nicest man on floor of my apartment that sells things like razors, socks and DVDs for only a few dollars. I like man much but I worry how he shakes when selling his things. Even love life is better here in America. Back in Romania my wife Brigita need almost whole litre vodka before she mistake me for butcher and fulfil wifely duty. In America all I need is five dollar and bus token to receive quality hand release. So you see — officers of secret government police — I am a lover of all things America and do not deserve your attentions — please direct them to the Bulgarians and Hungarians. Thank you.
Hello America
Posted in Stories with tags Kunty on March 9, 2007 by Kunty Tankatrucks
I would like to give greetings to all capitalist pigs that would occasion to view this webpage. I Mister Kunty Tankatrucks have been made interested in writing for this page. This all started the Saturday before last. I was in an incredible state of stupor sitting outside my favorite bar here in U.S. – which if you wonder — is a shithole compared to every bar in Romania. As I was sitting there trying to tell my legs to stop being such communist traitors –when two punks started kicking at me and taking from my pockets my cigarettes, money and official state provided non driver identification card. As I cursed their mothers in my native tongue the younger stopped pissing on my legs and replied in my language – calling me a crab infested son of a Gypsy prostitute. This gave us all good laugh as all Gypsy mothers are prostitute. Before you could say vodka we were in bar laughing over old country and drinking like papa and I once did. The boys took me home and I believed would be last I see of them. Next day they pounded door and give me on-lap computer I am using now to say these things. They tell me to say what is on mind or else they call immigration and send me back – all after sending me to hospital. I hope you enjoy the thinkings of wise old man.
John Couey Convicted of Rape and Murder of Nine Year Old
Posted in News on March 8, 2007 by Rob
I don’t have much to say about this except — Holy Shit – Just look at this guy! I can’t imagine the jury was out more than five minutes – unless someone had to take a dump. This guy certainly looks like a pedophile/rapist/murderer — but then again he also looks like half the Republicans in the House of Representatives.
Skinny Bitch in a Glass House…
Posted in News, Politics on March 5, 2007 by The Romanian
Ann Coulter has burned a bridge that she desperately needs to cross. By calling John Edwards a faggot, Ms. Coulter has done herself a great disservice because she is in urgent need of the care and attention of a few “faggots” — One to do something about her makeup – one to do something with her hair–and maybe there is a gay man somewhere who could teach her to stand and speak like a women. I guess the point here is that someone as physically and morally hideous as Ms. Coulter shouldn’t be passing judgement on a segment of our population that clearly has superior tastes and refinements to that of her own. She is throwing stones in a glass house — but I suspect this is mostly due to the reflection of her own image in the glass.
Ni**er Please!
Posted in News with tags News on March 1, 2007 by Rob
The city council of New York has passed a non-binding resolution banning the word nigger. The main argument is that the word is increasingly used lightly in conversation and in greeting among young people. Also targeted by this resolution are rappers, many of whom drop the N-bomb more than they scream their own stage-names. I have a problem with this ridiculous piece of legislation in so many ways. Does banning the word nigger mean that words like spic, mic, whop, and kyke are OK? Or how about spear chucker or porch monkey — Are these all right? I guess my point here is that banning one word is a slippery-slope –oh hey – slope – there’s one I forgot – Anyway, if you ban one – don’t you have to ban them all. And speaking of slippery slopes – what is the point of a non-binding resolution? Is it simply to make a statement? — not necessarily. I see it as a step in the direction of creating legislation criminalizing the use of the word. And who would that punish? Not whites. Show me a white person that has the balls to utter the word nigger loud enough for anyone to hear on the streets of New York City. The target would be blacks. Do we really need to give the NYPD another excuse to harass NYC’s minorities? Think about it. The intent of this resolution may be good intentioned but what happens when it becomes probable cause to pull over a car because DMX is wondering “where all my niggaz at”. We should title the resolution “How to enable New York’s finest to racially profile at ease” or maybe “Let’s see how many young black men can fit on Rikers Island before they start falling into the East River”. And if none of these arguments holds any sway with you lets not forget the First Fucking Amendment you jackasses.
