By Matt October 16, 2014 @ 10:48 AM
John Grisham made some comment about how people busted for child porn get unduly long prison sentences while promoting his latest formulaic drivel aimed at high school secretaries on their quest to find the missing hall pass. He thinks child porn hysteria is out of control, as arrests have now extended to older white guys who attend church semi-regularly:
“We have prisons now filled with guys my age. Sixty-year-old white men in prison who’ve never harmed anybody, would never touch a child…
I’m not sure the prisons are exactly filled with sexually disturbed Internet surfers. But Grisham has a point. There’s no harm in just watching child porn, given that it’s actually cast with happy adult midget workers with awesome benefit packages and not innocent kids being raped daily in Russia. But his grandfatherly heartstring messaging neglects to mention that sixty year old white guys are the coveted age demo of child porn. AARP members are the tween market of pedophilia.
“… But they got online one night and started surfing around, probably had too much to drink or whatever, and pushed the wrong buttons, went too far and got into child porn… It was labelled ”sixteen-year-old wannabee hookers” or something like that. And it said ”16-year-old girls”. So he went there. Downloaded some stuff – it was 16-year-old girls who looked 30.”
You can find convincing teen porn on any mainstream site that looks real enough to make you bust a U turn when you drive by a private school. Nobody labels a video “Sixteen Year Old Wannabe Hookers” unless the chicks look like they belong in a Color Me Mine. It sucks Grisham’s golfing buddies turn into pedos after a couple gin and tonics. Most upstanding citizens just turn violent and anti semitic after a few belts. Someone should hack into John Grisham’s hard drive so he can be properly jailed and we can find decent shit to read at the airport.
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By Matt October 16, 2014 @ 10:25 AM
Ashley Longshore specializes in creating ‘family portraits’ for the one percent of people financially capable of commissioning her work without immediately regretting their decision. Typically these families are looking for masturbatory allusions to their unhealthy obsession with greed and materials, hence the title of her new series, “Greed, Money and Status.” It’s unclear how Longshore attained her position in the high end art world but it more than likely sprang up from sitting through conversations with art school graduates bitching about how they can’t afford the new J. Crew line. That combined with an insecurity complex and a wealthy husband and you’ve suddenly got Gwyneth Paltrow standing in your art studio with her checkbook open. Of Longshore’s more recent pieces is a chair stuffed with $500,000 dollars in shredded cash, because it’s ironic not to eat your peas while kids starve in India.
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By Matt October 16, 2014 @ 10:00 AM
Slipknot was denied the ability to light barrels of camel shit on fire by officials during the upcoming Knotfest Music Festival. They had planned to “Infest your brain, body and clothes for days” with shit other than their questionable music. It’s unclear if this was a poorly directed marketing ploy, or a spec of genius to cover for how Slipknot fans carry the stench of lonely teen boys preparing their arsenals for town square shootings.
The legal problem was not with the shit itself, but with oil they planned to mix with the feces. If you ever find yourself in this line of conversation as a lawyer just return to South Texas and open a shoddy strip club. Slipknot plans to bank royalties off this meth convention into the near future while comfortably never returning:
“It’s something that we want to be in control of so much that it can exist without us.”
The disparity between the marketing savvy of costumed novelty musical acts and the intelligence of their fans remains high. I bet the lead singer of Slipknot is smarter than John Mayer. But Mayer fans wouldn’t be caught dead near a pile of steaming shit. Nonetheless, the two can share a beer with each other when catching a glance at the Delta Sky Club en route to Maui. The moral of the story is learn how to play guitar and don’t listen to your parents.
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By Matt October 16, 2014 @ 9:40 AM
There are some serious issues involved with sentencing Oscar Pistorius for Culpable Homicide, which is apparently a South African term for execution. It appears he threw his dead girlfriend’s parents some cash because they were struggling financially after he killed her, yet when offered a lump sum of $34,000 dollars they considered it “Blood Money.” I guess that would make his previous offers Blood Change which everyone knows is useful for purchasing petrol or personal security details or paying slaves to tend your house or whatever the fuck people do there.
Culpable Homicide seems a polite British way of saying Manslaughter, but at least our word sounds pretty fucked up. You’re Culpable when you take the last Bass from the garage cooler. This dude killed a chick. His lawyers are advocating he stay out of prison, because prison would “break him as a person” even further. That’s a cheap shot. Sometimes when you kill a chick in South Africa you end up in a South African prison. Sweden has their No Vacancy light flashing with a 20 person occupancy. I’m guessing a prison assault on Pistorius would seem more likely given his celebrity bionic status, much like someone cowering behind a closed door while a dude wields a pistol at them is more likely to get offed. These are just bigger pistols.
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By Matt October 16, 2014 @ 9:28 AM
Snoop Dogg has responded to his Instagram beef with Iggy Azalea in his most gangster fashion since being narrowly acquitted of gang murder, yet is still falling short of his edgier Saturday Morning Cartoon licensing agreements. After Azalea responded in lame duck fashion to his initial post he has bombarded more pics, this one being better than his last fourteen albums combined.
Sometimes when you’re an Australian opportunist pretending to run hip hop black dudes are going to get pissy with you. Particularly when the rapper involved writes albums about how dumb bitches are. I’m not saying Snoop’s views on women are to be considered legitimate, he just seemed to have a point when I was a frustrated teen who couldn’t get laid, like the ratchety tools who still bump Snoop in their 5.0.
Iggy Azalea has a lot on her plate. She’s being divorced by a low level hip hop producer she claims she never married. He’s also threatening to release their sexual escapades on tape. She’s got an ass filled with enough fat to feed the Southern Sudan and she’s dating the least effective Laker on a team of ineffective Lakers. Now she’s in a beef with a guy with tons of time and stoner shits and giggles inspirations. Odds are someone shuts the fuck up soon and it’s not going to be Snoop. Odds someone gets shot, slightly higher. Again, not Snoop.
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By Lex October 16, 2014 @ 7:17 AM
Splitting asunder that institution where you used to whisper saccharin sweet pet names while lapping each other’s genitals is all about reparing that bruised ego. Wiz Khalifa fucked twins. I don’t care how you brace yourself as the mannish looking wife of a shady rapper, that has to hurt. Posting pictures of your ass on Instagram is not going to cut it. Why bother even playing if that’s your best response. This is the stoned ass-hat who befouled your sacred vows before Jesus and a bunch of dudes with gold caps packing heat. He discredited you and the likely to be troubled child you must now raise. Put on a wig and some Bruce Jenner level pre-op makeup and go fuck the tar out of three dudes Khalifa hates the most in this world. You back down now and you will grow old and bitter with regret. Even if he dies within the year from bare banging an Ebola infected nurse, dancing on his grave will feel empty without the jizz of his enemies swimming in your honeypot.
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By Matt October 16, 2014 @ 6:25 AM
After a series of frightening clowns started appearing all over rural Wasco California in the evening hours, local chatter surfaced they were carrying guns and murdering people. Formerly respected news outlets like ABC picked this shit up and ran with it because they are lazy hacks looking for ratings, like me, but they should know better since they went to college. It turns out there are no serial murdering clowns. Too good to be true. It’s just some stupid fucking amateur photography project. That string of words would draw a shrug if they were pictures of Hoffa’s corpse or Jennifer Lawrence’s clitoris with a little clown hat on it. John Wayne Gacy really trashed the medium for all the children and aspiring child molesters out there. This clown and his hipster photographer wife will most likely be killed wandering the gang infested streets of Wasco late at night by cholos who think he is The Legend of Quetzalcoatl or just some cracker asshole they feel like pummeling to death for wearing the wrong clown colors. I hope they take pictures.
By Lex October 15, 2014 @ 2:25 PM
Packer fans bitched at the beginning of the season how Olivia Munn new couple sex was ruining Aaron Rodgers as the Pack dropped to one win over the lowly Jets in their first three games. Though even the Munn semen draining comments were less acerbic than the cries to string Rodgers up on a ranch pole when everybody in rural Wisconsin was certain he was homosexual.
The Packers have since toppled their last three opponents which can only mean Olivia’s pulled her energy zapping vagina off the table. As much as anyone, she wants the Green and Gold might have the chance to lose in the playoffs for yet another year. Olivia’s always been considered the hot girl next door. The girl that guys want to be with and girls want to kick in the cunt because they’re jealous competitive alley cats who secretly despise Eurasians. That just makes her hotter. Olivia Munn cured Aaron Rodgers of his gay. Just imagine where she could take you if you started out fully onboard.
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