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Update the One dollar bill to reflect just how much its really worth these days! Its worth BONER! BONER you wage slaves!
Lets all give all our money to big brother! Lets pay taxes to a government that doesn’t represent the interests of it’s citizens and only protects the interests of corporations who exploit the citizens of the world over. Lets pay fines for breaking laws that were designed with the express intent of generating money! Pay insurance companies thousands of dollars…. hundreds of thousands of daollars over a lifetime and end up getting reimbursed a tenth of a percent. Lets pay into social security for 30+ years, not touch it until we’re 65 (if we LIVE to 65) and collect a fraction of it back for 5 years and get sick and die at the age of seventy! Yay!

When did America become a nation of frightened wimps? | Steve-olson.com

http://www.steve-olson.com/when-did-america-become-a-nation-of-frightened-wimps/

He’s right, we are pussies. Americans… we’re supposed to be hard-core, how in the fuck did we become such a bunch of fucking pussies, America?
If you really think about it, we’re supposed to be descended from all the people in Europe too crazy and reckless to stay behind. That’s our shared genetic heritage. Chinese people have yellow skin and almond eyes and strait black hair. Norwegians have blond hair and blue eyes and can’t pronounce the word “the”. AMERICANS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BRAVE.
Our ancestors got on wooden boats or steamers or rafts and braved unknown terrors to start a new life, because they were tired of people telling them what to do all day. Our shared genetic heritage is the “FUCK THIS SHIT MENTALITY” Thats what fueled manifest destiny. There were families in the 1790s that, when another family moved in within 10 miles of them, were like “fuck this we’re heading west again”. In the hills of Kentucky and later, the plains, if you had 10 people within the same amount of square miles, the colonials started feeling “crowded”.
Somewhere along the way we lost that; and it wasn’t a gradual thing either. It all happened within the last fifty years… cultural forces are shaping our behavior. Breaking our spirit. And directing all of the volatile personality quirks that ARE our American Heritage, into innocuous pursuits. We are under educated and constantly being fed television and news stories that inspire anti-intellectualism, fear and dependence on the federal government.
That is why we all want to drive our cars into telephone poles, and murder our bosses, and burn down city hall, and shoot up our classrooms, or offices. We are being forced to go against our programing. We aren’t being allowed to live the way we don’t even know we want to live.

CNN.com – Study: Fellatio may significantly decrease the risk of breast cancer in women – October 3, 2003

http://www.murdzplace.com/CNN.htm

This was hilarious. But for a real treat read the stumbler reviews. There are some real humorless wimp moron asshole douchebag tit fuck-nuts down there, who apparently have aching breasts and feel betrayed and lied to. I also like the morons who feel like fucking Einstein for realizing this is phony by the URL. “Oh just look at the URL, I’m such a fucking Einstein blah blah blah…”

DocBarleycorns reviews – StumbleUpon

http://docbarleycorn.stumbleupon.com/


Ol’ Doc Barleycorn… he kicks lick a mule and bites like a crocodile, with eyes as sharp as razor blades and skin that’s leather tanned. He’s harder than a coffin nail and has whiskey for breakfast. Plus he’s an honest to god throwback to a more violent, and vital time; and the man ain’t never gonna get ol’ Doc Barleycorn.

UPDATE: I will now coin the perfect word to describe ol’ Doc… are you ready? …. “Blogabilly”

Three-martini lunch – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three-martini_lunch

Bring it back! Fuck the tax write off, just bring the three-martini-lunch back. And while we’re at it, find me a bartender that actually knows how to make an Old Fashioned.
Seriously, bartenders of America take some fucking pride in your trade and learn how to mix this fucking drink. For that matter, have some fucking Bitters in your bar. They fucking make them to be put into mixed drinks, shouldn’t it be in the fucking Official-Fucking-Bar-Keeping-Code or something, to always have bitters in your fucking bar? What the fuck!
I always at least try. Every decent bar I’ve been in (not a pub, I only get beer in a pub {I’m not a complete asshole [though, enough of one to go for TRIPLE parentheses]}) I always test the waters by ordering an Old Fashioned, and with at least 200 tries, I’ve only gotten one moderately successful result; from a dive in Staten Island, a few miles from the Navy pier, mixed by a man that had to be over seventy years old.

Here it is, true believers, the proper way to mix an Old Fashioned:

Dissolve a small lump of sugar with a little water in a whiskey-glass;
add two dashes Angostura bitters, a small piece ice, a piece
lemon-peel, one jigger whiskey. Mix with small bar-spoon and serve,
leaving spoon in glass.

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It should look like a glass of aged-clogged-urinal-piss… Complete with unspeakables floating at the bottom.

What you’ll do is; put about a tsp of sugar in an “Old Fashioned” Glass, which is a sort of short stubby bar glass (probably like your dick, if you didn’t know) now you’ll pour only enough warm or hot water over it to dissolve that sugar… two tsp at the most. Now add a thin slice of orange and lemon (with peel) and a dash or two of Angostura bitters. At this point you “muddle” it up, with a spoon or some other short blunt object, mortar and pestle style. When you’ve made a thorough mess of the orange and lemon and dissolved the sugar, toss in three ice cubes and pour your whiskey or bourbon (about three shots) and stir. Top with a maraschino cherry, if you have a vagina, and enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: If this isn’t how you like to mix the old fashioned cocktail, FUCK YOU.