Don’t call and ask if you can use my models free of charge without paid travel or anything because rejection almost always offends. I had a random guy who is a friend of a friend that I’v never even met call me and ask if we can cast for him when i told hom the rates he said ‘what. your gonna charge me?’ Of course I’m gonna charge you you are have no reference value and i dont even know you so why would I do you the favour knowing fully well that you obviously do not rate the services we provide or you would have had no qualms with paying.

We have some of the hottest and most professional models in the industry www.face4music.com

WATCH THE VIDEO …FUCK YOU PAY ME!!

C’mon!!! Seriously?!?! Does it REALLY have to be this hard to get a job?!?!

There is only so much television one person can watch; there are only so many times the PS2 can be played; there are only so many games of internet spades that can be played before they all get old. What really pisses me off is the “waiting game”
potential employers make you play. You know this game…fill out application–wait. Schedule an interview–wait. Get a second interview–wait. Then WAIT some more. Hey asshole…if you’re gonna tell the public you’re hiring; how about you do us all a favor and hire the first qualified applicant that walks in the door. Cut the shit, and get your job postings out of the public eye. I have bills; and guess what–I LIKE TO EAT!! SORRY…it’s a habit I’ve formed ever since I was violently extracted from my mother, decades ago. Is it too much to ask for (a job)?!?! Because I WANT to work; I WANT to show up. All I’m thinking at the end of the week is that line from “GOODFELLAS”: “Fuck you, pay me!

Someones getting suied

Taken from Time magazine

A KFC to Give the Colonel Indigestion

“The Colonel was a visionary,” Mirwais says. “He was the first to envision fried chicken as a commercial food. I see myself as the Afghan Colonel Sanders.” Indeed, Mirwais’ chicken tastes, at least to the expatriate palate, remarkably similar to its American inspiration — and he’s not disclosing the source of his recipe.”

“Mirwais is not the only Afghan pretender to the Colonel Sanders mantle in Kabul. Another is Jamshed, who uses only one name, and runs one of three rival KFCs. Jamshed’s recipe for success includes more than just a secret combination of herbs and spices. Young men are drawn like flies to the music videos blasting out of his store’s open doors; the slack-jawed patrons watching Shakira, onscreen, writhing while covered alternately in mud, men, and nothing are sampling a bite-size package of Western decadence.

Jamshed spits a bit when he talks — hopefully he cooks in silence. He claims that after being told by the (real) KFC regional HQ in Lahore, Pakistan, that opening a franchise in Kabul would cost him a few hundred thousand dollars, he opted to go the pirate route. He claims to have bought the U.S.-based KFC’s secret fried chicken recipe on the black market for $1,200, although obviously that claim can’t be verified. “You can get anything at the bazaar in Pakistan,” he says. And he filched real KFC iconography off the Internet for his restaurant’s promotional materials and decorations.”

CHICKEN REIGNS SUPREME OVER NEARLY EVERY ONE?

rappaz are in danja, mad cholesterol in that chicken. who cares? not me, not luda and not diddy

They only place in Newcastle that served proper fried chicken has shut its doors. everywhere else is a pale, damp battered imitation.

R.I.P Desi fried chicken.

Your time was short and unappreciated by the dirty goffic mosher skins generation that now inhabit Newcastle college. With out a broken garden table on your patio you could never capitalise on the truants, boggers and dirty tabbers.

Long live Desi fried chicken,

the peoples fried chicken ,

the fried chicken of hearts.

2008-2009

Take energy drinks for example, the Polish Tiger energy drink looks and tastes like your stock energy drink clone, blue red and silver packaging, radioactive color ect all for half the price of your normall can of red bull (all those a4 paper planes must be hitting the swiss marketing budget hard). Its difference, and winning quality, however is exactly in the area Redbull would probably see themselves as dominant in.While they concentrate on losing f1 races, TIGER have a more subtle, direct and generally more Polish marketing program.

There only endorsment and the brands name sake is Darek “Tiger” Michalczewski, despite appearing like one of the bigg markets out of shape entry/exit technicians on the side of the can, he is infact one of Polands favorate sons, Darek “Tiger” Michalczewski, a boxer who came within one victory of tying Rocky Marciano’s all-time record for an undefeated record by a world championship boxer.

he aint fought yet, this is just the effect of his drink

the story of Tiger is a touching one, coming from a poor family in down trodden communist Poland, surviving the only way a man knows how – by using his fists.

I cant do his increadible story justice so ill hand the job over to the only man I Know capable of doing so, Mark Wahlberg AKA MARKEY MARK.

Although these are PANTS, markey mark wouldnt be caught dead in these

Back in the mid 90′s mark was Dareks close personell friend and he felt so moved by his tale he gave up modeling underkegs and getting his man tits out to record the inspirational song “NO MERCY”

no mercy , marky mark, 1995 – who said nu rave wouldnt last?

to further stick the boot in their new look bottle has been designed by porsche (daaaaaaamn, son!) and if you watch the tv adverts on their website youll see that they whole heartedly support and expect the drink to induce rioting and sexual assault!

so who you gonna trust? a man with a record of 48 wins (38 knockouts) in 50 matches or a puff in a milkfloat?

“What up black?”

“nuthin, just stabin some kids”

This Sale Is On For The Holidays Only

Hey Karl… do that little dance you’re so good at…

Even arms dealers can have bad days…

It has come to our attention that some of our customers have not received their Triple Bogey orders. After some investigation and some strange deliveries back to us, we’ve come to the conclusion that Canada Post employees are sporting some of our shirts. That’s right, Canada Post has stolen our shirts right out of the packages and sent the empty packages right back to the company. What are we… living in Mexico. Fuck Canada Post employees. Buy the shirts you overpaid under worked, unionized pieces of shit.

Hey look… it’s a cowards car…

Typical Canada Post employees mullin’ around waiting for our shirt deliveries…

The “new” Canada Post offices to better reflect their employee conduct…

Cops are on their way….

Another beautiful execution from Analogue.ca and Sean Mitchell. Triple Bogey is a design driven company. That’s why we’re raising eyebrows in the golf world.

In an almost stunning turn of events — considering our recent track record with this sort of thing — John Beilein sent WVU a check for $290,000. This represented the first installment of the $1.5 million he owes the school due to his contract buyout.

Beilein made the first payment “under protest” and again expressed his displeasure with the liquidated damages clause. He called it “unenforceable” and said it is “grossly disproportional to any actual damages that may have been incurred by the University and is void as a matter of public policy.”

Beilein also left open the possibility he might contest the settlement in the future.

“At this time, I have chosen not to initiate legal proceedings to declare the Agreement and the related liquidated damages provision in the Employment Agreement void but reserve my right to seek future action,” he wrote.

“I urge the University to stop using the liquidated damages provision in its employment contracts because such provisions are illegal, onerous, and violate public policy.”

Eh, who cares. As long as the check clears, he can huff and puff all he wants.

To be honest with you, I would be disappointed if he didn’t. After all, he’s stuck in a basketball quagmire in Ann Arbor while CBH might have a Final Four caliber team in Morgantown next year.

This does, however, officially move Beilein below Rodriguez on the WVU hate power rankings. Here is the updated list:

1. Rich Rodriguez
2. Adolph Hitler
3. Josef Stalin
4. Yanni
5. John Beilein

As long as the check clears.

[Mike Casazza @ Daily Mail]

“Who will plant this?” she asked.

“Not I,” said the cat.

“Not I,” said the goose.

“Not I,” said the rat.

“Then I will,” said Little Red Hen.

So she buried the wheat in the ground. After a while it grew up yellow and ripe.

“The wheat is ripe now,” said Little Red Hen. “Who will cut and thresh it?”

“Not I,” said the cat.

“Not I,” said the goose.

“Not I,” said the rat.

“Then I will,” said Little Red Hen.

So she cut it with her bill and threshed it with her wings.

Then she asked, “Who will take this wheat to the mill?”

“Not I,” said the cat.

“Not I,” said the goose.

“Not I,” said the rat.

“Then I will,” said Little Red Hen.

So she took the wheat to the mill, where it was ground.

Then she carried the flour home.

“Who will make me some bread from this flour?” she asked.

“Not I,” said the cat.

“Not I,” said the goose.

“Not I,” said the rat.

“Then I will,” said Little Red Hen.

So she made and baked the bread.

Then she said, “Now we shall see who will eat this bread.”

“We will,” said cat, goose, and rat.

“I am quite sure you would,” said Little Red Hen, “if you could get it.”

Then she called her chicks, and they ate up all the bread.

There was none left at all for the cat, or the goose, or the rat.

Lesson learned… there is always a price to pay.

Subaru’s are the shit….