Pai vai a striptease e deixa filho de 5 anos dentro do caminhão

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Que filha da p***!! Não levou o menino pra ver o show? Que sacanagem…

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Today on Resonance FM:

Strip! – The art of Rian Hughes

Excerpt from Tales From Beyond Science, illustrated by Rian Hughes for 2000AD

Concluding our month of shows about ‘British Mavericks’, artists whose work is surprisingly avant-garde for the mainstream, Alex Fitch talks to comic book artist and graphic designer Rian Hughes about his work, from his early days in the small press and discovering European comics through Escape magazine to working on 2000AD and its spin off title, Revolver. Alex and Rian also talk about the latter’s reasons for becoming a full time graphic designer in the mid 90s and leaving comics for over a decade, before becoming interested in the medium once again over the last couple of years.

5pm 26/11/09, Resonance 104.4 FM (London) / streamed at www.resonancefm.com / podcast online tonight…

Links: Rian’s website – www.devicefonts.co.uk
Reviews of Rian’s 2000AD work and Yesterday’s Tomorrows collection
Pages on Rian Hughes at wikipedia and identifont.com
Video interview with Rian at the Veer design website

Related events:

Ben Templesmith signing – The Fantastic artist of 30 Days of Night and Fell, Ben Templesmith will be signing at Orbital on Thursday 26th November 2009 from 5-7pm.

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Laydeez do Comics : ART & COMICS
Monday 30 November 6.30-8.30pm

Guest Speaker: Mel Brimfield, artist and curator of The Comic Book Project talking about her work and leading a discussion on ‘ Need More Love’ by Aline Kominsky Crumb

The Sewing Room @ The Rag Factory
16-18 Heneage Street, London E1 5LJ
www.ragfactory.org.uk

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Comica final 2009 event:

Mamoru Oshii: The Sky Crawlers
The latest film from anime visionary Mamoru Oshii (Ghost In The Shell; Avalon).
Where: Cinema, ICA, The Mall, London
When: November 26, 2009 – from 8.30pm

More info at: www.comicafestival.com

Bob: Che noia… che tedio. – Sid: Piantala. – Bob: Dai, per favore fa qualcosa. – Sid: Ti costerà 20 euro. – Bob: Cosa? Vorresti dei soldi? – Sid: Preferiresti essere in debito di un favore e rischiare di dover uscire al posto mio con Molly? – Bob: Cerco il portafoglio.

Olá, 

sexta-feira tem minha performance no Drops Bar. Apareça! Estou te esperando. Beijos.

Drops Bar

Localizado em um casarão branco de 1932, o bar Drops, dos sócios João Wady e Cláudia Cordeiro, é uma ótima opção para um encontro agradável com amigos ou para esquentar antes da balada. Espalhados pela casa, estão sofás, móveis de centro e luminárias que dão um toque ainda mais retro ao ambiente. No cardápio há cervejas, caipirinhas e drinques que acompanham os pratos e petiscos super exclusivos da casa.

Rua dos Ingleses, 182 -  info 25034486 -  www.dropsbar.com.br/

Young Sexy Arabs

Young Sexy Arabs
This must be a whore house or an Arabian private party since there are 3-4 young wild Arab babes dancing and showing their hot pussies, sexy asses and small firm tits to the camera without any shame. Real hot!

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Since this blog so far is suffering from an overabundance of dicks — not that I have a problem with that — here is a set of pictures of Simone doing a solo striptease.  The great part about this is when she did this she was probably thinking that only Simon would see these.  Simone, meet the Internet.  Internet, meet Simone.

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Δείτε τη Gallery και σε Slideshow.

Vegas, baby…Vegas.

We landed in Vegas and the first thing I noticed, besides an endless sea of slot machines and video poker consoles, was a severe lack of clocks.

Time, it would seem, is frowned upon in Vegas.

It’s an interesting city, but from the street, it’s not too different than going to a Disney theme park in Orlando—only with more nudity.

At night the strip is awash in blinking neon. Seizure inducing, but incredible to see.

I don’t know how Hunter S. managed this town on hallucinogens.

Once the sun rises, however, the city looks different; used and abused, primarily by guests from afar. Litter fills every empty lot and lines the shoulder of most roads. Empty bottles, cigarette butts, fliers boasting the newest breast implants of some young girl with daddy issues—it covers the street like a ticker tape parade of filth.

Vegas by day is best spent nursing your hangover, quietly, in a hotel room.

But at night, it’s truly something to behold.

Like every movie ever made on the subject, the opulence is real. Each casino is larger than the last. Lions and tigers, dancing fountains, roller coasters and misplaced international landmarks—the new strip is an exercise in visual excess.

Our first night was spent in search of the old Vegas. Our good friend Dave and his brother Nick drove over from LA to act as our personal tour guides. They drove us down Vegas Blvd, past the Pyramids of the Luxor and the fountains of the Bellagio, beyond Ceasars Palace and towards Fremont—the original Vegas strip.

Sort of.

The old players are still there; the Golden Nugget, the Pioneer—The giant neon cowboy still stands tall, smoking his giant neon cigarette, overseeing his once great kingdom while the cowgirl reclines across the street in an eternal tease…but the thoroughfare has been closed to traffic, the night sky covered with a roof of animated lights.

It almost felt like a theme park version of the original Vegas.

But this is the part of Vegas where the shadows of the past stretch long—where Sinatra and the like drank until the wee hours of the morn.

And this is where I was going to raise a cocktail in their honor.

Now, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I prefer to gamble with my life, rather than my money.

Before last night, I had never set foot in a casino—anywhere. Neither Vegas, nor Reno—not even in my own hometown.

It’s just not my thing.

Walking through the casinos, you’d think my attitude towards gambling was shared by all—there was an air of desperation surrounding the tables. Nobody smiled. Nobody laughed.

This was serious business.

I imagine for some, it’s a matter of life or death with every hand dealt.

Watching them, it became clear why the windows don’t open in Vegas hotel rooms.

But dammit, man…this is Vegas.

So I found my way to the bar at the Nugget, slipped a fiver into the video blackjack machine and ordered a whiskey sour.

I lost it all before my drink was even mixed.

Another fiver at another bar, another whiskey sour.

This time, I hung on for a while. I never really went up or down too much.

Win one, lose two…have a drink..

Lose three win five…have another drink.

The longer I played, the more I learned something about myself:

I just don’t enjoy gambling—even when the stakes are low.

Even when I win.

I wasn’t even gambling with my own money.

Aside from the potential of a missed opportunity to take a sip from the cup of life—to fully experience Vegas, there were no risks.

And without risk, there’s no big payoff.

Without risk, all you can hope for is breaking even.

Up next: Hunka hunka burning love.

17 Nov 2009 A technology writer has assembled a group of fellow whizz kids to pose naked for a Nude London Tech charity calendar.

The Nude London Tech calendar features 24 tasteful portraits of London’s IT pioneers.

The photos show the men and women posing with strategically-placed laptops or wrapped in computer cables.

Organiser Milo Yiannopoulos said that he wanted to dispel the notion of internet entrepreneurs as being “unattractive geeks”, as well as raise money for charity.

Proceeds from the calendar go to Take Heart India, a charity that funds IT and business training for disabled people in India.

Mr Yiannopoulos said: “Someone suggested the idea as a joke, and I just thought why not. There is a perception that the people who run these internet startups are unattractive geeks, and I wanted to show that’s not the case. We are hoping to sell over 5,000, and are also working on an iPhone app.

”It’s about getting together entrepreneurs to raise money for an entrepreneurial charity.

“The charity doesn’t just dish out money in India – it educates and trains people to support their work skills.

“It was easy to persuade my friends to take part in the calendar as it’s raising money for such a good charity that promotes business skills.”

The team creating the calendar held a launch party at London club Sway on Monday night.

Hermione Way, 24, of news site techfluff.tv, posed for the calendar and said: “I have no regrets – the pictures are great. It was loads of fun for a good cause and I hope we raise lots of money.

“I really think that geeks are the rock stars of today, and hopefully this calender can help celebrate the geekiness of people. What could you want more for Christmas than a load of naked geeks on your wall?”

Nilanjana : water.

Vicky : (turning to her) Rohit, water..

Rohit takes a glass and drinks..

Vicky takes the glass and rather than drinking it pours the water right onto her saree.. on her chest.. water splashing just where her clevage would be.. Nilanjana closed her eyes as the chill ran down her body in utter shame… a tear or two dropped along her cheeks raising his hands up and up as the stream of water splashes with more and more force on her womanly mammaries. once glass is empty, Nilanjana’s saree is clinging to her breasts and showing off the black blouse as if saree was transparently not there..

Vicky : ohh sorry bhabhi.. i dropped water.. let me clean it up..(as Vicky pretended to pull out a hankerchief from his pocket).

Nilanjana : (turning away to avoid Vicky touching her) go to hell..

Vicky frowns and keeps back his hankerchief..

Nilanjana heaves a sigh of relief though she does not show it. She still acts to be irritated but forced lady and pretending that Vicky’s tricks cannot prick into her mind.

Vicky : so bhabhi, we begin in your bedroom..

Nilanjana looks up bt remains silent.. she was expecting it. Her bedroom was just an addition.

Vicky : can you take us to your bedroom?

Nilanjana looks at him.. her saree was still clinging to her body.. and she had not bothered to move it away.

she turned and walked to her bedroom. not bothering the two men following her..

as they enter the bedroom.. she switches on the lights..

Vicky : bhabhi, so clean, seems no one slept in here since ages..

Nilanjana ignores his comments.. Vicky goes and switches on the AC.

Vicky : so when was the last time you slept with brother here?

Nilanjana (shot back) : this is none of your..

Vicky : anything i ask is my business, you get me??

Nilanjana looked at Vicky in defeated hatred, but still fill of pride that she was fighting despite being prisoner of lost war.

Vicky : now, when was the last time you made out with brother in this bed?

Nilanjana was stunned at the deeper, more aimed question.

she mumbled something..

Vicky : i did not hear anything, you know what happens when i dont get what I want..dont you? being good and specific would be better for you..

Nilanjana : day before yesterday..

Vicky : crazy guys.. you go about it even in days..

Nilanjana looked up at Vicky.. she did not want to argue or take it more over.. she just wanted it to finish..

Vicky : is brother able to satisfy you bhabhi with his small…?

Nilanjana : SHUT UP, he is your elder brother..

Vicky : ohh bhabhi, ok.. i will be more direct.. so many years, why have you not been able to bear a child??

Nilanjana (shooting back) : this is none of your..(broken by Vicky)

Vicky : ahahh.. my business.. I got my answer bhabhi.. probably you should take him to a good doctor..

Nilanjana: what?? shut up..

Vicky : i can understand bhabhi, now you will not have to worry.. you will be mother to your own nephew..he he..

Nilanjana had no option but to look down on the inevitable and amazingly direct threat.. inevitable till she does not act or there is some help coming from her fate..

Vicky : bhabhi, where is ur makeup kit..

Nilanjana : why?

Vicky : you look horrible after all those tears running down your cheeks.

Nilanjana : i will freshen up and come..

Vicky : wait bhabhi, take this.. Rohit!!!

Rohit pulls out a cheap looking makup kit from the bag.. it seemed used heavily and repeatedly .. and roughly.. also added couple of real bright shaded golden and deep red lipsticks.

Nilanjana surprisingly looks at the extensivity of the preparedness these two men had come with.. they seemed regular at their jobs.

Vicky : bhabhi, to help you we got these.. opening the deep bright red shade lipstick..

Nilanjana : what?? I am NOT going to apply this..

Vicky : dont worry, I will apply that myself on you..

Nilanjana looked at Vicky. For the first time, her eyes were pleading him. She looked on as Rohit emptied the cheap but extensive makeup kit on the table. She could identify the makeup base, roos, lipsticks, kajal brushes and various shades of eye liners.

From a free lady till few minutes ago, Nilanjana was now reduced to a slut. So much so, right now she was wondering what was in store for her. Vicky had hand on her most sensitive nerve and could wreck her whole life without injuring her. He had turned her into a slut without even stripping a single cloth off her body. And now here she was, standing in front of her brother in law, whom she had publically accused of making sexual advances on her, in her own bedroom, waiting for him to apply makeup on her.

Vicky : Sit here bhabhi. (pointing to the stool).

Nilanjana : please Vicky.

Vicky : hurry up bhabhi, we dont have all day to do this..

Nilanjana reluctanly lowered herself on the stool in front of the mirror. She daily used this stool and mirror while applying her daily makeup, but today the mirror would witness something else. But there was something else she could see in the mirror. Rohit was setting up the video camera. Startled she turned around. Vicky realized that she had seen it and smiled in his mind. What Nilanjana did not realize is that the camera was on and whatever she was going to say now was also getting recorded.

Nilanjana : no please, dont take the camera. I am doing anything that you want. But not the camera please..

Vicky : bhabhi, we agreed to do the blue film..

Nilanjana : but no recording of events Vicky.

Vicky : then what is a blue film?

Nilanjana : I will do everything you ask for..

Vicky : now, now, I am surprised when you say you will object to recording when we make a blue film.. I dont know what else you will object to… I want to understand what you mean by everything..

Nilanjana : I will do everything, everything, you ask for .. just no camera please..

Vicky : can you detail out, everything, please..

Nilanjana : everything means… huh.. it means. everything..

Vicky : no no.. please detail so that we are on the same page..

Nilanjana : (feeling bit uncomfortable to detail everything.)

Vicky : you are not keeping your promise bhabhi.. how can i trust you will do somethings, which you dont even want to say.. Maybe i should call..

Nilanjana : no no.. i will… stammering… i will strip in front of both of u..

Vicky : and??

Nilanjana : and?? …. and i will .. dance for you..

Vicky : (smiling on her) dance naked??

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : and??

Nilanjana : and?? …and…. and sleep with both of you..

Vicky : in your own bedroom??

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : in your own bed??

Nilanjana : (getting bit irritated) yes..

Vicky : will you kiss me in your bed too..

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : where?

Nilanjana : on your lips..

Vicky : i also want it on my pole..

Nilanjana : ok.. i will..

Vicky : what you will..

Nilanjana : i will kiss you.. there..

Vicky : where??

Nilanjana : (now visibly irritated) i will kiss you on your pole..

Vicky : will you remember your husband??

Nilanjana : no.

Vicky : what if your husband comes to know of it..

Nilanjana : (suddenly irritation replaced by pleading in her voice) no no.. please dont let him know this.. i will do everything.. please dont let..

Vicky : will the pole meet the hole??

Nilanjana : (not answering)…

Vicky : will the pole meet the hole??

Vicky seemed to be enjoy bargaining with Nilanjana on the receiving end.. she had no option but to concede everything he asked for..

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky was enjoying making her say things she would never have said.. and above all this was all getting recorded..

Nilanjana : (her eyes begging for this to be completed) damn yes.. .. pole will get the ho….

Vicky : hmmm.

Nilanjana : please but no recording please..

Vicky : but after all we recorded everything till now..

Nilanjana : (confused) what?

Vicky : yeah Rohit show her..

Rohit rewinds the tape and shows Nilanjana the recordings of her leaning on Vicky as he helps her wear those high heeled bright red slutty sandals.. she was surprised..

the recording further moves to seconds back. when she was detailing those ‘everything’ tasks that she was planning to do for them.. in her own bed.. behind her husband.. she was pleading them not to tell her husband.. the camera had very less volume on playback, but her words were banging in her head.

Vicky : bhabhi, this recording is enough for us to prove worth of your values..

Nilanjana : (seemingly angry) damn you.. recording secretly.. who will beleive you..

Vicky : nothing in this recording which shows u being forced.. you seemed to be acting like a real slut..

Nilanjana : destroy this recording or..

Vicky : or.??

Nilanjana remained silent.. nothing she could do or say.. she was helpless and had stepped into a deeper mess..

Vicky : (his voice declaring and announcing) NOW THIS TAPE WILL TAKE EVERYTHING THAT COMES NOW.. (MasalaMan, 2009)

Ted: Altre quattro ore senza fumare. Non resisto! Non resisto! – Bob: Ted controllati, sembri un tossico in crisi di astinenza. – Bob: Dammela! Dammela! Dammela!

Sorry there wasn’t one last week … had a brake … but back to normal now. More HERE.

Bob: Signorina mi scusi, manca tanto all’atterraggio? quest’attesa è noiosa. – Hostess: Ancora qualche minuto di pazienza, c’è molto traffico aereo su questo scalo. – Bob: Ok, ma potrebbe chiedere al comandante qualche acrobazia con l’aereo tanto per distrarci? – Bob: Magari un tonneau a botte? – Bob: Almeno un paio di zig zag!

This is a classic youtube video that you’ve all probably seen. I think it’s funny, but most of all –check out the knockers on this chick!

Here is something completely different, but a funny one too…

Reći da je u Bihaću bilo  sjajno zvuči podcjenjeno jer ta izjava ne odražava dovoljno nivo mog oduševljenja cijelom manifestacijom.

Nemam ništa protiv drugarske organizacije iz OKC Abrašević… naprotiv, da oni s početka godine nisu uradili tako dobar posao predstavljanja Amnezije ja vjerovatno ne bih putovao Bosnom predstavljajući našu izložbu… ali šta su momci iz Bihaća uradili… to je jednostavno podiglo ljestvicu kvalitetne organizacije i gostporimstva na jedan posve novi, viši, nivo.

Izložba je ista kao i iz Sarajeva i Mostara stoga se tu nema šta novo reći. No doček, tj. manifestacija Dani Bišća u sklopu koje se održava izložba, je besprijekorna.

Dami i Alen, organizatori iste, imaju odličnu, kako bi se to reklo, “žicu”, za organizovanje kulturne manifestacije. A Dom Kulture vjerovatno je najbolji koji sam do sada vidio.

Sarajevo? Pffft! Nemojte me nasmijavati. Raspuknuću vaš balon od sapunice ubjeđenja da je Sarajevo grad kulture. Kako-da-ne. Postaviti izložbu u Sarajevu značilo je mnogo truda i novca da bi na kraju na otvorenju bilo petero ljudi koje mahom svi mi čiji su radovi izloženi znamo.

U Mostaru za sada, koliko znam, niko ne crta stripove i bilo je više svijeta. U Bihaću opet puno svijeta (plus što je izložba u foajeu kroz koji svi gosti moraju proći na putu ka salama gdje se održavaju manifestacije) s tim da je ovdje ovaj put bilo i vrsnih strip crtača.

Sjajna organizacija, sjajan smještaj (OKC Abrašević ima UN kontejnere na krovu i spavanje u njima dok vani pada kiša je jedno nezaboravno i divno iskustvo, no dobiti cijelu dvokrevetnu sobu u hotelu je nešto posve drugačije i podjednako zadovoljavajuće) sjajni gosti, sjajni strip crtači (Elvir Terzić iz Bosanske Krupe pod hitno treba objaviti strip album!)…

Hvala vam bišćani! Na svemu! Na sjajnom provodu zbog kojeg šest, ovaj, dvanaest, sati vožnje autobusom djeluje kao 12 minuta!

Ne mogu dočekati da dođem ponovo!

Za kraj evo par fotki iz onog istog ušljivog mobitela. Nije mnogo, znam, lica se ne prepoznaju (u redu je Emire, ne moraš to pisati), no biće više fotki dok uganjam sve koji su imali foto aparat sa sobom i slikali dok sam ja otvarao izložbu, potpisivao Amneziju i slično.

I ne, ovaj put niko nije mahnuo album.
Ne znam je li to dobra ili loša stvar!