*Books: Vladimir Nabokov’s son Dmitri ignored his father’s dying request and instead of destroying his unfinished work upon his death, he published it. (Somewhat related is this Lolita-inspired coffee table.) On “Original of Laura.” I ask that upon my death, both my unpublished AND published work be destroyed. Thank you all. [3quarks]

*Video: Here’s some video of the Air Sex World championships. It’s both odd and probably not safe for work. And it has nerds with beards. And umbrellas. And a guy named Dick Oxygen. But it’s not as good as it sounds. Weird, I know.

*Nostalgia: For some reason, I love that this incredibly long interview with Vanilla Ice starts off with lyrics from his most famous song. You know, to set the tone. Huh? [mefi]

*Blogging: The format of this new music blog, Left As Rain, is interesting. Setting humility aside for a moment, I think my style would be suited to it. [notcot]

*Art: Olivier Kosta-Théfaine uses a cigarette lighter to burn incredible images into ceilings. I once carved “K-Ball” into a high-school commons wall. Peer pressure. [neatorama]

*Lists: eMusic lists their Top 100 albums of the decade. Wow; The Hold Steady comes in at number two. [spincity]

*Sales: This vending machine sells ideas for $.50. I have been thinking about a similar micro-business: A person would friend me on Facebook and tell me his or her screen names on various social networking sites. I would then examine the person’s digital identity and write up an objective assessment of what his or her spirit object is. [adverlab]

*Meta: I tumblr’d ONE POSSIBLE explanation of my magazine/toilet avatar.

A Koh Chang il clima e’ torrido, cosi’ torrido che non hai bisogno del tetto… nel bagno!

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In Koh Chang there is a torrid climate, so torrid that you don’t need a roof… in the toilet!

Dear Ladies (and those men out there who pee sitting down),

I have learned a lesson my lovelies, my little love flies. Once again I have dropped my (2nd) cell phone in the toilet. I have gone all my cell phone years without any major mishaps and then two major ones in the span of less than a month. Lesson learned is this: Never stash your phone in your back pocket or if your going to do this learn how to pee standing up. Or, maybe always wear pants with back pocket flaps that close with a button or two. Well, if you are the wiser and already know of this cell phone no no, hooray. Maybe I can use your back up phone next time I drop mine in a toilet.

Toilet: Owned.

With Christmas creeping up on us faster than an electric shaver on Chad Kroeger, everyone is talking about holiday traditions. My family has some awesome stuff going on under this category, but I’m not feeling the Christmas-y vibe just yet, and I don’t think that not buying my brother a birthday present counts as a “family tradition”, or a tradition at all, though I have been going strong for at least 10 years, minus last year, when I accidentally found my heart at the LCBO and put together a Jägerbomb-making kit for the fucker. So. I’m going to blog about a toilet instead (naturally).

So, I learned two things:

1. If you want something done right, do it yourself.
2. I am awesome. Because I can fix a toilet.

I felt totally full of myself for at least a good day afterward.

The end.

C.R. Nelson’s sense of humor usually provides some of the lighter moments during Andover’s city council meetings. That was the case yet again this week, when the Councilman brought up a public urination ordinance.

Nelson was told it wasn’t yet time to address that ordinance. “Sorry,” Nelson said. “As usual, I will do my best to hold it.”

That led to a few snickers, and there was a minute or two when mayor Ben Lawrence was trying so hard not to laugh he was unable to speak. But when the ordinance finally came up on the agenda, it was no laughing matter. Nelson made a motion to have the ordinance reworded by the city attorney with some leeway toward private golf courses. His reasoning was it was unrealistic to think the Andover police would come running every time a golfer relieved himself.

Caroline Hale of the City Council said she thought people would take advantage if the ordinance was reworded, and didn’t share Nelson’s concerns about wasting the time of the police. “I don’t think they’re going to be going out to enforce the golfers, who are hopefully hidden … if they’re doing something like this,” Hale said. “On the other hand, if there was someone on a golf course who was up close to a clubhouse or something in real public view, and maybe their behavior was affected by drinking or something anyway, that they would be saved because of that ordinance. … I think it’s common sense.”

Responded Nelson: “I appreciate the common sense the city has and I expect that to remain. However, I cannot think of a worse decision by a city council to pass an ordinance because it won’t be enforced.” J.R. Jessen of the Council, who is a golfer, then joined in.

“My thought process here is that it would be private golf courses,” he said. “In public golf courses you could get someone walking in someone’s backyard …. Private golf courses people have more respect than on public golf courses.”

Council member Julie Reams had a quick response, “Not when they’re drunk,” she said. “With all due respect, they don’t care where they are. They’ll pee wherever.”

Said Nelson: “Is this the liquor license statute? What are we talking about here? … It has nothing to do with alcohol.”

When it came to a vote, Nelson and Jessen voted to change the ordinance, while Hale, Reams and Sheri Geisler voted to keep it the way it was written. (Councilman Dave Tingley was not there.) Because it needed four votes to pass, Lawrence was asked to vote, he sided with the women, and the ordinance passed 4-2. “Sorry guys,” Lawrence said. “I do understand your point. … But my mother would kill me.”

“The reality is that both men and women will relieve themselves when necessary on a golf course whether they drink or not,” Nelson said. “I hate to get a law on the books where an overreation could occur. I know some people who can’t wait to find a violation of the law so they can call the cops, and here we go. What does a police officer do? In my opinion, he can’t ignore it. … I think there’s a tendency to say that anybody who has enough time to play golf – something bad ought to happen to them. The reality is a lot of people play golf and it’s a four to five hour program and (restrooms) aren’t available.”

Andover Police Chief Mike Keller said there hasn’t really been a problem with public urination – or window peeping, which was on the same ordinance. “We were just cleaning up a mistake that was made probably several years and ago and get it on the books,” Keller said. “I didn’t anticipate this kind of discussion. But I think it was good discussion. I think all the city council members made some good points. We don’t want have an ordinance that’s going to put an officer in a position where they have to make a choice. Either it’s illegal or legal. But police officers use discretion all the time on what the intent of the law is.”

SOURCE: Andover Scoofire

Apparently Google is more than just the world’s most used search engine. It’s also “Super elastic, soft, smooth. Highly absorbent, for you always!”

Via The Huffington Post

Social Media Monitoring in Just 60-Seconds. Guaranteed!

I was with Chris in our local shopping centre. We were meeting up with his mom because we had said we’d look after his little brother for the day. He seemed really happy to see us but Chris’ mom didn’t look well. She looked like she was quite ill. We brought Chris’ little brother into a big department store where everyone liked to hang out.

Chris had to go to the toilet so it was just me and his little brother. But then he said he needed to go to the toilet too. He ran off to the bathrooms and I realised I shouldn’t just wait for him to come back, I should wait outside the toilets. I legged it up to the toilets like it was an emergency or something and I was out of breath when I got there.

I met a girl who I used to go to school with but we’d had a fight and hadn’t spoken in years. She was wearing our uniform from work so I asked her had she gotten a job in the cinema. She started going on and on about it and how much she loved it and how great it was that we’d be working together and so on. I couldn’t get away from her but when I finally did, both Chris’ brother was back from the toilet and hadn’t noticed me standing outside.

This is where it gets kind of disturbing. I went to join Chris’ brother back in the main part of the shop. He was sitting on the ground with his arms around his knees looking really really scared. It was clear something had happened but I didn’t know what. I ran up to him and when I reached him I found out that these guys who were sitting behind him had poured something on him, like oil but I’m not sure what exactly it was. I picked him up and held him in my arms while absolutely screaming at the guys. Chris came up at this point and told me to leave them as cleaning up his brother was the priority. I knew he was right so we took him back to the bathrooms.

The dream skips a bit then because the next bit has me meeting Chris on his break from work. It looked more like McDonald’s than a cinema though. I had bought chocolate nuggets (and spent ages picking them out) to share with him on his break. Our manager and another worker were standing beside us though so I offered some chocolate to them. Chris made a face at me as if to say I was sucking up to the manager so I stuck my tongue out at him. Our manager took some chocolate but the other woman said she had gone off chocolate ever since she had gotten a bad box of it one Christmas. I think that was the end of it.

I was so frightened for Chris’ brother, I woke up feeling horrible. I guess even though it was just a dream I felt responsible for it.

Dreamer xxx

Vagina toilet sendiri atau “valeri” mungkin masih terdengar asing di telinga Anda. Ini merupakan rangkaian kegiatan membersihkan organ intim wanita yang telah aktif secara seksual. Karena itu, manfaatnya sangat besar bagi kesehatan reproduksi wanita.

Meski awalnya kegiatan ini lebih baik dilakukan dokter yang terlatih, Anda pun bisa melakukannya sendiri. Mudah kok, usai diajarkan, tinggal berlatih, selesai.

Pertama–tama, siapkanlah air bersih (sebaiknya memakai air kemasan), handuk bersih, pastikan Anda tidak sedang haid, bersihkan ujung kuku dan potong kuku agar pendek dan tidak tajam saat membersihkan, jika Anda sedang sakit tundalah kegiatan ini dan konsultasikan ke dokter.

Setelah semua persiapan selesai, bersihkan tangan dengan sabun, rilekskan diri, berdiri rileks dengan satu kaki ditumpu di atas kloset duduk dan satu di lantai. Anda juga bisa melakukan posisi lain sesuai yang Anda mau.

Mulailah dengan mengguyur area luar vagina, lalu di kedua lipatan bibir luar dan dalam vagina dengan air bersih mengalir, bila diperlukan bisa menggunakan sabun. Setelah itu regangkanlah bibir labia luar dan dalam hingga menemukan liang vagina dan mulailah membersihkan dan mengguyur liang vagina dengan air bersih mengalir. Perlu diingat bahwa di bagian ini Anda tidak boleh menggunakan sabun untuk membersihkannya. Perlahan letakkanlah jari tengah dengan lembut di liang vagina dan dalam kondisi rilaks masukkan dengan sangat lembut jari tengah Anda ke dalamnya hingga menyentuh serviks/rahim Anda.

Lanjutkanlah pembersihan dengan menelusuri seluruh serviks, forniks hingga seluruh dinding vagina dengan gerakan melingkar dan mengusap lembut sambil mengarahkan jari tengah keluar vagina.

Tanpa mengeluarkan seluruh jari tengah, bilas jari tengah yang kotor dan berlendir dengan air mengalir. Untuk membersihkannya dapat dibantu ibu jari. Bila jari tengah sudah bersih, masukkan lagi jari ke liang vagina dan ulangi gerakan pembersihan tadi sampai tidak lagi terdapat kotoran di seluruh bagian dari organ intim atau sampai jari tengah merasakan kesat.

Perlahan keluarkanlah jari tengah dengan lembut dari vagina, bersihkan jari tengah, tangan dan bibir labia luar vagina dengan sabun dan air bersih. Setelah itu keringkan dengan handuk bersih dengan menempelkan dan menekan dengan lembut, tidak perlu Anda usap– usapkan.

Lakukanlah metode ini kapanpun dan dimanapun diinginkan. Utamakan setelah melakukan hubungan intim serta secara rutin lakukanlah setelah 2 – 3 hari “bersih “ dari menstruasi. Minimal rutinkanlah seminggu sekali saat Anda sedang tidak haid. Jangan lupa jika Anda menemukan kelainan segera hubungi dokter untuk membicarakannya lebih lanjut.

Daddy Gives His Little Girl an Enema
Guest published by Daddy

Between both of our busy schedules I have not been able to give my little girl an enema for quite some time. A few months ago at Efest West I bought some organic coffee grounds to give her a coffee enema on a special occasion. I figured now was the time since it had been so long.

I called her earlier in the day and asked her not to drink anything with a lot of caffeine in it. I did not want her to get a caffeine overload since I know that she does not drink it regularly. As some of you may or may not know, things put up the butt absorb into the body more quickly and fully then ingesting it.

When I arrived we spent a little time chatting and catching up on our week. I told her it was time for her enema. I started off playing with her pussy and ass. It’s been awhile since we had done any anal play other then enemas and I felt like I was falling down on my butt play responsibilities with her. I think we both got a little over zealous playing with both her holes at once and stretched her poor little butthole a little too fast. So needless to say that part ended a little sooner than I would have liked.

So we moved on to the first enema of two this evening. This one was just a plain water one with a bit of soap. She took it like a trooper as always. Although I have to say with hardly any complaining, this might explain a bit of what happened later on. After she expelled the first enema we played around with a little fucking, gagging, and choking.

I decided it was time for the coffee one. I started to boil the coffee in some water and let it cook for a good eight minutes. Once it had cooled down a little I had her poor it through a coffee filter while I held it over the bag.

I started to give her the enema when I realized something was wrong with my rig. The inline bulb that I use was not working properly. It seems as though the one-way valve in it stopped working. That bummed me out but I had one of the sexiest asses I have ever known waiting for her enema, so I ripped the bulb out and pressed on.

Once she had at least half of the enema in I started to play with her pussy again. I got her so worked up that she was begging to have Daddy’s cock in her. And then a though came to mind, I knew how to make her start complaining and yet not want me to stop. She was lying on her back on this futon like chair; I had been fucking her for a few minutes already. I pulled her legs up to her chest and rested my weight on them while I continued to fuck her even more and harder. She started whimpering and whining about how her tummy hurt and I would just respond with ether “I can stop fucking you if you like” or “I’ll stop once the bag is empty. To the first one she would say no, as I suspected. I know my little girl very well and she would live with Daddy’s cock in her 24/7 if she could. To the second one she would say how could she take anymore with Daddy pushing into her stomach like that, and I would of course say “who’s problem is that?.”

We continued our little fun until the bag was empty. I knew she would suck the water in no matter what I did to her. My little girl loves her enemas and would never want to waste one no matter what!

Cathay Pacific says its fleet of Airbus planes has been hit by a spate of mysterious toilet blockages.

The problem has been so serious that one flight from Riyadh had to land in Mumbai when the crew discovered none of the plane’s 10 toilets were working.

In other cases, the number of passengers boarding flights had to be restricted because of toilet problems.

Airbus engineers are now fitting new toilet pipes to the airline’s fleet and carrying out deep cleaning.

Cathay spokeswoman Carolyn Leung said although the exact cause of the blockages was unclear, passengers themselves may be partly to blame.

“You would be amazed what we find in the pipes when we clean the system – not just face towels but medicine bottles, socks, items of clothing and even children’s stuffed toys,” she said.

The toilets use high-speed vacuum pipes to take waste at up to 110km/h (68mph) into a holding tank, which is then emptied between flights.

Any blockage usually affects all the toilets on one side of an aircraft.

Samak finds food and politics don't mix

Former Thai Prime Minister Samak Sundaravej died yesterday. He succumbed to liver cancer in Bangkok’s Bumrungrad Hospital, aged 74.

Samak was PM when I moved to Thailand in April last year. He was quite a character and his presence – along with the movements of his rivals and his interactions with the press – could at times be quite comic, if not downright farcical. Before Thai politics turned sour with mob protests, airports seiges and coups, it could even be quite fun to read about Samak’s exploits.

He was the first of three PMs in my time here (three leaders in 19 months in itself is an indictment of the state of Thai politics) and by far the most memorable. He was nowhere near as photogenic as current PM Abhisit Vejjajiva, nor was he anything like as polite as his successor, Somchai Wongsawat, but that is precisely why he made his mark. He behaved aggressively, he was beligerent to the media, he sulked in public, he was unafraid to belittle people if he felt they deserved it, he was stoic in the face of political pressure – and his hardened appearance matched these, ahem, qualities.

In deeply-divided Thailand, he certainly had his critics and enemies. It was his very presence as PM – and the fact that he was an open supporter of Thaksin Shinawatra and his ideology – that sparked the “yellow shirt” protests of the People’s Alliance for Democracy (PAD), who laid seige to the grounds of Government House for weeks while Samak was in charge, and which ultimately – under Somchai’s premiership – led to deaths and the one-week closure of Bangkok’s two airports, causing untold damage to the nation’s economy and reputation.

But I respected Samak’s single-mindedness in the face of such pressure, with not only the PAD but also significant political commentators calling for his head. Not for him the weak attempts to appease all of successor Somchai, whose two and a half months in office were among the more forgettable even in a country known for the transciency of its leaders. Nor for him the squeaky clean, ever-smiling PR profile of Abhisit, who was surely appointed (notice I didn’t say elected) more for his appearance and undoubted charisma than for any heavyweight political credentials.

No, Samak told it the way he saw it, and while that of course didn’t mean he was always right, it did at least show he had the courage of his convictions, and to express himself publicly without first needing a spin doctor to polish his words.

Now, as stated before, I’m not a political analyst. This is not my area of strength, although like most people I have my own political opinions. But the news of Samak’s passing gave me cause to remember some of his more colourful moments.

Cake-eating cat

First of all, before the squabbling erupted into violent demonstrations, there was the usual tit-for-tat name-calling in Government House, with one opposition politician (I forget her name) bringing Samak to task for his choice of cafeteria food. As a man in his seventies, she said it was inappropriate for him to choose a piece of cake for lunch, washed down with a glass of bright red soft drink. She suggested Samak seek psychological help, because Adolf Hitler was known to have similarly immature tastes.

Now, even within the realms of political cat-calling, which often amounts to no more than childish spats along the lines of “You smell!” “Yeah? Well, you smell worse!”, this was adorably convoluted. Never mind education, employment and crime – “Prime Minister, would you care to justify buying that cake? Because I’m rather worried it is a sign you may be a tyrant in the making, capable of ordering the slaughter of millions.”

Samak, as was his wont, barely dignified the comment, choosing instead to fix her with a customary silent staredown.

But Samak’s finest hour would not have looked out of place in an episode of Fawlty Towers, such was the level of high farce.

Pursued on motorbikes by a press pack from Government House to Chatuchak Market, Samak sought refuge in a public toilet. Not wishing to speak to the media, he remained in a cubicle, but unfortunately for him the journalists proved even more stubborn than he. More than an hour later, Samak could no longer stand the heat, moisture, smell and mosquitoes (I have been to the toilets at Chatuchak Market and they’re no place for a dignitary, let me tell you), and emerged, furious and doused with sweat.

He ignored the reporters’ questions (surely the fact he spent an hour inside a toilet cubicle would have told them he was in no mood to speak?), instead bearing down on them with a fuming glare of which Charles Bronson would have been proud. After staring them into silence, he set about berating them and their conduct, and labelling them “disgusting” no less than a dozen times.

Reaction to this incident depended, of course, on which side you were on – either Samak was rightly defending himself against media intrusion, or he showed an arrogant disrespect towards the free press, who were just doing their job in the public interest.

There’s a bit of truth to both sides, but the bigger picture for me at the time was the fun factor of living in a country where the PM is forced to flee halfway across a city as hungry hacks literally chase him into a stinking, mosquito-blown long-drop. Add to that the picture of the nation’s leader stewing there for over an hour, followed by his ultimate outburst, and clearly you can see Samak Sundaravej was not your average politican.

And his eventual dismissal from office in September 2008, after just eight and a half months, was also unorthodox, if not comic for its irony. While the country’s leading industries of tourism, exports and foreign investment were taking near-death blows from the effects of the protracted demonstrations, and while the spectre of corruption hung over everything Thaksin and his allies did, it was none of these concerns which spelled the end for Samak. No, he was booted out because he had twice appeared on a TV cooking show. Innocent enough, except politicians are not allowed to accept money for working with private enterprises. Samak’s fee was nominal and his appearance of no bearing whatsoever to his political standing, but this was a conflict of interest. Not quite along the lines of Thaksin using his position to allow his then-wife Potjaman na Pombejra to purchase multi-million-baht swathes of land, but still, rules are rules…

Ultimately, it may have been a face-saving move. As pathetic a reason it may have seemed for removing a democratically elected PM, Thailand was at the time being virtually held hostage by protesters, with the international news coverage doing the country no favours. There were far bigger concerns than the PM’s appearance on a cookery show, but Samak was steadfast in his refusal to stand down or dissolve the cabinet, the two main demands of the PAD, despite the presence of 30,000 protesters camping out on the lawns of his workplace.

So while the cookery show controversy was of negligible importance, by following the law to the letter, the courts could remove him from office legitimately. And with that removal came a lull – as temporary was it was – in the tensions. The PAD had not been placated, as the Thaksin-backed People Power Party was still in charge, but tempers were nevertheless calmed, and at a critical time.

It also proved timely for Samak himself. Despite being disqualified from the premiership, he had the opportunity to return to power if voted back in, but instead he accepted the judgement and retreated from politics. It seemed strange for such a combative man to slip away from the spotlight so quickly and readily.

But then news came less than a month later that he had been diagnosed with liver cancer, and it all made sense. It’s unknown how long he’d been sick. Indeed, it’s likely he was running the country while ill. Considering how stressful a task that must have been in the late summer of 2008, that shows either remarkable devotion or unwavering stubborness. In Samak’s case, it was probably a bit of both.

He flew to the US for treatment in the new year, returning to Bangkok and continuing to be treated at Bumrungrad, one of the country’s best hospitals. After roughly a year battling the disease, he passed away at 8:48am yesterday morning.

What is a pet peeve, you may wonder?  A pet peeve is a minor annoyance that can instill extreme frustration in an individual.   In other words, something so simple that it can irritate the sh*t out of you. 

Below are Hottywood’s TOP 20 PET PEEVES.  Beware.  If you’re caught in the hills of Hottywood violating anything on the pet peeves list, be prepared to get your ass kicked something good! 

HOTTYWOOD’S TOP 20 PET PEEVES:

Socks and Sandals. This is the devil.  If you wear socks and sandals, then your feet should be used as a target for an archery class. 

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Morning people.  Sometimes you just want to punch the hell out of them.

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When a smelly fat guy squeezes his fat ass into the only available seat next to you on the bus.  Jump out the window while the bus is still moving.  It’ll be painful, but a quick way to put you out of your misery.

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People who txt during a date. Karate chopping would be my first suggestion, otherwise let them know you’re just as bored with them as they are with you.  Pinch your nose tightly until you pass out from lack of oxygen.

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Not having enough quarters to do laundry. When in doubt, crawl inside the washing maching and dance on top of your clothes, creating your own soap suds. 

Trust me, it’s more fun if you do it this way.  Just make sure your feet are clean.  __________________________________________________________

People who don’t wash their hands after using the bathroom.  I’m sure I’m not the only person who wishes that unsanitary person would punch himself in the face with his germ infested fist.  

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People who stink. Pee on them.  There’s no doubt they will take cleanliness a little more seriously after that.    

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People who drive below the speed limit.  I’ll tell you what; set their car on fire and make the slow mutha effer walk! 

Let’s see how long it takes ‘em to get to their destination now. 

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People who ride their bikes in the middle of the street.  There’s only one way to settle the score. 

STRIKE!!! 

If this doesn’t work, nothing will.

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Anyone who says “Hammer Time” after they’ve heard the word “STOP.” 

They should be put to an end just like MC Hammer’s career. 

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Jerks who take up 2 parking spaces.  

Karma’s a bitch! 

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People that pop and smack their chewing gum.  Throw a lighted match on their hair. I promise you they’ll stop popping their gum.  

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Anyone who does this in public.  It’s just wrong on so many levels. 

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When you can’t tell if someone is male or female.  We get it already, you like to play dress up.  But come on, there is a such thing as too much. 

Is anyone else confused about her him – THIS??? 

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People who leave the door open when they go to the bathroom. If you know anyone who does this nasty sh*t, flush them down the damn toilet, please and thank you. 

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When you’re invited to a party with people you have never met, and the host doesn’t introduce you to anyone.  

Personally, I’d rather shoot myself in the foot.  Next time, stay home and count your hair follicles.   

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When someone with a full cart of groceries gets into the 10 items or less line. This basic rule of grocery store etiquette was covered in the Grocery Shopping Handbook for Dummies. 

A good karate kick to the back of the collar bone will put an end to this madness.    

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When someone leaves their phone number at the end of a long message and they say it so fast you can’t understand it and have to listen multiple times to figure it out. 

Don’t bother to listen.  Simply toss the phone into the nearest trash can and keep on moving.  If it isn’t Jesus calling, the message can’t be that important.   

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People who chew with their mouth open.  Chew on this! 

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Anyone who gets on an elevator and stares at another passenger for a while, then yells “You’re one of THEM!” and moves to the far corner of the elevator. 

…for obvious reasons. 

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So there you have it, people!  Hottywood’s Top 20 Pet Peeves.   Please don’t get caught with your tail between your legs attempting to violate any of the above mentioned crimes.  Because if someone catches you, they are liable to tie you to a tree and use you as “bazooka” practice!  And if Hottywood catches you…well let me just remind you that he likes sharp objects and things that go BOOM! 

If you are by chance an idiot who is guilty of anything listed above, then you’d better get off your ass and make some changes.  You can do it.  90% of any effort is getting started. 

Quote of the Week:     “I don’t have pet peeves.  I have whole kennels of irritation.”

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This morning after a portrait shoot I saw this fallen toilet landscape. See all the toilet landscapes on a new blog:  toiletlandcapes

Guido

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I think we all have seen this product at some point in our lives.  If not, it gives me extreme pleasure to introduce to you — Toilet Mini Golf.  That’s right.  Haven’t you been on the toilet and thought, “Man!  What is there to do?  I am so bored.”  If so, look no further.  You can play a complete round of mini golf right in the comfort of your own bathroom.  And remain seated (please remain seated), because included is a mini putter that is just the right size.  So next time you are on the throne and you wanna kill some time, break out Toilet Mini Golf.  And afterwards make an appointment with your family physician to address the ill effects of sitting on a toilet for excessive periods of time.

(Thanks to Christ Hunt for snapping this pic while apparently driving down a rough road while blindfolded)

My son is 2 ½. He is at that stage where he doesn’t want to keep his diaper on for long periods of time. To avoid messes on the rug, we figured it was time we tried to get him interested in using a potty. The toilet itself scares him and he won’t sit on it. He is
fascinated by the flusher, but that is about it. We toyed around with the idea of getting a little seat attachment so that he could just sit on that on our toilet. However, we figured it would be easier to get him a little potty to try out, since he is scared of the big toilet anyway.

When researching pottys, we considered that we didn’t want it to look too much like a toy. We wanted one that slightly resembled a toilet so he wouldn’t think it was just a toy to play with. The problem was, was that we also wanted it to catch his interest. A lot of pottys just looked like little chairs with holes. He would never be able to figure out that he is supposed to do anything with it other than sit. – Potty Training Girls -

Baby Toilet Training
Baby Toilet Training

Zevenhuizen,The Netherlands

 

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