Superman, Pygmies, and Perverted Poetry on a Crisp Fall Morn
Catchy title huh. As I write this post a cold front has dipped down and the temp is in the upper 40's so it actually feels like autumn is finally here.
Nicolas Cage must be the king of ubergeeks everywhere. This week but he better get his kid into martial arts classes as soon as he can walk. By naming his son Kal-El, Superman's Kryptonian birthname, when he starts to school, his ass will be prone to a daily beating by some bully yelling, "Kneel before Zaad, Bitch".
The pygmies of the Itari desert have an average birth weight of 8.6 pounds.
Today a twisted poetry selection from the thundering days of yesteryear. This comes from an infamous men's magazine published by Larry Flynt circa early 1980's. For some demented reason, I have always remembered this poem. In the illustration, this twisted masterpeice was plastered to a bathroom stall.
A Public Restroom is a Sicko's dream.
There is shit on the seat mixed with testicle cream.
But for the ultimate bad taste caper,
Take a Piss on the toilet paper.