Sunday, October 9, 2016

Donald Trump's Pussy.




I guess the women in Donald Trump life learned a thing or two about how to protect themselves around him. #CoverThatPussy

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Miley Cyrus Twerk’s Herself Out Of Vogue Cover.


 
Don’t fuck with Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of Vogue magazine. Cyrus, 20, has already shot the photos that we’re going to be the Vogue cover story for the December 2013 issue. Well that’s until Cyrus danced a weird, rumored drugged out performance at the MTV Video Music Awards, in which she stuck out a tongue that a snake would have been embarrassed of; danced around like she’s got gonorrhea and played with a huge finger, that seemed wasn’t big enough for the former Hanna Montana star, who many are calling Whore-tana. When Wintour lowered her Tom Ford sunglasses and saw Cyrus; she was rumored to yell, “hell-to-the no!” and promptly canned her from being on the cover.
 
I have to say I’m glad that someone has class these days. This is Vogue magazine, not some moronic rag that features Kardashians and reality Stars with manure for brains, and don’t give me that crap about Cyrus is like Madonna, breaking rules; Madonna might have never been a lady, but she was a woman when she came out, not a little girl taking off her clothes every-time she’s not getting attention. When will people realize, sex is great, sex is good, but it’s not the only thing in the life. If we as a society would promote using our brains as well as our bodies we wouldn’t have so many unwanted pregnancies in the world, and so many people on medication for depression.
No word yet if Vogue will ever use the Cyrus pictures. Meanwhile Cyrus, who should be bored already, with taking off her panties when the wind hits, has just released a new song and video (Wrecking Ball) in which she’s naked on a wrecking ball, and licking a hammer; way to go Miley, why even wear clothes anymore at all? Just make all you’re feature appearances in the nude, this way when you’re dancing and moaning about in barely their clothes, your attentions won’t seem so transparent.




 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Can You Go Back?



Recently I had dinner with an old friend. Instead catching up I found my mind wondering. As he got sloppy drunk and buttered too many rolls and talked so much about all the stuff he owned. It made me think; how did I ever stand this person years ago?

Before this dinner I thought of my old friend often, and not that he was perfect or I was a perfect person, but I yearned for his friendship again. My new friends we’re not the same as him; we didn’t laugh as much as I did with him; they didn’t understand me as much as he did, blah-blah. All these things I kept in my mind, making our old friendship seem better as time went on. The reality was he was still the same; but I changed, I grew up.

Can Lindsay Lohan go back to being a fresh faced talent like she was in “Mean Girls”? Can O.J Simpson ever go back to being a football player and shitty actor, instead of a murderer and thug? Will Bethany Frankel’s voice ever go back to being non-irritating?

Life can be strange; the person who was your best friend for years can slowly turn into your enemy in the manner of days. Sometimes I find myself wishing things we’re the way they we’re, before life and responsibility changed it, but then I think how great things are for me now, and I’m blessed to be alive and healthy. There are so many things I want out of life, but the reality is I’m really happy with what I have and I don't want to be around anybody who is a big asshole.

So can you go back? Not usually, so it’s good to keep going forward. If you don’t learn and grow and move on, you can never get better.