Rabid fanimals?



I guess I have too much time on my hands lately because I’ve been thinking about all the pet names given to fanatical fans of certain bands or artists.

My list so far:
duranimals/duranies
kalanadians (for non-Canucks, this year’s “idol”)
malcolmaniacs (…last year’s “idol”)
claymates
nancies
deadheads
phisheads

It seems short, there’s gotta be more. Can you think of any?

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Velvet Love Pocket…



is the best euphemism ever.

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Go Brazil!



Hey Brazil, thanks for standing up to the US of A and saying no to the Bush Administration’s space alien AIDS policy.

“Brazil declined $40 million of US funds to fight AIDS, making it the first country to take a stand against the Bush Administration’s AIDS policy requiring recipients to sign a pledge opposing prostitution. According to Voice of America, Brazilian officials feel that condemning prostitution will damage efforts to protect sex workers from contracting and spreading HIV/AIDS, a group that has the highest risk of contracting AIDS.”

Source: Feminist Daily News Wire

Those dinks at the white house only fund abstinence-based education, which obviously leaves people all over the world with little ability to protect themselves against HIV/AIDS, other STDs, unwanted pregnancies, etc.

In fact, health organisations outside of the US that receive US funding are barred from using SEPARATE, PRIVATE monies for abortion counseling, services, and referrals – a Reagan/Bush Sr. policy that the current Bush reinstated on his first official day in office.

Donate a buck or something and help out. The money’s gotta come from somewhere if it ain’t coming from those evildoers in charge.

AND KEEP THE US OUTTA OUR UTERUS!

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Jennifer Robbins bends crowbars with her meat ax!



I was tipped off to the Jenville Show today and I gotta pass it on. It’s so simple, so smart…

Jennifer Robbins interviews our fav musicians and in the process they cook together or share cooking secrets.

Damn it’s a great idea and I’m all about ideas these days. So go on, try a dorrito burrito or some peanut butter veggie sausage toast and feel like a star.

I know I’m not a rock star in your version of reality, but I’m going to share a food story anyway: Soon after moving out, one of my fav things to cook (really the only thing I *thought* I knew how to cook) was ground beef mixed in with a can of mushroom soup. It doesn’t get much more trailer than that… but it tasted good growing up and I wanted to recreate a “home” ritual.

The problem: when I first tried to make it on my own, I put the raw meat into the soup instead of adding the soup to the cooked meat. No roomate would eat my flesh goulash and I was sad. Yet, deep down I knew I made a major miscalculation somewhere. The whole thing stunk and no amount of boiling was going to fix it.

My pride made me eat it. And in the end, thank the food gods, I lived to tell.

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I steer my *own* GOD DAMN evolution!



I drank *the Devil* under 23 tables, I am too *intense* to die, I’m insured for acts o’ God *and* Satan! I’m a human being of the *first* GOD DAMN water, who’ll try to blow me down? They say a godzillion is the highest number there is. Well by God! I count to a godzillion and *one*! I’m a bacteriological weapon, I am *armed* and *loaded*! Who’ll tear flesh with me, whose candle will I fart out? I pick the fucking terror of the god damn slabs o’ wimp meat out of my *nose*!

now you try

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