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lifting a leg on popular culture since 2004
Phil Spector died for O.J.'s sins
Who is "Dr." Jill fooling with that bogus educator nonsense?
The woman teaches remedial fucking English
at a stinking community college
Truly amazing, but at least it's a step up
from her former gig as Queen of the Stone Balloon
Happy New Year, same as the Old Year, from the alt right's favorite satire site
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...Whether you do it doggie style or scissors, sister, we've got suggestions for what to read when you're having a cigarette or a blunt afterward ...
(1) Charlotte Church Sobriety Checklist, an angel vomits on her halo;
(2) Jesus Puts the Population of Heaven at 150, lots of room for social distancing;
(3) New Royals Book Lifts Lid Off Queen Eizabeth's Underwear
(2) Jesus Puts the Population of Heaven at 150, lots of room for social distancing;
(3) New Royals Book Lifts Lid Off Queen Eizabeth's Underwear
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The Book of Daze℠
Who gives a shit about National Bubble Bath Day? We don't. National Take Your Grand Kid Out to Lunch Day? Fuck that, and your grand kid, too. For the really fun days, the ones that nobody else has the imagination to celebrate, days like National Ain't Woke, Do Not Disturb Day℠, National Ignore the Ban on Plastic Straws Day℠, and others visit . . . The Book of Daze℠.
Your Virtual GanjaScope
A half-century's worth of smoking pot/hash/shatter/live resin carts has led us to conclude that horoscopes are more fun and more accurate when you're stoned...and they're even better when the person who wrote them was stoned, too. If you're looking to turn over a new leaf, visit GanjaScope.
The Grammar Prick
Meaner than a 250-pound lesbian Language Arts teacher, The Grammar Prick will split your head if you split an infinitive, dangle a participle, or dare to misuse penultimate. Visit The Grammar Prick.
There's a Saint for That
There's a saint in every pot, and a prayer card for every condition. Just tell us where it hurts you, and we'll tell you whom to call and where to send your donations. Let us pray.
Here's to a Brighter Day
Brights neither seek nor accept any supernatural "explanations" for life. If that sounds like a bright idea to you, click here.
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Huffington Post Scribbler Sets New Highs for Virtue Signaling
Dec 5, 2016 - 11:24
For Pug Bus fans younger than forty—and less intellectually constipated the Mr. Delbyck—Last Tango is the 1972 X-rated film starring Marlon Brando, 48, and Maria Schneider, 19. The two fall eagerly into a no-holes-barred, anonymous sexual relationship: the sort of zipless fuck(ing) that any 48-year-old man—nay, any man—would enjoy if he were so lucky. Actually there was one hole barred in their frisky relationship—until Mr. Brando’s character took matters and a lump of butter into his own hands, and therein lies the rub for Mr. Delbyck. It seems that Mr. Brando and the film’s director, Bernardo Bertolucci, neglected to tell Miss Schneider that she was going to be sodomized in that “famous rape scene.” Whoops, our bad. Their excuse? “To obtain something I think you have to be completely free,” said Mr. Bertolucci in a 2013 interview. “I didn’t want Maria to act her humiliation, her rage, I wanted Maria to feel ... the rage and humiliation. Then she hated me for all [of her] life.”
All of this inspired Mr. Delbyck to resort to some serious virtue signaling: “(Pause to vomit.)” . . . “the film is even more disturbing than previously thought” . . . “(The entire disturbing scene is available on YouTube, but we’re not going to link to it.)” Unlike Mr. Delbyck, who is too busy showing his readers how morally superior he is, and who does not trust them to decide for themselves whether they want to see what he’s talking about or not, I have no such self-congratulatory scruples. Ya wanna see it? Here it is. The soundtrack of this clip is in Italian (I think), so viewers will miss out on Mr. Brando shouting, “I’ll show you which side your butt is buttered on.” © The fine fucking print: The editorial content on this page is fictional. It is presented for satirical and/or entertainment purposes only. We cannot be held responsible for the actions of anyone who takes this sort of shit seriously. We also do not wish to be held responsible for any copyrighted material that sneaked onto this page when we weren't looking. If you can prove that anything on this page belongs rightfully to you, we will happily take it down and return the unused portion. No questions asked. |
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