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• A baby in India is born with two faces. Go on… you know you want to look at it. Click it. You’re sick and you can’t help yourself. CLICK IT! CLICK IT! CLICK IT!
• Security tightens in San Francisco to stop protesters from dousing the Olympic Torch Runners. (Which, I’m sorry, is one of the funniest things ever.)
• Federal employees have been using the government’s credit cards to purchase “lingerie, gambling, iPods, Internet dating services, and a $13,000 steak-and-liquor dinner.” Okay, that’s Cheney’s bill… let’s take a look at Bush’s!
• This is so unbelievably depressing, I’m not even going to describe it.
• During his upcoming trip to the U.S., the Pope hopes to heal the wounds of sexual abuse. “Here… let me rub some salve on that,” he says.
• On last night’s American Idol, that stupid fucking dread-locked hippie smoked a big bowl of cheeba and played the ukelele. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE VOTE HIM OFF?!?
I LOVE that the little two-faced girl is being treated as a goddess and not someone to be shunned.
Some people should just be put down.
NOT THE TWO FACED BABY!! I am not a monster.
I meant the hippy.
No.
The baby is a cash cow (pun absolutely intended) for the family. Why should they do anything to change people visiting and giving them money. They'll be rich!
Do you think we could get the baby on American Idol and have it sing a duet with itself?
I wonder how the two faced baby sees.
Is it like bug-vision?
Is it bad of me to really really want to know what game the guy was playing?
She'll be the perfect politician. Then she can lock up all the hippies.
I really really want to know which game was being played too. Yeah... we're probably bad.
sounds like somebody is drinking some hippie flavored hater-ade. why do you hate the ukelele so much, were you beaten with one as a small boy?
Full disclosure: I know how to play the ukelele, and I don't wear stupid fucking hippie dreadlocks.
okay, i know that it is an old reliable go-to gag around here- and one of the comedic cornerstones of hipster humor- but hating on hippies just seems like it might be a bit played out at this point. like maybe five or ten years ago even. i mean, okay, we get it- you are edgy. sweet. have fun with that. but portland would kind of suck if there were no hippies. and, yeah, that castro dude is goofy and he kinda looks like jar-jar binks, but try picturing him with short hair. sometimes bold features require bold choices and i think the dreads were a reasonable option given the situation. besides, the ever fashion forward bravo network has already cornered the market on faux-hawks and, since the world just isn't ready for a real mohawk, dreads will have to do. but, yeah, nobody cares about hating hippies anymore. move on.
I will NEVER move on, as long as commenters such as the one above utters lines like this:
"i think the dreads were a reasonable option given the situation."
Sir, why is that a such a special comment? Hippie or not, we're all had hours where we've stood in front of the mirror pondering our features and trying to decide whether dreads, faux-hawks, liberty spikes, buzzcuts, sideburns, gel, or whatever would pay ourselves, and the world, the best complement. And given his not-hippie - but god-given - facial muscles, and his giant collection bandannas, Castro had to choose dreads... duh!
"...but also with more obscure activists. They include nudists calling for a return to the way the ancient Greek games were played."
Finally a cause worth fighting for.