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"We're 25-million prescriptions strong!" - Jardience
 

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"Grindr is an app for Sodomites." - a concerned YouTuber
 

The Pedo Files: Meth Plus Viagra Equals a Hard Time

I've been watching some predator-poacher videos lately, where people pose as minors and try to expose Pedos. Normally I'm not a fan of vigilante justice, but in this case I applaud it. They don't harm anyone, which isn't always the case with some groups who also try to catch these sick fucks, and don't have such neutral intentions. These sick fucks need to be exposed.

 Interestingly, they say that in many cities, especially ones where the cops don't make an arrest without an actual victim, the Peds fear these guys more than the police. If they get popped by the cops, their friends and family find out, but it usually doesn't go too much further. 

 If these guys catch them, they're exposed to tens and hundreds of thousands of views on YouTube, Faceboo...I mean Meta, Twitter and wherever else they can blast it, and the whole town finds out. That's gotta suck. Even if they do get arrested, unless they have bad photos on their phones or something, they rarely serve much time. People still routinely serve more time for weed than for preying on our kids. 

Like any other dark-ass subject, you have to find humor when you can, to help balance-out the disgust-overload in your brain, and this one's a corker. For one thing this fuck could play Bozo the clown without a lick of makeup. Anyone who'd be attracted to this fuck would have to have a few issues too, I'd think. 

 He's 52, but he looks older than me, and I clock-in at 64. Thank you, crystal meth. He finally admitted that he'd smoked meth that morning, as if he even had to admit it, and apparently he'd also taken Viagra. He was tweaked to fuck and back, on top of a boner pill. Yes, it's sick as fuck. 

 I'm guessing that combining those two drugs is contraindicated, since I believe there was a case of drug-interaction going on. The meth was definitely egging the Viagra on. The result was that the poor fuck had an erection the whole time the pred-catchers were talking to him, and the whole time the police talked to him after they were called. The guy was taken into custody, and deserved it. He was already on the offender list and had bad pics on his phone, plus meth in his motel room.

 You can't watch this without thinking that his are some shoes you wouldn't want to be in. Could you imagine...you're high as a kite, expecting a nut, only you're surprised by some guys with cameras, you find out that you're live on YouTube, busted as fuck, then the cops come and you have to talk to them, and all the while you're sporting a boner, in front of God and everyone else. You're allegedly there to meet a minor for bad things, and you have a hard-on. That doesn't make you look guilty or anything. You can't make this shit up.

 If you're really interested, you can see his Woodrow in the top photo, enlarged, as it were, here. There were more graphic screenshots I could've grabbed, but I'm not into looking at boners, besides mine that is, and you get the idea. It's clearly visible. I'll skip making a joke about a black man laughing at a scrawny white dude's erect penis, because these days it might be considered "racist," although I'm putting the black guy in the best light. The cops did a great job of not cracking-up just seeing his erection. Too much. 

 There's a warning on Viagra labels about a possible side-effect, a condition called Priopism, where an erection lasts for more than four hours. A four-hour boner? That trumps a three-hour tour any day. That hurts just thinking about it. I don't know if that's what happened to Pedodude, but he sure was sprouting one the whole time he was on camera, about 45 minutes. I'm pretty sure the label doesn't say "WARNING: Do not mix with meth," but if they saw this video, they might add it. 

 The whole thing is sick, but again you have to laugh sometimes, just to reset your brain. Imagine trying to deny that you're there to have sex with someone you shouldn't, and you have an erection. No matter how twisted it is, it's comedy-gold. You'd never see it anywhere except real-life. Don't do drugs. Don't do kids either. 

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"There is no division between politics and the media. We all know each other." Chris "86" Cuomo

The Narcissist: Any Publicity is Good Publicity

They say that any publicity is good publicity, and never is it any more true than in the case of a narcissist. Their insatiable need for attention, known as "supply," is so overwhelming that as long as they know people are talking about them or otherwise paying attention to them, it really doesn't matter if it's for good or bad reasons. 

 They always need to be in the spotlight, on their own private stage, made up of lies, theft, projection, abuse, anger, fear, hate, total lack of real love and empathy, and other such things that make up their little fucked-up theater show that they call reality.

 For instance, if I said that an ex was a vile, pathetic, demonic sack of shit...that she was a slut, a whore, a felony-level thief, a compulsive and really bad liar, a cheat, a godless bitch, a robot, a delusional moron and even an animal abuser (fucking piece of shit), she'd get off on the attention. That's how fucked-up narcissists are. And BTW, never once in my life have I used such language about a woman I dated. I never even called someone a bitch, not to her face that is, until I met my ex. I said it because it's true. 

 Actually, she might take a bit of offense to the "moron" part, and she was hypersensitive to being called stupid, but that's because she is. Maybe I should say "dumbass." Anyway, there you have it. If someone said things like that about me, I think I'd be wanting to get the fuck out of the spotlight, but not a narcissist. They eat it up and come back for more. "Can I have another?" How fucked-up do you have to be to actually enjoy horrible shit that's being said about you? You only have to be a narcissist. Beware!

 

Cool Coincidences #974,993,920,362: Lisa and the Cars

An old girlfriend named Lisa popped into my head night before last. She was and still is amazing. When we dated I was maybe 22, and she was a year or so younger. We were crazy about each other. She was almost shockingly-beautiful, inside and out, and she was a ballerina.

 Long story short, she was offered a gig as Prima Ballerina at the NY Ballet Company, no audition, at an age of two years younger than anyone else in their history. It was literally the opportunity of a lifetime for her, but incredibly she decided to stay here in town and remain with the Alabama Ballet, just to be with my sorry ass. Of course I couldn't let that happen, and so reluctantly, very reluctantly, I broke-up with her. 

 I knew she wouldn't take it well, and she didn't, but I hoped one day she'd understand. I told her why, but it still broke her heart. I felt like the biggest asshole who ever lived, plus I really loved her, but what could I do? I couldn't stand in the way of something like that, and thank God she went to NY. 

This photo is a few years old, but she looks the same. She was a lot prettier than I was, but still people said we made an attractive couple. When I met her she lived about three blocks away, which was convenient. I was gigging in a motel lounge, and I'd go pick her up and then take her back home, and hang out.

I've sometimes wondered if things might come full-circle one day, and we'd find ourselves single, and bump into each other somewhere, but I don't see that happening. She never forgave me for breaking-up with her, and although I keep in touch with her sister, she's barely spoken to me since.

 When we were going out, her favorite song was Drive by the Cars. It was sung by bassist Ben Orr. The hook of the tune was "Who's gonna drive you home tonight?" On first listen it sounded like a tender love ballad, which is why Lisa liked it I guess, but of course there was some darker shit beneath the surface, sort of like Every Breath You Take by the Police.

 I absolutely loved the Cars, and I loved the song. If we'd had an "our song," that would've been it. So the other night she popped into my head, followed shortly by the song Drive. It's hard to think about her without thinking about that song. I'd been listening to a rebroadcast of one of Art Bell's radio shows (Coast-to-Coast AM) on YouTube. I'd paused it to go do something, and when I got finished. Lisa popped into my head, so I sat and thought about her for a minute. 

 As usual, our relationship sort of flashed before my eyes. I thought about how amazing it was being with her, and what might've been had she not had that choice to make, which essentially I made for her. For years I'd hoped that she might realize why I did what I did, and at least forgive me, but it didn't happen. C'est la vie. 

 I let out a sigh, and clicked back onto the video, with the Cars' tune playing in my head. Oh well, back to Art Bell. The video started playing just as a commercial was coming up, and they played a bumper-music song. It was...that's right, you guessed it...Drive. I had to grin. Sometimes I think the Universe has a sense of humor. Cheers Lisa, and Happy Trails, from the one who used to drive you home. THIS HAS BEEN A COINCIDENCE. 

Drive by the Cars (official music video): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuZA6qiJVfU

 

 

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"People with penises or vaginas...that doesn't say 'male or female' or 'men and women.'" - an unidentified Tic-Toker and apparent anatomical expert