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Happy UnValentine's Day!

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We at Sex and the Sushi DO NOT celebrate Valentine's Day. You may say it's because we're single, bitter old women (And you might be right) but we say it's because this day is nothing more than a corporate sponsored, spending free for all with no basis in the original meaning of the day (Yes that's our story and we're sticking to it)! Because of this day Women and Men worldwide feel inclined to base their whole relationship on what the other one does for them on this one day! Screw the other 364! I can hear all of you screaming: If I don’t get my candy, hot sex and wilted, overpriced flowers then you obviously don’t love me!

Fuck you Marketing Orcs! I don’t care how much shiny, red, Valentine’s Day crap you try to shove down my throat I ain’t swallowing! AND I won’t feel sorrow for myself for being caught out there single on February 14! That’s why I’m going out to Happy Hour tonight with my girls so we can celebrate our love for ourselves and each other! SO THERE! [Insert Glamour Diva licking her tongue out at The Man]

So in lieu of me writing something cute about which Rugby/NFL star I "Heart" on this very un-special day please enjoy this video of two cutie patootie cats gettin' it on freaky deaky kitty style. Yes I know it's wrong but that's only because it's soooooo riiiiiight! MEOOOOOOW BABY! - GD

 

Laugh Because It's Funny, Laugh Because It's True!

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An old lady was lonely and decided she needed a pet to keep her company. So, off to the pet shop she went where she searched and searched. None of the pets seemed to catch her interest, except an ugly frog. As she walked by his jar, she looked at him and he winked at her. He whispered, “I'm so lonely too. Buy me and take me home. You won't ever be sorry.”

The old lady figured she hadn't found anything else so what the heck! She bought the frog and placed him in the car beside her. As she was slowly driving down the road, the frog whispered to her, “Kiss me and you won't be sorry.”

Again, the he old lady figured what the heck and kissed the frog. Immediately the frog turned into a sexy, young, and handsome prince. The prince then returned the old lady's kiss. Suddenly the old lady felt herself transforming from his kiss.

Now can you guess what the old lady turned into?

She turned into the first Holiday Inn she could find!!! She's old…not dead!

Wasn’t that cute?!? Okay I’m bored again… – GD
 

In Other Hot Boy News...

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Girl Please!
As much as I'd like to hate...and God knows I would fuckin' LOVE to hate...I can't go there with Señor Martin today! Papi Chulo is workin' his Caliente y Picante game all over the damn place! Aye mi Dios [English: Oooooooo LAWD!]! I know all the gay boys are walking around with their Trapper Keepers in front of their crotches after seeing this shizzle!

Oh wait, you haven't heard the rumors? Yes it would seem that La Ricki is Livin' La Vida Mariposa!



Read about the delusional chica trying to hem him up in some hetrosexual fooliwang here

Sexy SAG Swagger
Oh Javier Bardem...you don't really want Penelope Cruz! She doesn't really love you! And she's been contaminated by Tom Cruise AND Matthew McConaughey! Pick me! PICK MEEEEEEE!




Brangelina looked hot but then what's new with that? Wake me when they turn fugly. On second thought, don't bother! The day they both look "toe up from the flo up" means The Rapture has come and I'd rather sleep through that shizzle if you don't mind! Gray hair is a very good look for Mr. Pitt I must say! I've never been one of his fans (I'll never forgive him for what he did to poor Thelma in Thelma & Louise!) but age and a shit load of screamin' kids seems to agree with him. You go Brad I ain't mad atcha! - GD


SAG photos found here, here and here.
 

I Could Get With This Or I Could Get With That

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You can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at
 
The Choice Is Yours – Black Sheep

I’ve tried to find other amusements but I’ve come to the realization that the rugby will not be ignored! Whether I’m ready or not it is coming and all reports inform me that I’d better batten down my hatches and brace myself for the perfect storm that will take over my life for the next FOUR months!

I’m really torn with this thing but I don’t know if there is any real way to live with the two competing forces of continued ambivalence and genuine excitement. So cards on the table here, I’m stumped. I want to watch rugby and read/write about it and discuss it but at the same time I don’t want to spend so much time trying to churn out a quality product (podcasts, frequent and, hopefully, entertaining blog entries) if no one is listening/reading.

And yes Debalina et al., I know you read the blog but seriously, do you think it’s a good use of my time to do all this stuff just for you? As far as I can judge, by your comments and emails, there are only about five of you who regularly read/listen. Actually, most of you spend more time chatting with each other than with me which is hilarious in and of it self, because had it not been for me and galaxyMafia creating this thing many of you would never have known the others existed! Yes I know you think I’m being, to use GM’s favorite word, egomaniacal but once you’ve stopped cursing me and thought about it a little I’m sure you’ll see my point.

It’s not like I’m looking for pats on the back here it’s just that when I go out on Bebo, Facebook, MySpace, YouTube, etc. and I see all the back and forth between all our “Friends” and their “Friends” about rugby and everything else it honestly pisses me off a little bit! I ask you questions and try to engage you but to no avail! No one wants to be a part of “Our” community but you still want to reap the benefits of it? At this point, would you blame us for thinking our Dear Readers don’t really need The Sushi Girls™ anymore? Well we wouldn’t blame you if you said YES! Maybe this whole rugby fooliwang has run its course? Or maybe it’s just time to take it to the next level?

You know, last year I had this bright idea that The Sushi Girls™ could start our own sports tourism business specifically designed for female rugby lovers. I had dreams of SATS traveling all over the world with all the women we’d networked with, watching live games and generally acting like fools for fun and profit. But when I asked for information on how some of you became interested in rugby and what you like/dislike about the game all I got were bios from the same five ladies that ALWAYS respond (Thanks again LULARP, sorry I never did anything with the info). Even after asking Rose to post our request on her YouTube group no one bit. And I can only assume that word of mouth didn’t work either because no responses meant no feedback which meant no quantitative information for proposals to airlines, hotels and various rugby unions (Who aren’t stupid and have people who will tell them Rugby isn’t popular in the US.) asking for sponsorship! In plain English – the people who gotz the cash only give it to people they believe will bring them more cash and the only way they can make that decision is if this blog is poppin’ 24-7, 365! And while our viewership has jumped considerably over the last year it is still in no way “Cottage Industry” ready ya’ll.

So Dear Readers I have a choice. Do I stick with this through another thankless, frustrating, time stealing FOUR months or do I cosign with galaxyMafia and shut this shit down altogether, change the format to NFL only or be truly original and have an International Football (Rugby and American football) format? If I don’t get any support then the answer is hellz no! Look, I’m not trying to bully you into participating. I know there are tons of competing factors in why this blog isn’t more successful, many of which have to do with the supreme laziness if its owners, but I will reiterate Dear Readers that this is your blog too! Again, there is a certain amount of ego boosting that goes into this but truth be told, The Sushi Girls™ can and will continue to act a damn fool in private! That’s all this blog is really, just our private thoughts laid bare for you to judge at your leisure.

Having said that we still want you as our friends and Dear Readers but please, please, please show us some of that collaborative spirit women are so famous for by telling us what you think! Too many Polynesians? Too hard on your favorite Polynesian? Too hard on New Zealand? Too mean in general? Too Southern Hemisphere-centric? Too serious? Too Silly? We want to know so stop lurking and speak out! But just so you’ll know; if you want tons of entries about how sweet and nice your favorite player is you aren’t going to get that here. There are millions of fan sites dedicated to the veneration of Saint [Insert player name here] all over the web so your screams of disgust at how much we suck for calling out your guy will fall on deaf ears. Drunken antics, bad hair, illiteracy and fucking without a condom are classic, priceless examples of athletic fuckwitage and will always have a home here. Get over it or go elsewhere. Your inane comments will be sorely missed.

Now where was I? Oh yes…don’t buy into that patriarchal notion that sport is the domain of men! Don’t let the fear of being ridiculed by men, and hatin’ ass women alike, stop you from enjoying the three things you love most about sports – The sport it self, the hot men who play it and the thrill of watching and appreciating both at the same time! Don’t think for a moment that men watch women’s tennis because they think the ladies are phenomenal athletes ‘cause they ain’t. And don’t think you are somehow special and perfect because you keep your lusty thoughts to yourself because you ain’t. I may be overstating this a bit but that’s what I do so here goes: Enjoying the sight of a well built man is your birthright so accept that and let us help you on your journey of self-discovery. Remember, you can get with this, or you can get with that. I think you'll get with this, coz that is kinda whack! - GD

Sing it Xtina…
 

Caught Out There With The Sushi Girls™ – Episode 8

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The first gossip post of the brand spanking New Year and it would have to be about Jerry Collins, right? Well let’s not waste any more time Dear Readers, like to hear it here it go:


I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you moldy rogue, away!
Henry IV, part 2

It seems drama is still a-brewin’ down South. Our sources in the Cook Islands are all up in arms over young Mr. Collins and his inability to act like he has some damn sense! You’ll remember last episode I reported that Jerry Collins was spending some time in Rarotonga before heading back home to Wellington after the Paparazzi where all up in his business and his baby’s mama’s business about their new baby? Well Mr. Collins is still there but it seems he may have worn out his welcome.

The peace loving people of Rarotonga are used to rugby stars paying them frequent and lucrative visits but JC has been acting out recently and they are so over his diva antics! Exactly what sort of diva antics you might ask?

Exhibit A: Jaws dropped one night when innocent townsfolk, enjoying a night out at a local bar, were subjected to JC calling them “boring fucks” and generally behaving like a blooming idiot. This scene lead some, including those who’d broken bread with other famous ruggers, to remark that Mr. Collins seemed a bit “cocky”. [Ya think?]


I will most humbly take my leave of you. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will not more willingly part withal.
Hamlet

Exhibit B:
It appears Mr. Collins is even too superior to train with the locals at the neighborhood gym. Cook Island Rugby League legend Kevin Iro isn’t even good enough for him as it is rumored that he’s spurned poor Kev’s advances as well. [Well can you blame him? I mean after Graham Henry’s conditioning program worked out so well…]

Exhibit C: Sources confirm that on New Year’s Day JC was seen at a 24 hour store, drunk as a skunk and, presumably, twice as loud. He was accompanied by a local woman (No word on if she was white) and this has left some wondering if they should start saving their old baby clothes just in case a new Rarotongan citizen makes an appearance in nine months. [Oh God please no!]

Well really, are any of you surprised? I know I’m not! I can’t believe it’s taken this long for the cracks to show. But then you, my Dear Readers, are so in love with this fool that I’m sure you’ve already forgiven him and are on your computers right now looking up flights to New Zealand so you can meet and fuck the man Cook Islanders are calling a “cocky little shit”. Just one word of advice ladies…INSIST HE WEAR A CONDOM!


Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.
All's Well That Ends Well

UPDATE: This just in, The weather in Rarotonga calls for a much sunnier forcast now that JC has ceased "makin' it rain on them ho's" in Rarotonga and has hightailed his sexy yet disturbed, no condom wearing, baby makin' ass back to New Zealand. Wait...did you feel that gigantic gust of wind? It must be thousands of Cook Island natives breathing a collective sigh of relief!

Until next time Dear Readers!

Smooches,
Glamour Diva

Don't be shy Dear Readers! If you have any gossip on any rugby player by all means drop us an email at rugbygossip@yahoo.com or Bebo and let us know. We don't discriminate, we'll take gossip on any player from any part of the world. Don't let the gossip die people!
 

Caught Out There With The Sushi Girls™ – Episode 7

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I'm sure I'm going to piss off quite a few people with this entry but I don't care. Like to hear it, here it go:

It's my baby mama (yeanknow) I want child support
She get boyfriend checks, but I stay in court
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' Cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why I can't stand em'

Baby Mama – Three 6 Mafia

I shouldn't have loved him
I shouldn't have wanted him
I shouldn't have trusted him
No I shouldn't have fucked him
Now here I am carryin’ his seed
That makes two for him and a fourth for me

Baby Daddy – Queen Pen

Well Dear Readers if you haven’t heard by now then you must live under a rock or else maybe you just don’t give a damn about rugby but the secret is out, along with the placenta – Jerry Collins is a daddy! They don’t call him “The Hit Man” for nothing right?

Tabloids all over the rugby-crazed world are chomping at the bit about the hush-hush “Love Child” (Honestly, who under the age of 60 uses that phrase anymore?) that reared its chubby cheeked, squinty-eyed, bald head over the weekend. The Paparazzi were all up in the baby mama’s face asking her all sorts of impertinent questions and, ya know, I feel her pain. Peeps have been blowin’ up The Sushi Girls™ email with questions and more questions about the 411 on JC, his bundle of joy and the woman who birthed it! So to stem the flow of questions before it reaches tsunami proportions, I’ve decided to break my Holiday silence and let the whole world know the scoop…wait for it…THERE…IS…NONE!

Our New Zealand source’s lips are clamped tighter than Dick Cheney’s hands on his chest during heart attack number ten! In fact the only information I could get is from a Cook Island source that confirms JC is currently spending a few days in Rarotonga. I can’t corroborate what, if anything, Mr. Collins is doing in Rarotonga but I can only assume it involves alcohol, white women and plenty of music, most assuredly of the Hip-Hop variety. Maybe he’ll spend some quality time getting his boogie and booze on at Epalahame Lauaki’s baby mama’s club ? The world, or at least most people outside the South Pacific, may never know.

But all this not talking got your girl thinking (‘cause you know that’s what I do), anyone trying this hard not to say anything must have something worth keeping secret. I mean, a baby can’t be kept secret for very long but other life altering events sure as hell can! So in lieu of any real information Ms. GD has the next best thing – conjecture!

I’ve divined it! Next year, towards the end of Super 14, look for Mr. Collins to do a complete 180 on his position to stay in NZ by announcing his decision to move to Great Britain to continue his rugby career as well as to be closer to his child. Or keep watch for a young, “pommie” accented young woman and an…interesting…looking baby making appearances all over NZ with JC. Honestly, even with all his whoring around I don’t think Jerry is the type of guy to live too far away from his child for too long. This child is Mama and Papa Collins’ first grandbaby, at least from him, so you know his God-fearing parents have given him an earful about what is expected of him! Personally I feel it’s a matter of closing the gate after the bull has gotten loose but hey, who the fuck am I to judge?

Actually I think I will judge because I’m sick and tired of men and women the world over fucking without a damn condom and/or birth control and haphazardly bringing babies into the world and spreading diseases, sometimes simultaneously! This is basic shit here people! Yes people are living longer than ever with the AIDS virus but it’s still AIDS you jackasses! And AIDS isn’t the only STD out there; many of these diseases will stay with you for the rest of your life! Many diseases are becoming more and more resistant to drugs making previously curable ailments more difficult to subdue! And what about the ethics of all the rampant baby making? And why is she the English skank and Jerry is still clean as a whistle? Why are the people in NZ so willing to condemn Leon MacDonald for drinking out of the milk carton but keep mum on Jerry spreading his seed unabated? I don’t care if you didn't set out to be a role model Mr. Collins - you are one now and your inability to practice safe sex says more about your character than any  "live your dreams" speech to local rugby youth could ever say!

And what of this woman? Sigh…ladies…ladies…I swear the next time I hear a woman whine about what some man did to her I will grab her by the lapels and shake her until her head pops off! People, and men are people (no really they are!), only get away with what you let them and she agreed to fuck him without a condom! Sure I know condoms break and she could very well be in that 1% that still manages to get pregnant while using birth control but come on people! I mean Jerry is fine but ain’t nobody THAT hot to damn death! GIRL WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU? Tell me so I can copyright that shit and make a packet off it!

And before you say it, yes I read the article and I think it’s great he’s supporting mama and baby but ya know, he ain’t doing shit but what he’s supposed to do! Men who financially support their children get no applause from me! You don’t celebrate when a salmon manages to swim upstream right? Dear Readers, I respect Mr. Collins and everyone like him who have overcome poverty and other struggles to become the great citizens they are today but I ask you, where do we draw the line?

Fuck it. It’s getting late and if none of ya’ll give a good gotdamn then why the hell should I right?

Play On Playas…Play On Playettes…

Until next time Dear Readers!

Smooches,
Glamour Diva

Don't be shy Dear Readers! If you have any gossip on any rugby player by all means drop us an email at rugbygossip@yahoo.com or Bebo and let us know. We don't discriminate, we'll take gossip on any player from any part of the world. Don't let the gossip die people!
 

Caught Out There With The Sushi Girls™ - Episode 1

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You keep tellin’ me lies
But to your surprise
Look, I've got somethin' for y'all
Since you're
Caught out there

Kelis - Caught Out There

Two Girls, an All Black and a Camera Phone

An unidentified woman advertises on an Internet dating site asking for other women to join her and an All Black in a threesome. A local, unidentified Christchurch woman answers the advert and meets up with the two freaks, er…I mean “consenting adults” at a local hotel after one of the “prominent player’s” test matches earlier this year. Mating ensues, no doubt of the most debauched variety, until all are spent and completely satisfied.

Or were they?

The once shy and blushing flower from the CHCH gives the mystery AB a shocking 4 out of 10 for ability. Ouch! But not to worry, she still has those lovely pics of her and the naked AB to keep her warm at night. Too bad a local NZ newspaper was too cheap and cowardly, er…I mean honorable, to pony up the $10,000 ($7,752.84 US) she asked for or she could have bought herself a mink covered electric blanket…and notoriety to last at least 30 minutes!

Amateurs!

[Thanks for the heads up Kristin! We love you girl!]

Now It All Makes Sense!

Gentlemen of the world, get thee to New Zealand for all the nookie you can stand! It seems the Kiwi ladies have quite the reputation. A condom company – natch – did a survey that found NZ women are the most promiscuous women in the world! THE…WORLD! The funny thing is they tend to have more sex partners then their male counterparts. Odd. So if they aren’t fucking Kiwi dudes then who the hell are they fucking?

Backpackers and tree huggers!

Now we know why all those foreign, crunchy granola types are always heading down south. They’re looking for natural wonders but it ain’t the flora and fauna of the land Dear Readers. Apparently it’s the ease with which the women gap their legs! But on a sad note, it seems that with their sexual freedom there is also more than a bit of dissatisfaction with the sex itself. The only country reporting more sexual dissatisfaction was Japan. Looks like the Kiwi Lasses have a bit of a self-esteem problem as well. I suggest they try fucking more All Blacks and trying to sell the stories and pictures…or maybe a sex tape? Don’t scoff, it worked for Paris Hilton!

And In Other Sad New Zealander News…

The NZers are still blaming the ref for their RWC loss but this time they’re SERIOUS! E Gads people! Grow the hell up and move the fuck on!

Until next time Dear Readers...

Smooches,
Glamour Diva
 

Resistance Is Futile

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I Want To Be Bad
I want to be bad
Thoroughly reprehensible
Unredeemable
And without favor on this earth
Today was an auspicious beginning
For my decent into depravity
I will remember always this day
This day I threw away my salvation
In the hope of spending a thimbleful of hours
With you, alone in lust’s firm grip

I want to be bad
Despicable in everyone’s sight
Unrepentant
Asphyxiated by my desire for you and
Sent straight to hell
With the taste of your warm skin on my tongue
There I will commiserate with other lost souls
We will keep each other cool with
Stories of hard won passion
Won at any price

© 2007 Glamour Diva



Info on Venus, Cupide and the Time (Allegory of Lust) found here
 

Sunday Night Videos – 32: A Farewell To Arms

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We'll be living in a world of peace
In a day when everyone is free
We'll bring the young and the old
Won't you let your love flow from your heart

Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand

Join the caravan of love

Caravan Of Love – Isley Jasper Isley


CrazyRedux

Sign the Anti-war petition here.

Chris Rock about the War on Terror


Stop the Clash of Civilizations

Take the Live Earth Pledge here.

"Never Again" - The Permanent Anti-Genocide Movement


Henry Rollins - "This Is How I Protest The War"
[This is why I love Henry!  His story actually made me cry.]


Martin Luther King, Jr. - "Why I Am Opposed to the War in Vietnam"
[Just insert "Iraq" instead of Vietnam and it's eerie as hell!]


We can all make a difference if we try. So let's give it the old college try, shall we? One love people! - GD
 

And In Other News…

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Truth is indeed stranger than fiction...

 

Alaskan Man Pleads Guilty To Sale Of Seal Penises

 

ANCHORAGE, Alaska (Reuters) - An Alaska man has pleaded guilty to selling more than 100 fur seal "oosiks" -- or penises -- to a local gift shop that intended to sell the items as an aphrodisiac.

 

Michael Richard Zacharof, an Aleut and former tribal president from the Bering Sea village of St. Paul, pleaded guilty this week to one count of violating the Marine Mammal Protection Act.

 

Federal law forbids the sale of any raw marine mammal parts unless they have been crafted into pieces of Alaska Native artwork.

 

In Zacharof's case, the former tribal leader sold the raw seal penises to a gift shop catering to customers from Asia. The shop then sold the items for about $100 each, according to the Justice Department.

 

Assistant U.S. Attorney Andrea Steward said seal penis bones, also known as seal sticks, are believed to have properties similar to erectile dysfunction drugs like Viagra.

 

Zacharof faces a possible one-year prison term and a $20,000 fine, the U.S. Attorney's office said.

 

Woman Wins Settlement In Breast-Feeding Case

Thu Jul 5, 2007 10:25AM EDT By Edith Honan

 

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Watch-maker and clothier Fossil Inc. agreed to pay $3,600 to a woman who was barred from breast-feeding her infant while visiting a company showroom, the New York Civil Liberties Union said on Tuesday.

 

Lass King, 37, a buyer for a Maine clothing store and a mother of two, said she received a letter of apology and the payment from Fossil after threatening the company with a lawsuit.

 

In its letter to King, Fossil also said it had issued a policy affirming that breast-feeding was permitted in all Fossil stores and showrooms, said Galen Sherwin, director of the NYCLU's Reproductive Rights Project.

 

Representatives of Fossil could not immediately confirm details of the settlement.

 

New York law states that women are permitted to breast-feed "in any location, public or private, where the mother is otherwise authorized to be."

 

The case follows another settlement, reached in September, when the Toys R Us toy store chain agreed to lift its restrictions on where a woman can breast-feed.

 

King called her experience humiliating.

 

In August 2006, while meeting with a salesperson in a Manhattan showroom, King was told she was making others feel uncomfortable by breast-feeding her 8-month-old son, Cody.

 

King was taken to another floor to finish feeding Cody but was then not allowed back into the showroom. In January, as she made plans to again visit a Fossil showroom, she was told by a Fossil representative that breast-feeding was forbidden.

 

"I wanted to be apologized to. I wanted not to be humiliated or for anybody else to be humiliated either," she told Reuters of her decision to contact the civil liberties organization.

  

Risque EU Defends Internet Orgasm Clip

Thu Jul 5, 2007 10:27AM EDT

 

BRUSSELS (Reuters) - Talk of monetary union and wine quotas gave way to controversy over orgasms and innuendo at the European Commission on Wednesday as it defended a risque Internet video clip highlighting its backing for European cinema.

 

The EU executive's usually dry daily news briefing sprung to life with questions over whether a 44-second clip of 18 couples achieving ecstasy in a variety of positions and venues was the best way to show how Brussels uses taxpayers' money.

 

The raunchy clip is made up of snippets from various general release films that have been funded by the EU, including "Amelie" and "Good Bye Lenin!."

 

Some reporters also took a swipe at the title of the sequence, asking whether "Let's Come Together" was acceptable innuendo -- and if it was, whether the pun worked in the 27-member Union's other official languages.

 

A Commission spokesman insisted it had not received a single complaint in the 14 weeks since the clip first appeared on Internet site YouTube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKFTfAWnYh8), suggesting the Brussels press corps should relax and get with the times.

 

"Let us for once also have a good sense of humor and let us not start the old wars of the fifties about what is sex, what is pornography and what is simply normal to watch on television," spokesman Martin Selmayr appealed.

 

Singer Draws Ire Of Religious Police

Fri Jul 6, 2007 9:43AM EDT

 

KUALA LUMPUR (Reuters) - Malaysia's religious police detained a Muslim singer at a popular club, saying too much of her back was exposed by a sleeveless blouse she wore while performing, media reported on Wednesday.

 

Siti Noor Idayu Abd Moin, 24, has been ordered to go before the sharia, or Islamic court, at Ipoh in the northern state of Perak, on Aug 6, to face charges of "revealing her body" and "promoting vice," the New Straits Times said.

 

"I was surprised when the officers told me this top was too revealing," Noor Idayu said after being released from a night's detention on a bond of 1,000 ringgit ($290).

 

"Sometimes I wear something similar when I go out in the day. This is sexy? I don't think so."

 

The singer was picked up along with four members of her band, and subjected to repeated breathalyzer tests by officials in futile attempts to prove she had drunk liquor, the paper said.

 

"When I passed the test, the female officers seemed disappointed and asked me to do it again," Noor Idayu said. "I did so willingly as I knew that I did not drink. Not once in my three years of singing in clubs have I drunk liquor."

 

Alcohol is freely available in mainly Muslim Malaysia, which has sizeable non-Muslim minorities, although Islamic officials often frown on behavior they consider to deviate from strict Koranic injunctions.

 

"A Muslim woman is not allowed to serve or entertain a man who is not her husband in a place where immoral activities usually take place," Jamry Sury, chief of the Perak religious police who raided the club, told the Star newspaper.

 

($1 = 3.445 malaysian ringgit)

 

And finally…

 

Dinner Guest Finds Host's Wife, Son In Freezer

Fri Jul 6, 2007 9:42AM EDT

 

BRUSSELS (Reuters) - A Belgian man appeared in court on Friday after a woman at his dinner party found the bodies of his wife and stepson in the freezer as she put away the leftovers, prosecutors said.

 

The woman went to the police after discovering the 46-year-old woman and her 11-year-old son and officers arrested the man in the town of Verviers, near Liege in east Belgium, on Wednesday.

 

"She went to the freezer and that is what she saw. She then alerted the police," said Georges Lahaye of the local public prosecutors' office. Prosecutors want the suspect, aged 43, to be remanded in custody to allow more time for an investigation into the deaths.

 

Lahaye said the suspect had not made a confession. He added that the couple argued a lot.


 
 

The Nasty Boy Chronicles – 4

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Never ever been a forward girl

I just speak my mind

Being honest never felt so good

Or looked so fine



Looking good isn’t everything

And personality won’t make emotions ring

The combination is what love’s about

I’m not in love, but I have no doubt



You look good to me

When you walk

I just lose all my control

You look good to me

And when you talk

I just wanna kiss your big mouth, baby



You Look Good To Me – Cherrelle

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really got me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one-stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman

Candyman – Christina Aguilera


Written earlier today…

I’m sitting at work and I’ve just finished filing my nails. I’m listening to Do I Qualify by Lynden David Hall (RIP) and thinking how fucked up it is that I do “qualify” but no one else seems to! That old saying, if it ain’t one thing it’s another, certainly applies to my life at the moment. Just when I start to get a little perspective on my life and the way I’d like to live it, all these…things…start springing up! Well let’s be honest, it’s really just one BIG thing with a few niggling little things bopping around.

What we’re gonna do now is go back…way back…back into time

For the last few years I’ve been regularly contemplating my existence. My midlife crisis is about four years early, which, according to Mama Diva, makes all the sense in the world as I was “developmentally advanced” as a child. All I can think about is how I’m going to die soon and will have nothing to show for my wasted life. After Mama Diva there will be no one left to care that I ever existed! There is no spouse or children. My siblings and I jump from adoration to estrangement with such alarming frequency that I’m never really sure where I stand with either of them!

I know what you’re thinking Dear Readers. You’re thinking that nothing is written in stone so why keep bitching. Right? Well yes I know, intellectually, that nothing is ever final and life is what you make it but that doesn’t make it any less scary and often times shitty as hell while I’m living it. Case in point:

You don’t keep it thugy like he keep it thugy

So there’s this guy at my job, we’ll call him Thug Life, who I flirt with all the time. I don’t know why but I find him so damned attractive! My friends would say it’s because I’ve always had a thing for thugs, which is true but I think there’s something more. It isn’t all about his looks either. He isn’t much taller than me (I saw his CDL today and he’s 5’ 7”) and he has average looks but he’s very dark which, coincidentally, is just the way I likes it baby! In fact, he is so dark that you have to get within three feet of him to see all the tattoos on his steel girder-like arms. And oh my goodness but his body is stunning…at least what I can see ‘cause he love himself some baggy clothes! Sigh. God I love looking at him! And now that I’ve touched him I can’t stop thinking about how wonderful he’d feel and how wonderful it would feel for him to feel me!

Okay so I guess I need to back up a bit right? Like I wrote we’d been flirting for weeks with nothing really happening until two weeks ago when he seemed to be going out of his way to speak to me. Of course I was delighted I mean, the brother is fine and this is such an 180º from all the goons that typically try to chat me up during the day. So I sense your quizzical stares at your computer screens – What the fuck is the problem Glamour Diva…RUSH THAT SHIT! The problem is this:

a. He’s married with three children.
b. He doesn’t care that he’s married with three children.
c. I know he’s married with three children yet I still want him like my life depended on me having him!

I haven’t had such a visceral response to someone (Lome Fa’atau notwithstanding) like this in years! Is it the pheromones? Is it that he’s just sexy as hell? Is it because I’ve decided to remain celibate until I find the right person for me? Or is it a combination of everything?

Otherwise, you may say in your heart, 'My power and the strength of my hand made me this wealth.' – Deuteronomy 8:17

Earlier this year, during Lent, I made official the promise I’d made to myself by turning over my will to God’s will by giving up sex and making a concerted effort to pray every morning for the lasting love I crave. I know some learned theologian might disagree with me on this but it’s weird that whenever we truly want change and really get down to the brass tacks of making said changes in our lives, it seems God comes along and says, ‘Okay so you say you’re serious and you stand by faith? Well take that! And this! And oh my how about a little of THIS!?!?”

I know my feelings for Thug Life are just a test. A very sensual, dark chocolate dipped test but a test just the same. If I want a boyfriend and eventually a husband (Although the idea of marriage still frightens the hell out of me!) I have to be strong and not fall back into my old patterns. I’m not just referring to the sex, mind you, but to my attitude in general.

Working on this job has been a wonderful exercise is patience, which I sorely lack, and it’s carried over into my relationship with my Mother. I’ve been fighting the entire house cleaning and remodeling thing because I fear change. And while it is still difficult I’m not being a total brat about helping her get things done. Also, I don’t make a lot of money but my bills are getting paid. Is it a miracle? Yes, it’s a miracle that I decided to become more financially responsible because who wants to marry a woman with lots of debt? I find that I’m calmer and more relaxed about many things (except for having the hot pants for Thug Life) in general but there is still this sense of urgency which I don’t quite understand but I guess I’ll just have to continue to pray on that.

I ask myself this question – Is it possible to force yourself to grow up while simultaneously pushing back old age? I’m hoping the answer is yes! It’s taken a while for me to realize it but you can’t invite change into one area of your life without it taking over every other part. And when I asked God to help me I had to be open to accepting that help in whatever form it took. This time it might be a very attractive man who is an example of everything I don’t want in a relationship. And my feelings for him? Maybe the intensity of these feelings is just to remind me of how rare a true and uplifting love is and how much harder I’ll have to work to keep it once I’ve received it? Whatever the meaning I know that any “wealth” I receive will not be gained by my hand alone. That’s what faith and God’s grace are for. – GD
 

Shutting Up Is Hard To Do

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They say that shutting up is hard to do
And we know, we know that it's true
Don't speak another word
Instead of talking trash I wish someone would kick your ass instead

Sung to the tune of Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by Neil Sedaka (Original lyrics found here )


There have been many people I’ve wanted to flip off over the last few months I just haven’t had the time with all the work, work, rugby foolishness, work and rugby foolishness. But now I’m ready to…go there…and you are cordially invited! And for all you rugby lovers out there, don’t worry babes, I got you covered. Now, on to the verbal smack downs:

This week’s list of people whose lips I’d like to permanently zip are:

All the current Republican candidates - Zip your lips! Ronald Reagan is dead. His policies live on but he is most certainly dead. Please stop invoking his name as is you’re standing over a boiling cauldron with newt eyes just waiting to be added! You could reanimate the corpse of Theodore Roosevelt (big stick included) and while impressive it would still not draw attention away from the fact that all of you still suckle at the teat of Dick Cheney and his faithful pooch Bush! The American people are on to you…well, at least those of us with more than two brain cells to rub together. Sure the Democrats aren’t much better but at least they’re trying…a little. Okay so they’re still talking about maybe making some changes but at least that’s a start! Your butts seem to still be firmly nailed to your party’s planks of almost thirty years ago! In the name of everything that is sacred and holy please just – Shut Up!

The Democratic Party - Close yo mouf! Oh you make me so sick! This is not the time to be sweet! America doesn’t need a kinder, gentler Democratic Party! What we need is a political party that isn’t afraid to put its foot on the neck of the Republicans! The American people voted you to power last year and you’ve done nothing but whine. You asked for a timetable on pulling out of Iraq, Cheney growled at you and you scattered like ants. You can’t play nice with Republicans because they don’t know how. You have to act tough even if you aren’t. Taking the high road is so 1976 people! You don’t have to beg for scraps at the feet of those jerks like Dickensian street urchins! To paraphrase Sean Connery in The Untouchables: They pull a knife, you pull a gun. They send one of yours to the hospital, you send one of theirs to the morgue. That’s the Washington D.C. way! And that's how you get the Republicans. You may not be the best people for the job Democrats but you’re all we’ve got so step up, do what ya do playas and – Shut Up!

Graham "Ted" Henry – Shut your cake hole! Ted…Ted…Ted. You act as if you’re already carrying that World Cup trophy around in your back pocket! You talk and you talk and you talk, pissing off players, coaches and whole countries as you go. Yes the All Blacks are a force to be reckoned with but the fat lady hasn’t sung yet! You pulled twenty-one (Chris Masoe doesn’t count) of your best players out of the Super 14 to do God only knows what thus handing over the whole series to the South Africans. Those same players came back broken up and busted up and utterly useless. The players you left to pick of the Super 14 pieces are also so bruised and battered from constantly playing in overdrive that they might not make it through the NPC and even if they do make it through your sorry ass probably won’t even reward them with a spot on the World Cup team! And furthermore, let’s be honest here, the ABs haven’t had any real competition since last year’s Tri-Nations. Everyone (except Canada) is too busy worrying about their own provincial championships and the World Cup to send their best players to waste 80 minutes with you. Listen and listen well Mr. Henry – the world loves the All Blacks but that doesn’t mean it loves YOU! You better pray that come September the rest of the planet isn’t so tired of your shit talking that they take it out on your players. In other words – Shut Up!

The Madness of Coach Henry

Precisely what sort of idiot is Graham “Ted” Henry?









Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!

Sigh! These politicians and the rugby ain’t gone worry me! – GD
 

The Nasty Boy Chronicles – 3

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I'm a Southern Girl
From way down South
Got a dirty way
'Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South
Southern Girl – Erykah Badu

That's right, pleased to meet u 

I still won't tell u my name 

Don't u believe in mystery? 

Don't u wanna play my game?
Nasty Girl – Vanity 6

Nas·ty |nastē|
adjective (-tier, -tiest)
Highly unpleasant, esp. to the senses; physically nauseating, repugnant to the mind; morally bad, Of a person or animal – behaving in an unpleasant or spiteful way, annoying or unwelcome, physically or mentally damaging or harmful.


Full disclosure Dear Readers…I’m a flirt. I’m also one hell of a cock tease and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Seduction is a lost art form people! We are all so concerned with “the get” that we’ve forgotten how nice it feels to just sit back and let all those anticipatory feelings wash over us and engulf those lucky enough to be standing near us. Flirting is fun! Having said that, I will now give you a view into the wicked mind of your girl, Glamour Diva…

A Tale of Two Mexicans

Mexicano número uno – I call him “Ratonito” (Lil’ Mouse) because he’s short, pudgy and has beady, shifty little brown eyes. He’s also a filthy little fucker (Pestilence anyone?) but I’m way filthier and I showed him that recently. I was walking down the hall towards my office when I noticed him standing next to the break room entrance. I called out to him (¡Ratonito!) and he answered me (¡Sí mi amor! ¿Que paso?) then asked if I was leaving for lunch. I said no then asked if he was hungry. He smiled slyly while looking me up and down then chuckled and shook his head. I leaned in close to him and said:

I have something for you to eat but I know if I gave it to you your whole face would look like a glazed donut afterwards.

As Mama Diva would say, you could have sold him for two cents worth of dog meat! He was so nonplussed that all he could do was smile widely and walk away shaking his head. Lesser men would have given up after that but not the indomitable mouse! Today he was back again, nibbling away at the queso in the Trampa del ratón I keep in my cleavage. ¡Aye Pobrecito (Poor baby)!

Mexicano número dos – “Tío Tímido” (Uncle Shy) is a very sweet gentleman with a definite naughty streak! He isn’t as forward as some of the others but I know what lust looks like and I can see it in his eyes. He isn’t very handsome but he isn’t busted up in the face either. He has a beginner potbelly and we’re about the same height but he has a lot of hair and it’s graying at the temples, which makes him look kind of distinguished. In short, he really does look like that kindly, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly, old Uncle everyone has. I’ve known for a while that he has a little crush on me but like I wrote, he’s harmless so I always make sure I have a big smile for him whenever I see him. But yesterday I was bored so I decided to have some fun with him.

I was in Ms. Sadie’s office helping her with the filing when he stopped by on his way to clock in. We all made small talk for a while when I noticed he’d gotten a haircut. He was surprised that I’d noticed and nervously touched his head. I told him he looked very handsome and he turned bright red! I asked him was he blushing and he whispered yes as he ran off to clock in.

A few minutes later I was back in the dispatch office when I noticed him by the window, kneeling in front of the Driver’s payroll file cabinet outside the office. I walked over to the window and gave him one of those very obvious, silly winks. He blushed again and mouthed something I couldn’t hear behind the glass. I walked outside and he repeated that he wanted to take me to dinner later on that evening. I smiled and thanked him saying that I wouldn’t be able to join him because I got off work at 5pm. He sighed a little then said, “Maybe next time” as he walked towards the door that leads to the truck yard. Wasn’t that sweet ya’ll? Unfortunately…

Many Hens…Only One Rooster

…The Rooster witnessed the whole damn thing! Tío Tímido saw him looking and started pointing and laughing. I swear The Rooster looked like a dog that’d just heard a noise, ears pointed up and out, nostrils flared and sniffing. So I decided I’d give him an award winning show! I pretended to ignore him while I waved sweetly to Tío Tímido, smiling my best “I Want Your Face Between My Thighs” smile. Of course Tío turned practically crimson and scurried out the door! And The Rooster? He pretended not to notice as he lowered his head, frowning the frown of the unwanted. Yay for Tío! Boo…Hiss for The Rooster!

In my next installment I’ll take you on a ride to the “Thugy” side of town…that is unless something sillier happens which is entirely possible at this crazy ass job! And YES, those are my actual lips! Stay tuned ya’ll! – GD



Winky Cheesecake pic found here
 

Sunday Night Videos – 31

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I haven’t done one of these in SOOOOOOOOO long but I just couldn’t resist sharing some of my new favorite comedy clips with you, my dearest Dear Readers. Therefore, let us all take a moment to let loose a hearty WOOT! WOOT! as we sample the funny!

Dr. Tran's Quiet Log Time
More raw, kick ass action from the incredible Dr. Tran!


Flight of the Conchords - Episode 1
This show is so damned funny! I love their deadpan delivery! I can’t wait for the next episode ya’ll!


Flight of the Conchords - Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros
There ain’t no party like a Nanna tea party ‘cause a Nanna tea party won’t…STOP!


Sarah Silverman attacks Paris Hilton
This was made by a PH supporter and was supposed to make Ms. Silverman look bad but I think it just showcases how funny she is…


Chabal's Huge hit on Masoe - New Zealand v France - 02/06/07
While not officially comedy, it’s still the funniest thing I’ve seem in ages!


Have a great week Dear Readers and don’t work too hard! – GD
 

The Nasty Boy Chronicles – 2

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I’m not a prude,
I just want some respect
So close the door if you want me to respond
‘Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is control
No, my first name ain’t baby,
It’s Janet... Ms. Jackson if you’re nasty
Nasty – Janet Jackson

Nas·ty |nastē|
adjective (-tier, -tiest)
Highly unpleasant, esp. to the senses; physically nauseating, repugnant to the mind; morally bad, Of a person or animal – behaving in an unpleasant or spiteful way, annoying or unwelcome, physically or mentally damaging or harmful.


Picture it – My job…today…my co-worker's office…11:30 am. I’m shooting the shit with my co-worker; let’s call her Ms. Sadie, when one of the new drivers named Red Dog (His nickname for himself, not mine) comes boppin’ in. What can I tell you about Red Dog? Well he’s tall; at least 6’3”. He’s not busted up in the face but he isn’t really my type either. I suppose the thing that bothers me most about him is all the Jesus talk he spews out of the right side of his mouth and all the sexual innuendo and double entendre he spits from the left side! This is an example from last week:

I’m in Ms. Sadie’s office, leaned over her desk, showing her how to do something on her computer. My butt is, unfortunately, turned towards the door. Red Dog walks into the office and stops short as he ogles my ass

RD: Booooy you ought to be glad I’m saved!
Ms. S: Um-hmm. Tell her she better be careful standin’ like that in this place!
Me: [Rolling my eyes] No. You ought to be glad I’M saved!

So anyway, Ms. Sadie and I are talking and he walks in. He gives me a perfunctory shoulder hug (Which I wasn’t at all upset about) then walks over to Ms. Sadie and gives her a real hug and a kiss on the cheek. That’s when I jokingly say, “Hey! I didn’t get a kiss!”

So the fool walks over to me and begins this rant about how he behaved in the past and how he’s left that old life behind and temptation this and get thee behind me Satan that and blah, blah, blah! Ms. Sadie and me are just looking at him like he’s crazy, wondering when it will all end. Finally Ms. Sadie tells him that he’s reading way too much into it and I agree with her.

All of a damn sudden…and I fuckin’ kid you not Dear Readers… He leans over and licks my cheek! YES I SAID L.I.C.K. ! Now it wasn‘t a full on Saint Bernard type lick but it was a LICK just the same and I was totally shocked and completely grossed out! Ms. Sadie just sat there and stared at him! Of course he tried to back track saying he was “Just kiddin’” but the damage had been done! Can you believe the best he could come up with is a feeble just kiddin’? Anything short of an apology recited in iambic pentameter while on bended knee quickly followed by passionate begging not to be turned in to HR is unacceptable! But all I could do was grab a paper towel from Ms. Sadie’s cabinet, wipe the remainder of his warm spittle from my possibly infected cheek and walk quietly back to my desk.

Ick as well as Eeeeeewwwwwwwwww people!

I’m nervous now Dear Readers. He’s gotten a taste of the Glamour Diva so what’s to stop him from coming back for a big, juicy bite? Ugh! Stay tuned ya’ll! – GD



Licky pic found here