Oh man, get me a bunch of this stuff. Scientists have come up with a drug, AICAR, that’ll give you all the benefits of exercise without the messy sweat. Mice in testing burned more calories and had less fat. I’m sold. Get it on the market, stat.
“We have exercise in a pill,” said Ron Evans, an author of the study at the Salk Institute. After just a month of taking the drug and exercising, mice could run 68% longer and 70% farther than mice that exercised without it.
Docs Down Under are blacklisting vagina rejuvenation procedures in Australia, saying that women are being injured — and they think regulations oughta be, er, tightened. Women dick around with labioplasty to change the look of their vajayjays, or to narrow them, or heighten the G-spot. And the cost could drive you into a hole.
Now the Royal Australian and New Zealand College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists has labeled the knish stitching “dangerous, expensive and unwarranted.” The cooter rebooter costs as much as $10K, and there are fears that it might prey on people with insecurities, with some enduring “scarring, disfigurement, infection and altered sexual sensations.” That’s fucked up.
Some women seeking the labioplasty did not know that there was a huge variation in how women’s external snizzles look, with some bringing in pictures and saying “make mine look like this.” Exsnatchly?
Cosmetic surgeons down there, Down Under, said the majority of women who have labia and taco surgery were “very happy” with results. It’s curtains for this story.
I suppose it’s inevitable that when Naziesque Republican propagandists use the media to portray Obama as a “celebrity” by comparing him in attack ads to Britney Spears, then the parodists are going to feed on the machine. Watch this from Slate:
In yet another display of impossibly cynical Republican gall, King George II stood on the White House lawn today and proclaimed that “terrorists are on the run” in Iraq, and that he’s taking the bold step of reducing the length of duty tours to 12 months instead of 15, to benefit our “wonderful military families.”
This insane propaganda will likely be stepped up as we near the Republican convention, where they’ll be crowning what’s left of McCain’s head with the successor’s helmet.
Oh man, this stuff scares the Chop Suey out of me. About 20 days ago, a man died in the Wanjiakou Village of Shandong (yes, Shandong) Province in China. According to reports, his entire body turned dark purple, he bled from his mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes as he went to the big Chinese restaurant in the sky. The same thing happened to me last night when I watched ten minutes of ABC’s “Wipeout.”
For now, it’s being called a “mystery fatal hemorrhagic disease.” Two other men who had contact showed the same symptoms and croaked, with half a dozen more being treated at the Wendeng Central Hospital which means it’s got that nasty label: contagious. A similar outbreak occurred in the Sichuan province in 2005, matching a 1918 pandemic which was linked to virulent swine bacterium — which are usually not seen outside of attorneys offices.
This Google map of Shandong shows Beijing to the north, home of this summer’s Olympic Games. This will not stop me from eating Barbecued Pork Fried Rice.
Borrowing a page from Nazi propagandist Joseph Goebbels’ playbook, the Washington Post today declared:“For four days, Sen. John McCain and his allies have accused Sen. Barack Obama of snubbing wounded soldiers by canceling a visit to a military hospital because he could not take reporters with him, despite no evidence that the charge is true.”
As your Chexy told you last month, the swiftboating of Obama has gone into high gear, with specious allegations like this one. There is also an email campaign of an alleged letter from an American soldier outraged by Obama’s visit — that has been found to be totally false, but it circulates around the world on the net, forwarded by unsuspecting citizens who believe everything they find in their inboxes.
The Nazis proved it doesn’t matter what you say, so long as you keep saying it. Bush has played this Hitlerian card about Iraq since the beginning. Now the evil McCainus, desperate to tear down the Obama juggernaut, has slipped off the Rove slope into propaganda aimed at destroying Obie.
The Post also says: “McCain’s advisers said they do not intend to back down from the charge, believing it an effective way to create a ‘narrative’ about what they say is Obama’s indifference toward the military.” Here’s McCain’s latest pathetic, desperate ad, which would make even Leni Riefenstahl blush:
“That propaganda is good which leads to success, and that is bad which fails to achieve the desired result. It is not propaganda’s task to be intelligent, its task is to lead to success.”
Nothing takes the sting out of the death of your predecessor like an encounter with a bee mascot. That’s how it was for the glamorous Duchess of Cornwall yesterday at the Sandringham Flower Show, where she chatted up a hippie dressed as a bee.
Obviously, even the bee was critical of Camilla’s off-the-rack bubby shmata and parasol, and wondered why she doesn’t consult a stylist to work on her ironclad 80′s ‘do? Is she hiding some kind of growth on the back of her head? Oh, no, that’s Charles there behind her.
Well, y’all, that lil’ baber musta been his’n afterallers! Candy corn-brained Jamie Lynn is gonna get hitched to pipefitter Casey Aldridge, and you know what that means… Aunt Britney will be Matron of Honor! Break out the Cheez-Its and grape sodey pop!
It’ll likely be a backyard affair in glamorous Liberty, Mississippi, where the teen mom just bought a 3-acre property — and it won’t be long now before lil’ Maddie has a playfriend — which will increase future K-Fed’s alimony. He better get her knockered up again right quick if he knows what’s good for him! OK! magazine gave these two hayseeds $1 million for the first pix of their baber — and that’s a ding dang lot of Lunchables — my imaginary daughter Amy’s favorite.
And thank you all for writing — yes, I’ve returned Amy’s cell phone to her — since her mother insisted on buying her a Hello Kitty bluetooth. Thanks a heap, Carolyn.
Ali Lohan, 47-year-old teen shrew of “Living Lohan,” appeared yesterday at the red carpet opening of the sequel to that “Traveling Pants” chick flick. There was an unknown dried white substance on Ali’s blouse (click pic to enlarge).
When will baby have her first DUI? She won’t get her permit for another two years. Mom has been helping with baby’s makeup, while her black hair dye manages to hide her telltale gray. Being 14 is a bitch.
Ali wants to sing and act — and if you haven’t heard her sing, you should know that she sings like an angel… of death. Perhaps she should consider a career in deejaying like auntie Samantha.
“We have exercise in a pill,” said Ron Evans, an author of the study at the Salk Institute. After just a month of taking the drug and exercising, mice could run 68% longer and 70% farther than mice that exercised without it.
