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Jun 12
WHAT! (via kaiomi)

WHAT!

(via kaiomi)

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The Cool Kids - 88
Scammers back to prey on troops’ families

This is disturbing.

A mother in Austin, Texas, got a call from scammers claiming her son had been injured in Iraq. The caller claimed to be from the Red Cross and asked for $5,000 for assistance for her son, said Joe Moffatt, senior vice president for service to the armed forces for the American Red Cross.

Thankfully, she didn’t give them any money. Why can’t scammers just go back to selling magazines door to door and sending hilarious emails for V i A G R A?

blogonthe: Fox News, being racist as shit (Salon)

blogonthe:

Fox News, being racist as shit (Salon)

DesMoinesRegister.com has an amazing infographic of a tornado that destroyed Parkersburg, Iowa. Check out the before and after pics and the video at the bank.

Wow.

Jun 11

This video probably isn’t work safe, despite the censor bars (or maybe in spite of them?).

Nonetheless:

For the first time ever, a video of good-looking, naked young people was made more interesting with censor bars.

The song is “Toe Jam,” by BPA (featuring David Byrne and Dizzee Rascal).

Fun.

Jack Cafferty Knows What A “Money Shot” Is
From a photo gallery of phone sex operators by Phillip Toledano comes poetry like this: “To the caller, when I first answer, I am the inanimate Barbie. They do not know what I look like, who I am or how I feel. They can only imagine. It is my job to indulge their fantasies, to convince them that I am not a doll. I am their dream turned real. I view every question the caller asks me as a command for me to transform. If they ask if I am blonde, I become a blonde. If they ask how wet I am, I tell them that my panties are drenched. I respond to every sound the caller makes with an affirmation, I encourage them, I breathe life into their fantasy, I carve the doll out of flesh. I do not view myself as this doll, as the commodity. I am the manufacturer who creates her from the blueprint that the caller provides me. When the caller comes, it is positive feedback. Like an architect patting his contractor on the back.” I love when something beautiful like this comes from such an unusual place. It’s proof that God (figuratively, of course) is in the details. (via the always worth reading waxy).

From a photo gallery of phone sex operators by Phillip Toledano comes poetry like this:

“To the caller, when I first answer, I am the inanimate Barbie. They do not know what I look like, who I am or how I feel. They can only imagine. It is my job to indulge their fantasies, to convince them that I am not a doll. I am their dream turned real. I view every question the caller asks me as a command for me to transform. If they ask if I am blonde, I become a blonde. If they ask how wet I am, I tell them that my panties are drenched. I respond to every sound the caller makes with an affirmation, I encourage them, I breathe life into their fantasy, I carve the doll out of flesh. I do not view myself as this doll, as the commodity. I am the manufacturer who creates her from the blueprint that the caller provides me. When the caller comes, it is positive feedback. Like an architect patting his contractor on the back.”

I love when something beautiful like this comes from such an unusual place. It’s proof that God (figuratively, of course) is in the details.

(via the always worth reading waxy).

The Yes We Can Cola from Jones Soda tastes like victory, I bet.
The Yes We Can Cola from Jones Soda tastes like victory, I bet.
CheckUgly for more on what the fuck this is.
CheckUgly for more on what the fuck this is.
An Affair To Remember

She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex:

Because both Bob and Dorothy suffer from dementia, the son assumed that his father didn’t fully understand what was going on. And his sputtering cell phone call reporting the scene he’d happened upon would have been funny, the manager said, if the consequences hadn’t been so serious.

Keeping with my occasional “disturbing medical anomaly” theme here at It’s Randomonium! I present you to a baby born with a penis on his back. In China!
onandon: Peanut Butter Motherfucker! (Photo by Terry Richardson, via Vice Magazine)

onandon:

Peanut Butter Motherfucker!

(Photo by Terry Richardson, via Vice Magazine)

Jun 10
MySpace shouldn’t exist.
MySpace shouldn’t exist.
Jun 09
Is Google Making Us Stupid?
If you can get through all four pages of this article by Nicholas Carr, then the answer is no.