
The ill-advised (in my opinion) arrest of Harvard Professor Henry Lewis Gates last week by Cambridge Police Officer Sgt. James Crowley for being "uppity", caught the attention of the nation, but it was President Obama's comment that the Cambridge Police "acted stupidly" and the rather terrible response by the Cambridge Police Union at its press conference, which created a much-needed national conversation about race, law enforcement, and American culture.
Continue reading more about bigotry, racism, and hatred in law enforcement.
Why lie? If we read between the lines, Obama was really saying, "COPS ARE DUMB RACISTS!"
What's so wrong with that? Does everyone in law enforcement think that because they have a badge and/or a criminology degree that it makes them racially unbiased? Does it make them some sort of experts? Some kind of geniuses? Krapsody thinks they may all get their information from Pat Buchanan, who believes that white people "built" America.
At risk of being beaten on the side of the road or worse yet, being arrested..next time a cop asks you for your license and registration, or what you are doing in your own home, ask him/her what the Potential Energy of a rod dropped from a mile above the Earth due to Gravitational Force would be, provided the following equation:
set m2 to be 1kg which will give the amount of Joules delivered by a projectile per kg of mass.
U(g) = (6.67428*10^-11 m^3 kg^-1 s^-2) * (5.9742 ×10^24 kg
) (*1kg) / (35,790,000 m)
U(g) = 11 140 956.6 joules/ kg
U(g)= 11,140,959 Joules/kg of projectile.
Compare to Fatboy which had an explosive yield of at least 13 kilotons of TNT when dropped from the same distance.
If they get the correct answer, then they were either a child prodigy that chose to serve the higher good by being a public servant, or they failed miserably as a rocket scientist.
We turn to Cambridge police department's Sgt. Stadanko, formerly of the LAPD, for some insight into racial profiling.
"Look, just because our boys beat the spit out of Rodney King in 1991, sparking a series of riots in Los Angeles, doesn't mean cops are racists anymore than Michael Richards is," Sgt. Stadanko says, "As police officers, we're faced with making decisions about whom we arrest, who we beat silly, and who we don't bother with."
"We follow our hunches, and if backed into a corner, we strike like wild animals."
"We have to set our priorities. Do we arrest an unarmed black professor in his own home for a possible burglary attempt, but charge with disorderly conduct when we have nothing else instead?"
Stadanko gets a gleam in his eye, "OR.. do we arrest a white man dressed in an expensive suit..maybe he's only in his underwear..and he's robbing a local bank branch at gun point, armed with a semi-automatic SIG556 assault rifle with a 16” military grade cold hammer forged barrel, chambered in 5.56mm NATO, with a twist rate of 1 in 7”, a STL-900L Tactical Light/Laser, and a silencer/flash suppressor."
"Mistaken identity. Paranoid neighbors. Who knows?!..it's like My Little Pony walking into A Nightmare Before Christmas. Frankly, colored folks all look alike to us anyway..and how is that our fault? I think the choice is obvious in these situations. It's our easy button,"
Stadanko continues, "Arrests of this nature are a sure thing. We're talking easy money for our court systems. Given the current economic crisis, it will help boost city and state economies, with these "black and white"/open and shut cases."
"Fewer trials and more fines paid by economically disadvantaged minority criminals, means a new traffic light, and more government benefits for our inner city police departments...benefits like more hookers, or more pillow cases for our Klan uniforms."
The lynching of Krapsody has been pre-approved by the FBI, LAPD, and the Cambridge PD,
and deemed not to be a hate crime, or an interstate threat coupled with extortion!!
***The great image hosting service, Photobucket, deleted that image recently. Because they're image Nazis, and also because "freedom of speech" doesn't apply to images hosted at popular image hosting sites. Apparently, netizens don't want to be reminded that there were, or still are people like this in America. Read my response to Photobucket!***
"As far as what Obama was quoted as saying...he made a couple of valid points. Everyone in this situation overreacted. Our department should have just hosed Gates down 'til he was sober. Gates should have sucked it up and not gotten uppity. And Obama should have minded his own business."
"Obama ain't Gawd. But at least he's not a quitter like that Sarah Palin broad," Stadanko says.
"I'm just glad Obama didn't make the usual cliched remark about police personnel and their obsession with donuts..or we'd have to burn a cross on the White House lawn...even though it's true..every word of it. That may be the only honest answer you'll get from me today."
Where does this leave "normal" law abiding citizens like you and me? ..Not safe anywhere, any place, at anytime. Ever hear of The Patriot Act? Just stay indoors. Hide in your caves, or under your rocks. With the internet, you can accomplish everything you do in the "real world". Facebook, Amazon, Twitter..? Want not, need not.
Unless you have the urge to dress up in sheets, and socialize with The Gay Black Jewish Klansmen meetings held in Tyrone's mom's basement on Wednesday evenings.
p.s. "Anonymous" HoBlogger..I throw salt in your eyes, and pepper in your nose! Grow a pair - reveal your true identity, you've already shown your true "colors" here today! So what do you have to lose?!
UPDATE: Are you sure you want or need the help of some police officers capable of doing this?
OR what about this supporting evidence of police brutality?
Or how about this (just in case you think this only happens to black/latino & hispanic/or asian people because they did something wrong and deserved it OR that these are simply isolated experiences exclusive to minorities, the elderly, gays/lesbians, prostitutes, unseemly characters such as drug addicts, neighborhoods or even cultures other than yours that you don't approve of anyway)? Had enough yet?
Note: not all police officers or law enforcement officials are corrupt or commit such atrocities. However, let this article shed light upon that just because someone wears a badge doesn't mean they aren't capable of crimes just as much as our stereotypical ideas of "criminals".
To Be A Cop Or To Be A Racial Profiler..That Is The Question
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My Chat Session With "Steve"
I recently picked up a Palm Pre from some shlep on Craigslist. I am hopeful they aren't an eStalker, or a serial killer...actually I do, simply because I'd like to take them out. I enjoy raping and strangling serial killers (more than I do clowns, but sometimes it's a real bonus when they are both). So anyhow, as luck would have it, the damn thing has had connectivity issues (they can be resolved), but I needed "technical support" at Palm to help me get it resolved. Anyway, here's that conversation.
Of course technical support is a test in patience with any company. Poor training, or lack of interest/laziness on the employee's part. Yanno?
Naturally, I didn't use the device to contact support and I never use the device while I'm driving..that's another story. But I do like to use it when I have some downtime at work and I want to browse the web..etc.
I've changed MY name for sake of anonymity on the internet. But have opted to keep the support tech's screen name...as I am quite certain it isn't their real name.7:45 PM Connecting to Rescue Gateway: control.app01-13.logmeinrescue.com...
7:45 PM Connected to Rescue Gateway. A support representative will be with you shortly.
7:45 PM Support session established with Steve.
7:46 PM John B: Hello.
7:46 PM Steve: Hello.
7:47 PM Steve: I understand that you are having an issue with wifi connectivity.
7:47 PM John B: Yes. As I stated in the problem description field: I'm having problems with wi-fi and phone connections. Wi-fi either works for a few minutes if it connects and then kicks me off..or will not connect at all. I quadruple checked my settings both at work and home and I still have the problem at both locations (includes public hot spots). Lots of dropped calls too. Sprint sucks I guess. Help?
7:47 PM Steve: Let me help you with that.
7:48 PM Steve: May I know the device you are using?
7:48 PM John B: It's a Palm Pre
7:49 PM Steve: Please follow the steps given in the link below and let me know if you need any further help with them.
7:49 PM Steve: http://kb.palm.com/blah blah
7:49 PM Steve has sent a link: http://kb.palm.com/blah!
7:52 PM John B: Already tried those steps outlined in the link(s) you supplied. Still no results.
7:54 PM Steve: Okay, did you give wep key to get it connected .
7:55 PM Steve: ?
7:55 PM Steve: Also the router must be set to wireless 'B' mode.
7:56 PM John B: Please give me a chance to answer. Thank you. For work yes, I have set this device for WEP. But at my home it is a WPA-PSK connection.
7:56 PM John B: What is wireless B mode? Can you explain in more detail, please.
7:56 PM Steve: That mode as to be set on router to which you are connecting the device.
7:57 PM Steve: Once you contact IT of the router, they will help you wito set the mode.
7:58 PM John B: Is that an abbreviation for 'wireless base station'?
7:59 PM Steve: Yes.
8:00 PM John B: OK. So I need to set the IP address for the base station then?
8:02 PM Steve: Yes, then you will be able to connect the device wirelessly.
8:02 PM Steve: Thank you for understanding!
8:03 PM John B: Or I should say..the Base Station MAC address. OK, so I should call NETGEAR and ream them (in other words)?
8:05 PM Steve: Yes, once you have correct wep key and set to wireless 'b' mode you can get it connected.
8:06 PM John B: Alright, I'll try that. In the meantime, if I have a continuation of the problem I'll be back. Be sure of that.
8:06 PM Steve: Sure, please get back to us if you have further issues.
8:06 PM Steve: We are here to help you.
8:07 PM John B: Thanks.
8:07 PM Steve: You are welcome. Is there anything else I could help you with?
8:07 PM Steve: Thank you for your patience and cooperation displayed in this chat session!
8:07 PM John B: No thanks, I suppose that should be it for now..even though my problem is not solved ..yet.
8:07 PM Steve: It is pleasant to assist friendly and wonderful customer like you!
8:07 PM John B: Ha ha, sure. =)
8:08 PM Steve: It's great working with you!
8:08 PM Steve: Thank you for contacting Palm Technical Support. Please feel free to contact us for further assistance.
8:08 PM John B: Ok, thanks "Steve".
8:08 PM Steve: You are most welcome.
8:08 PM Steve: Have a great night!!
8:08 PM John B: You too.
8:08 PM Steve: Thank you!
8:08 PM Steve: Take care!! Bye!!!
8:09 PM John B: Take care.
8:09 PM John B: Bye.
8:09 PM John B: See you.
8:09 PM John B: Yada yada.
8:10 PM Steve: Bye!!!
8:10 PM John B: Yep. So, since we're still chatting..how's the weather in Taiwan?
8:10 PM Steve: I'm sorry, what?
8:10 PM John B: The weather..in Taiwan. How is it?
8:10 PM Steve: what?
8:11 PM John B: The weather, "Steve". IN TAIWAN. How is it?
8:12 PM Steve: How do you know we are in Taiwan?
8:12 PM John B: Because, I wasn't born yesterday. No one in tech support has the name Steve. LOL! Ok, maybe they do. But it's rare that they do. Especially when Palm,Inc. outsources their tech support jobs through Taiwan, "Steve". Frankly, your usage/command of the English language indicates English is probably your second language, amirite?
8:14 PM Steve: Ok sir, please you are correct. But I was only wishing to end the conversation now with a pleasant to assist friendly and wonderful customer like you!
8:14 PM John B: Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before Steve-O. So back to my question..How's the weather in Taiwan, specifically, Taipei?
8:15 PM Steve: Please sir i do not know what you mean.
8:15 PM John B: Taipei, Taiwan, Steve. Taipei, Taiwan.
8:18 PM Steve: it is pleasant but mix of clouds and sun warm with somewhat high humidity there is a some light wind at 3kilometers per hour East.
8:18 PM John B: Shit, Steve. You sound like a goddamn meteorologist. Thanks for the
detailed forecast, weather man/tech support guy. So how's the wife and kids, Steve?
8:20 PM Steve: How how do you know I have wife and children?
8:20 PM John B: Lucky guess, bub. So how are they?
8:21 PM Steve: They are fine thanks much
8:21 PM John B: Of course they are. Your wife seems to be doing great. I just ask that you leave the key under the mat where your wife placed it for me. It's a real hassle when I'm locked out to have to call her on a Palm that has connectivity issues.
8:23 PM Steve: what?
8:23 PM John B: Yes, Steve. That's right. I'm banging your wife while you are at work and the kids are at school. Please leave the key under the mat tomorrow. Thank you.
8:26 PM Steve: Tish is not possibel to be happening. How do yuo kno its my wife you are teh banging with?!!!
8:26 PM John B: Well, she has a tiny birthmark on her left hip in the shape of a platypus. When she sneezes, she crinkles up her nose and makes a really high pitched AH-CHOO noise. She sounds like a cat in heat when she's getting laid. AND she always wears black silk panties. Real cute. Yeah? Oh, since we are on speaking terms now, I guess I should call you by your real name, right Fak-wei?
8:27 PM Steve: You are full shit! you are liar!
8:27 PM John B: Aw, c'mon Fak-wei. You can't tell me you didn't know. I forgot my Sponge Bob boxer briefs in your bed last month, they were underneath YOUR pillow..I'm sure you found 'em..they had a big ol' skid mark in 'em! Could I have them back please?
8:28 PM Steve: fuck you asshole!!!
8:28 PM John B: They were my favorite underwears..btw I really like that Bamboo plant in the corner of the bedroom, it came in really handy when I had to pee really bad and Song Hye (your wife) was so very busy washing out her cooch after I spunked all up in it. You know, if it makes you feel better. She's into three-ways. And I'm sure tomorrow she would want you to join in. Bring some Astroglide. ;)
8:30 PM Steve: FUFt&eU@WhfGj5#KJ%6SH!
8:30 PM John B: There, there, "Steve". Shh. Shhh. I'll bring the butt plugs.
8:31 PM John B:....................Steve?.........Fak-wei?
8:31 PM Steve:........................................[Steve has ended the session.]
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Can You Hear Me Now?
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"The inability to stay quiet is one
of the conspicuous failings of mankind."
- Walter Bagehot, 1826-1877
I'm sure you've all been asking yourselves "where has that wild and crazy guy, Static been?" I'll tell you in this torrid tale, just for your enquiring minds that will make your socks shoot off your feet, right into the dirty clothes hamper. It's about damn time too, they were starting to get all crunchy it's been so long since ya changed 'em. Hasn't it?
My gripe of the week: Goddamn cellphone tards! Consider yourself warned.
Oh, I've got a few observations concerning some people and their cellphones, alright.
On any given day, I am forced to avoid roughly three accidents on average because of these tards who need to be seen talking and driving at the same time. I literally despise these people. They ruin the point of having a cellphone.
If it's rude to use a phone while you're in a movie theater...sitting in a dark room...why in the hell do people think it's OK to use one while driving through busy city streets??? That is really dumb. Seriously. The call can wait.
What is so damned important? Is there an emergency? Did you forget to get directions? Are you lost because you purchased a crappy GPS system, and for some ridiculous reason you think that along with the distraction of being lost, by making a call to ask for directions, and jotting them down on a post-it note without pulling over first while ignoring other drivers on the road was a good idea?
How about sending off a text message while you're on the freeway while you're at it? Doesn't that sound brilliant? Whatever gave the impression that was a good thing to do?
What got me thinking about this issue again, was an article over at idontgiveableep. Idontgiveableep's author, Survivor, details a scenario involving a woman at a public library who abuses her cellphone privileges in the rudest way possible.
By ignoring the requests of people around her to either shut up or take the call outside. All I know is, I woulda grabbed that bitch by her weave and swung her around like a pillow case full of door knobs.
As long as we're on the subject, it's no wonder that US states are starting to crack down on the use of cellphones while operating a motor vehicle.
Cleveland, Ohio officials launched a public-awareness campaign to educate citizens and visitors about a soon-to-debut ban on text messaging while driving in their city. Beginning July 19, it will be illegal to type out such messages using cellular phones and other handheld devices while behind the wheel.
Here in the New England area (where the worst drivers on the planet are located), Connecticut has already made it illegal to use a phone while driving.
And considering a recent trolley accident in Boston, that injured 50 people and caused SEVERAL million dollars in damage BECAUSE the operator was text messaging his girlfriend...
I can't wait for Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, and Maine (regardless of age) to ban cellphone use while operating a motor vehicle or public transit. New Hampshire has banned it already. What makes the rest of us think we're so goldarned special?
Many other countries have jumped on the bandwagon - banning the use of cellphones while driving.
BUT, why stop there? Any use of a cellphone in public that is intrusive or obstructive to others conducting their business, or slows/halts/ruins other people's shopping experience should simply be be banned NATIONWIDE.
Hell, if the offender's conversation is annoying enough, either in decibels, content, language, or just for simply acting like an ass in public, AS IF THEY ARE SO FRICKEN IMPORTANT THAT THEY HAVE TO HAVE A PHONE GLUED TO THEIR EAR AT ALL TIMES...may they be flogged with a pillow case full of doorknobs and used cellphones.
Screw Public Service announcements. Screw asking people to use common sense. Corporal punishment and "enhanced interrogation techniques" seem to work quite well.
Does it really have to come to this? Banning something, and imposing more ridiculous laws that can only go so far, so that people are "less likely" to produce the same unwanted, unsafe, inconsiderate behavior?
I'm starting to think lopping off an ear or a hand is a good idea.
The other day I was at the DMV giving notice of my new address, right? And the guy in front of me in line gets on his freaking cellphone..blatantly disregarding the huge sign in front of everyone's fat faces in plain English (and several other languages incl. Spanish).. that cellphone use is PROHIBITED. That's right. Prohibited. As in: 'don't do it, jerk-off'.
After 2.3 seconds of listening to his 'lol, hi, wut r u doin?' shit, I ripped the phone from his hands and shoved it down his throat..I proceeded to body slam the sonuvabitch, then I stomped on his throat crushing said cellphone and his larynx so the last thing the person on the other end heard was a loud thud...and probably his obnoxious gurgling and choking.
Of course I was met with applause and cheering. After 8 hours of anger management classes, I am back..like a punch in the throat. }=D
Of course, this was all fantasy. By day, I'm an EMT and wouldn't think of actually carrying out that kind of physical violence, but it sure is fun to fantasize about sometimes.
Well, the story isn't over. I've got more to add...
Friday on my way home from work, some half-wit driving behind me was yacking on his cellphone..obviously missing the fact that traffic came to a near complete stop in front of him, and he slammed right into me at 55-60 mph!
My little world inside of the interior of my beloved Pinto was in complete disarray.
That Lady Gaga track skipping inside my stereo on the same spot over and over, mum mum mum mah P-p-p-poker face mum mum mum mah p-p-poker face...Seriously it's annoying and traumatic for me now...P-p-p-please just shut yuh-your f-f-f@#%ing face.
My cellphone flew onto the floor going into that Great Void under the car seats.
Bottle of Jack Daniels shattered everywhere.
My pet Chihuahua, Paris, ejected through the passenger side window she was hanging out.
Glasses flew off my face landing somewhere where I can't find them (probably in that Great Void under the seat).
Baseball cap and flip top head flipped all over the damn cabin

During the impact, everything was in slow motion. I saw my life flash before my very eyes, like some sort of distorted movie clip playing on a Hi8 camera reel. I was hit so hard from behind that I felt like an abused whore at a Tijuana Donkey Show.

I think I was unconscious for a second and slipped into an alternate reality.
I entered the Land of the Lost..not like the shitty movie remake of the T.V. series starring Will what's his name..but the actual land of the lost. Where lost souls go when they are well...lost!
Surely, I entered The Death Metal Health Care System...which is similar to The Death Metal Shopping Network.
In this nightmare of sorts, I was picked up by an ambulance crew that all bore an eerie resemblance to one of those oddly familiar, but can't remember their name, or place their face, washed up actors who do those personal injury canned ads.
You know the ones I'm referring to, they usually go something like–'If you’ve been in an accident, get the money you deserve. Speak to an attorney for free. Call 1-800-blah blah blah.'
The ads are running all over broadcast television, usually in the afternoons or late evenings..and everyone of those "I mean business" out of work has-beens are like a bunch of money hungry ambulance chasing mooks to begin with.

So as the dream progresses, I notice I am in one of those economical subcompact supermini cars like the Peel P50.

hey, let's go for a ride in my death trap
They come with a limited warranty, as in there is none. They get about 100 mpg, and if you fart in it just the wrong way, you'll flip the car over. Fortunately, the P50 comes with an optional can opener to "peel" yourself out in the event it does topple over.
So after I can-opened myself out of my tin can with a subpar pathetic excuse for the Jaws of Life, the cretin paramedics at the scene tossed my mangled body into the back of their deathmobile and we went flying down the freeway while the driver text messaged his girlfriend.
The other medic was jabbing me with needles of all shapes and sizes, and I was FREAKING out right about now...or then..OH, you get the idea!
After I soiled myself for about the fourth time, we finally came to a screeching halt and they
I'm shoved into some nondescript room that reeks of rotting meat and mildew. It's cold, it's dark, it's damp. And I'm afraid of the dark.
After..oh, I dunno..about TWELVE HOURS, a nurse finally strolls in, flips on a overhead light, and I see she's about 70 years-old and is holding a bucket filled with something that looks A LOT like blood.
Nurse Ratchet slams the bucket down on the counter next to me, spilling some of it's contents, and nonchalantly hands me a straw..and I'm like, "What the eff, man?"
"Shut up and drink your blood!", the nurse growls at me.
"What the hell do you mean, drink..my own blood?!", I exclaim.
The nurse sighs, and acts as if I'm really testing her patience then says, "What I mean is, the rescue crew got out the shop vac and vacuumed up your bodily fluids off the freeway, and now you have to take it back. Don't mind the bits of glass and asphalt in there."
"Wha??", I say. "Isn't the RN or on-call doctor going to do a blood transfusion...or something?"
"Transfusion -- Jazz fusion!" the old haggy nurse yells, "Ya have to put it back into your body somehow, now don't ya? You maggot. Now shut your yap and drink up!" She shoved the straw in my mouth, which still left me just out of reach of my bucket of blood, and then stomps out of the room slamming the door behind her.
Where, Oh Where are those goddamn ambulance chasers now, I thought to myself.
Next thing I realize I'm coming to, the dream world fades to an even uglier sight..the stooge who nailed me is at my window. Which seem liked hours, but apparently was only within seconds after the accident. He was shaking me with a look on his face like he had been through this before.
"Hey," he says handing me some papers, "here's my insurance info and registration, it's all there."
"Oh why, thank you," I sputter, "I'm here holding my spleen in my hands and you want me to write down YOUR GODDAMN information. Well, alert the media. We have a hero on our hands everyone! YEEEEAARRRRRGGUUUUH!"
I paused for a moment, and feeling a bit more composed I politely asked him, "Could you, would you, be so kind as to call the police and request an ambulance. I think I am bleeding to death. Thank you so much." I then went into shock and passed out again.
However this dullard didn't even know HOW to call the police by simply DIALING 911..NOOOOO!
He started with the incessant shaking again, exacerbating my possibly broken neck and shattered skull...
What the hell is wrong with people? Are there folks out there that are really this stupid? How do some of these nitwits manage to own a cellphone or operate a motor vehicle?!
I'm gonna sue his ass so bad he's gonna have to sell his kidneys, his first-born, his wife, and his dog - on the black market. His GREAT GRANDCHILDREN will still be payin' off his debt.
Damn...lost all my hair...my teeth all fell out...holy shit, what's happenin' to me, man? WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEE??!!!!!
Fortunately, neither of us were seriously injured in the collision, including me (I'm sure this may disappoint some readers). But walking away without injuries is a blessing, that's the important thing...
even if you have whiplash...miss a few days of work...have to crap into a bedpan..have to hire a personal injury/property damage/ambulance chasing attorney to get proper compensation from a blood-sucking evile insurance company.
Our vehicles can be repaired..ok, maybe not his so much. His speeding deathride no doubt is a total loss. But our minds are definitely damaged beyond repair. Alright, once again what I meant was, his mind was already damaged and is certainly considered a total loss.
However, it would have been nice to know that the guy ACTUALLY learned HIS lesson, that talking or texting on a cellphone is dangerous. A lesson learned the hard way. By having his spleen/intestines/and eyeballs splattered all over HIS dashboard.
"Tell me how does it feel...can you hear me now, fucko?"
Tune in next week to Judge Judy when autobody repair shop owner and infamous Long Island Lolita pervo, Joey Buttafuoco, sues a porn-star for offering sex instead of paying her body shop repair bill..with real money.

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Lick The Big Bone (Revised)
"The greatest service which can be rendered any country is to add a useful plant to its culture."
- Thomas Jefferson
I don't know about you, but I sure would like a puff of whatever plants he was smokin'.
You can thank Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the United States (1801–1809), and the principal author of the Declaration of Independence (1776), for starting what would become the largest collection of North American Mammoth fossil bones (in scientific speak that means, old massive pricks.) **No thanks to that wonderful duo, Lewis and Clark and their perverse expedition across America.**
History and science come together in this fascinating story of a woodland salt lick and how the fossilized Big Bones found there influenced the beginnings of paleontological pornography in America.
Located on Beaver Road and between the communities of Beaverlick and Rabbit Snatch, Northern Kentucky's Big Bone Lick saline springs have nurtured man and animal for centuries, and the Big Bones of extinct mastodons, bison and other creatures are buried deep in there to prove it.
The park features several nature trails, including the Outdoor Museum of Big Bonin' with Discovery Trail (I'll let you decide what that means), complete with spurting springs - and everyone knows that Kentuckians love salty springs erupting from Big Bones, just as much as Georgians do.
Ever seen Deliverance?
Biology Professor emeritus Eyema Hedonist, illuminates a time when the concept of extinction of the Big Bone was considered outrageous, if not downright blasphemous, since it contradicted the biblical doctrine of a perfect, unchanging Big Bone creation. The Big Bone Theory, if you will, was met with much criticism.
Early 18th-century Big Bone naturalists believed the Big Bones were remnants of some, get this: rare type of elephant dong, possibly even Asian elephant dongs that had somehow wandered into American forests.. let's just see how many hits those underlined search words get on Google. God knows I've had plenty for whale penis.
Thomas Jefferson used the Mammoth bones to refute the European idea that the New World environment was inferior and unable to grow large animals.
No doubt, this theory was unfounded.
**
In RuneScape, or Run(Escape) as it is known in some circles; Big Bones are items associated with the skill prayer. Any RuneScape nerd knows Big Bones give 15 experience points when buried (we won't tell you where).
This is over three times as much experience as bones, making big bones an extremely popular method of training prayer in free-to-play (F2P). They are dropped by normally large monsters, such as any sorts of Giants (or elephants as pictured above), Giant Frogs, Ogres, your Wicked Stepmother etc.
but she don't get none
The only free-to-play monsters that drop big bones are: hill giants, moss giants, ice giants, and your Wicked Stepmother.
Lately the price has been skyrocketing for big bones, most likely because of such high demand.
So dig deep if you wanna buy a Big Bone!**
**It's also common knowledge that porn stars like Big Bones. Just ask porn star Nikki Benz. She'll tell you all about her love for Big Bones.
Poised for greatness, she can make Big Bones disappear before your very eyes. She has starred in plenty of Big Bone prone movies, and has plans to make many many more.

..the FREE couch also needs a new home and a good cleaning. Any takers?
The scumbucket porn industry is always seeking Big Bones to add to their collection. But since you don't have a Big Bone, you are excluded.**
Today Big Bone lies mostly in obscurity, much like this blogger's articles. However, with the advent of Viagra and Cialis, Big Bone may rise again. Long live Big Bone! The End.

It's amazing what you can find on the 'interweb',said Jumbone Licker,
If I were to surf thenetmore often, I'd totally do it nekkid!
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