Rockin’ those heels!
Day: January 19, 2012
Leave It To Sweden To Host The First Techno Rave Church Service
So what do you guys wanna do tonight? I dunno, I was thinking about taking some pills, heading over to the church, and hopefully hooking up. Sounds like a plan!
This is definitely what Jesus pictured when he died for everyone, right? Just a massive E party supplied with holy water ($8.00 a bottle), a techno DJ, and an atmosphere that won’t make you feel guilty at all! If you don’t leave with more sins than what you came in with, you obviously didn’t have a good time. I would just hate to be the guy who has to clean up for the old people mass in the morning. Mopping sweat, puke, and semen off the floor cannot be what one calls a happy life.
San Francisco’s Mayor Embarrasses New York With Wager
Mayor Bloomberg is betting an iconic San Francisco cable car will be flying Giants flags once Big Blue punches its ticket to the Super Bowl by beating the 49ers Sunday. Bloomberg and his Bay Area city counterpart, Mayor Ed Lee, engaged in a friendly wager and some trash talking Wednesday. If the Giants win, Lee will send Bloomberg some of his city’s classic sourdough bread and hang Giants’ flags from a cable car. But if the 49ers triumph in the NFC Championship showdown, Bloomberg agreed to rename the Theater District’s 49th St. “49ers Street” and send Lee a dozen bagels from Bagel Oasis in Queens. “After Sunday, Niners fans will be left with a taste as sour as their famous bread, and the Giants will have their sights set on another trophy,” Bloomberg said. Lee countered that “the Giants will have to leave their hearts and their Super Bowl hopes in San Francisco.” Bloomberg encouraged New Yorkers to wear blue on Friday to send the Giants off on a victorious West Coast trip.
Good thing our bajillionaire mayor has enough faith in the Giants to bet a bag of bagels on ’em. But that’s OK because I know the only reason he had to stoop so low was because the San Fran mayor can’t even come close to matching anything Bloomjew threw down. It’s kinda like when you’re down to your last chips in poker and you just say “fuck it, I’m all in.” Well in this case all in is a loaf of sour dough bread and a street name. Hey Mayor Lee, keep your sour dough bread to yourself, wave our flag all over your city, and we’ll send a private jet for you and your wife so you can sit front row at our championship ceremony at Gracie Manor. Oh yea, and please name the best weed in your pot shops “Elite Big Blue.”


