Luella McAdoo

A 68-year-old Tampa woman was arrested today for forcing a severally mentally disabled man to perform oral sex on her, police say.

Luella McAdoo is a longtime family friend of the victim, according to Tampa police spokeswoman Andrea Davis.

On April 5, the man's mother left him in McAdoo's care while she ran errands. When she came home at about 6 p.m., she found her son performing oral sex on McAdoo. Continue Reading......

There are no words........smh......

mi viene da ridere a crepapelle quando:

• Velocizzi di 2 minuti il booting di windows del computer dell'amico utilizzando solo "rimuovi applicazioni" e ti chiama genio dell'informatica
• Rimuovi i porno-popup che saltano fuori ad ogni apertura di explorer installando o aggiornando l'antivirus e ti chiamano genio
• trovi il driver di una periferica ricercando su google "nome periferica driver" e ti chiamano ingegnere informatico
• Hai ubuntu come os di default, installabile com 3 click, e ti chiamano hacker
• sai scrivere 2 comandi da terminale e ti chiedono se studi informatica
• hai un blog e ti chiamano web programmer
• entri nella configurazione del router digitando 192.168.0.1 da un browser web e ti chiamano amministratore di rete

Signori miei, l'alfabetizzazione informatica media si è fermata alla lettera A. Accensione e spegnimento. E spesso neanche a quello.

Servire in orario pasti.

Ogni riferimento a Studi Aperti è puramente casuale.

Soprattutto se non c'hai un cazzo da dire.

Ma soprattutto, se non hai un cazzo da dire, cerca di essere, se non un bel pezzo di gnocca, almeno fotogenico.

eh, dai.

Ogni riferimento a cosa, persona o blogstar è puramente casuale.

(cit)

(scusa, clockwise, ma questa mi piaceva..)

Ho deciso di immolarmi anche io per i diritti in cui credo, per qualcosa di più grande.

 Inizio lo sciopero della sete finché qualcuno non mi piega le camicie.

Che io ogni volta le stropiccio e quando le metto hanno tutte le pieghe.

A Pannè, dai, eri più simpatico 'na volta..

Politics, religious wars, fuel wars (you know the ones I’m talking about), civil wars, terror and violence, the dying environment… where will it all end? A rhetorical question that will never get answered…

On each continent in this world there are problems that wrack the people, the stability and the rest of the world over all.

I am African, I am born and bred and yet do not believe in some of the practices of the African nation… I am not from an African tribe though and I always laugh when people look at me in a confused manor when I answer their question of where I am from… what is race, I am African not a European… Europeans are born in Europe aren’t they???

I may be African but I am not a proud one either, sounds sad to say it… yes there have been some amazing things done in Africa, and yes on some fronts there has been progress but on all the others there have not. The countries apartheid era ended over a decade ago but what the rest of the world doesn’t know is that the racial tension is just as bad now as it ever was except it is reversed. The newly elected leader of our leading political party is in court yet again on charges of fraud, he was our Vice-President but got fired the last time he went to court for fraud and alleged rape (he quoted “yes I knew she had aids but I had a shower afterwards in order to wash it off…!)… he got off clean on the rape charges and the girl in question has disappeared…

This country of mine is a beautiful one and I even encourage people to come and have a look see, travel around and have some fun, but do it with a South African with street sense…

My nation is one at war, it is not an official war but felt by everyone, it is a war that has touched everyone that lives here but our government denies it saying there are no problems with crime. In South Africa there is a rape ever 18 seconds and a murder in less that that. If you speak to a South African ask them have they ever been touched by the crime and they will tell you stories you wish not to hear…

I have no love left for this nation I once called my home the last straw was pulled this weekend. Driving home from visiting friends in the area I used to live before all my overseas adventures, we drove passed a shooting… it had just happened, the one guy running away gun in hand and another lying on his back with an ever growing pool of blood surrounding him as a police van pulled up.

If you tell a South African you saw this, they will be nonchalant and will generally respond “oh yeah hate that when that happens”… my question … how bad must it be for the general response to witnessing horror such as this to just be … yeah hate that when that happens…? No it was not my first dead body that I have witnessed…

That was my final straw, witnessing and seeing that on the side of a road… the second last was hearing gunshots going off the whole weekend (no this is a good area, not slums, not poor, it was a normal suburb…) and finally what my friend went through a couple of weeks ago.

They picked up a guy to help with the gardening and cleaning up of the outside of the house, he was a good worker but spoke no English (we have 11 official languages…). He had finished and was sitting on the balcony waiting for my friend’s boyfriend to come back from the next door neighbour (duplex) to take him back to the bus stop. While my friend was sitting at the counter helping her 8 year old son with a school project she saw the worker going downstairs where their bedrooms are and wondered what on earth could he be doing down there so she followed him. As she entered her bedroom she saw him searching through their bedside table, she went off at him in true Sagittarian style and told him to get the hell out (you can imagine the real wording lol)… he promptly walked upstairs. My friend then told her boyfriend (ex Special Forces) and they demanded to see what he had taken and out he pulled my friends watch. At this point my friend called the police while her boyfriend tried to put on the handcuffs – after a major struggle he eventually cuffed him to the stair railing and got the neighbour (ex police superintendent) to come over and keep watch with him while they waited for the police to arrive. While they waited the guy kept on saying “tomorrow friends come punga punga you all dead you all dead punga (a really really big bladed weapon)… The worst is yet to come for which I am more shocked than ever…

The police arrived and as they walked in the one raised his hand, as he did so the worker lifted his two hands to protect himself… as he did that the cop said the boyfriend “did you see that, he raised his hands at me, he tried to assault me” with that the other police officer following the first into the house launched through the door pummelling the worker on the head… nopes that is still ok wait for it… then the took off the handcuffs and as the guys hands were released he quickly reached into his pants and took out a huge cutting knife he had stolen from the kitchen – as he did so the cops disarmed him and cuffed him again (so through it all, my friend in the bedroom, the boyfriend cuffing him he was armed…!). All cuffed and ready to go the cops turned to my friends boyfriend and said “Do you want us to take him out into the dunes and sort him for you, there won’t be any more trouble for you”… The cops offered to take the guy out into the dunes and shoot him… for everything that happened and what he did he will be out in max a year’s time even though he is standing trial for attempted murder, Assault of an officer and burglary… Enough said our rapists are released within six months even if it is a 6 month old baby they killed in the process…

And so I ask that question again… what has come of this world… how has it gotten to be so sick…?

Is it perhaps the people that inhibit it that just don’t care, they have become selfish living their own lives in seclusion and without worry …? Or is it because we all are suffering and therefore don’t have time to try and fix the problems, don’t have time to stand together in collective agreement and do something about it?

… a rambling by a troubled soul…

Scartabellando blogbabel finisco nel blog petrolio, dove scopro che un post su Dubai viene preso, dal commento 12, per una sorta di agenzia di collocamento. Mi è venuto il latte alle ginocchia. Lo stesso autore lo fa presente qui.

Propongo la patente a punti per navigazione internet. Decurtazione per ogni infrazione.

Incapacità di riconoscere la differenza tra blog e sito: -5 punti

Commentare a casaccio solo perchè "me l'ha detto google" : -5 punti

Spamming indiscriminato, seppure inconsapevole: -2 punti

Navigazione senza patente o minime conoscenze di base: ritiro del mezzo di navigazione..

e chi più ne ha più ne metta..

"Proprietario del garage. Torno subito."

sotto, in piccolo:

"p.s.: per il vero proprietario del garage, suonare interno 15"

Io a uno così non potrei mai fargli una multa.

http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig3/blumen3.html

-El puesto es suyo, déme su e-mail, y le enviaré el día y la hora que se tiene que presentar.

El hombre desconsolado contesta que no posee e-mail y el gerente de RR.HH le dice que lo lamenta mucho pero que si no tiene E-mail, virtualmente no existe, y que como no existe no le puede dar el trabajo.

El hombre sale desesperado, no sabe que hacer, tiene solo 2,50 EUR en el bolsillo. Entonces decide ir hasta el mercado de abastecimiento de frutas y verduras y comprar un cajón de tomates de 10 Kg. Y va casa por casa vendiendo el kilo de tomates a 1 EUR los 2 Kg. En menos de 2 horas había duplicado el dinero. Repite la operación tres veces más. Luego cena en un bareto por 5 EUR, y se vuelve con 15 EUR a su casa.

Se da cuenta de que de esa forma puede sobrevivir, y sale cada vez mas temprano y vuelve mas tarde y así duplica, triplica y hasta cuadriplica el dinero en un solo día.

Con bastante suerte de su lado, logra comprarse una furgoneta que al año cambia por un camión, y a los tres ya tiene una pequeña flota de furgonetas, monovolúmenes y camiones. Después de 5 años el buen hombre era dueño de una de las principales distribuidoras alimenticias del país.

Entonces recibe a un asegurador de vida, y cuando termina la charla este último le dice que le de el e-mail para enviarle la póliza, a lo que el hombre contesta que no tiene e-mail. Entonces, el asegurador le dice:

-Si usted no tiene e-mail y llegó a construir este imperio, no quiero imaginarme lo que sería si tuviera correo electrónico..."

Y el hombre responde:

-Sería barrendero de Microsoft

 
campos de silleda

 
campos de exterminio

Este año se presentaron menos candidatos y el impacto fue menor que otras veces. Pero ahí seguía esa niebla sobre los pabellones, reunen a la gente donde se celebran las ferias del ganado. Y es que nos tratan como a ganado, "a matanza do porco". Una hora y media para poder comenzar el examen entre múltiples medidas de seguridad. Como siempre los nervios, los sudores, las ambulancias y servicios de emergencia evacuando a los que no soportan la presión. No dejan ni ir a mear!

Lo más patético es que miras a tu alrededor y te das cuenta que la mayoría de la gente son jovenes con estudios superiores, masters, algunos con 2 carreras y que optamos a un puesto para fregar wateres.

Asi va este país. Solo faltaba que aprobecharan para gasearnos y así tendrían un problema menos.

¡VAYA NEGOCIO! 

11.000 personas para optar a 70 plazas, otros años nos presentamos 20.000, y pensar que se pagaba el aprobado a 60.000 euros.

No olvidemos que para colmo pagas 50 euros por derechos de los exámenes y te gastas otro tanto para llegar a Silleda entre gasolina, peajes etc. Lo ideal para un parado.

Ya nos lo advertía Antón Reixa pero no supimos interpretar su poesía:

Con isto da movida haiche moito ye-yé , de noite e de día, usa jafas de sol: ¡Fai un sol de carallo!

A matanza do porco ¡MÁTALLO CARALLO!
A matanza do porco.- A berra e un conxunto de berros dun porco cando o van matar.
San Martiño oficial de Monforte ó Nepal, o magosto para agosto, safaris do porco,
filloas de sangue, Galicia embutida: ¡Fai un sol de carallo!, ¡Galicia caníbal!

Etiopía ten fame
Etiopía ten fame.- Un parado occidental sostén un filete.
Un negro deitado, o negro non lle chega, arrastra o bandullo.
O parado occidental sostén o filete; o parado altivo, o negro non lle chega.
Doa os teus riles: un ril á merenda. Doa os teus riles: outro ril á cea.

Devotos de San Caetano 

Enhorabuena a los premiados.

Quién sabe... quizás ya esté entre nosotros...

Será el Demonio de tasmania...?

Será este señor tan religioso...?

Que hace tan variadas cucamonas.
 

Que le gusta leer con los niños...

más fotos

Será el "master of puppets"...?

O quizás vendrá en forma de arroz...?

No teneis la extraña sensación de ke algo os huele a chamuskina?

Esta fecha conmemora el estreno de Star Wars en 1977.

Pulsar aki para resolver un simple puzzle  y verme momentos antes de pasarme al lado oscuro. Al entrar pulsar en "cine".

FELICIDADES A TODOS !!!!!  KE FRIKIS KE SOYS !!!!!!

Para colmo hoy se celebra el "día de la toalla".

Akí me teneis con la mía ke me acompaña en todos mis viajes a lo largo y ancho de la galaxia.

Es ideal para envolverse en ella para calentarse mientras se viaja por las lunas frías de jaglan Beta; se puede tumbar uno en ella en las refulgentes playas de arena marmórea de Santraginus V, mientras aspira los vapores del mar embriagador; se puede uno tapar con ella mientras duerme bajo las estrellas ke arrojan un brillo tan purpúreo sobre el desierto de Kakrafun.

Y akí teneis a mi amigo alberto momentos antes de abandonar la galaxia.

Parece ke está siendo todo un éxito y hasta algún estraj (=no autoestopista) despistado pregunta en los foros ke debe hacer.

El ke kiera + info ke pulse en los links:

el foro

otro blog

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