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A dignified people…

If you want to read the article for some reason, click here. I won’t send you to the Sunday Sport — they want you to sign up to an account first.

I wonder if these stories are real, or if they just pay some poor bastard to use his mug for the purpose.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Stephen Falken
Time: September 9, 2014, 9:50 pm

I want to read the article for some reason but your link doesn’t work.

I was thinking you probably would have something to say about the break in the Jack the Ripper case. That used to be a big story back in London when it was happening.

 


Comment from mojo
Time: September 9, 2014, 10:51 pm

No you don’t. It’s a bullshit article, total bogosity.

And that’s NOT my picture.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 9, 2014, 10:57 pm

Link fixed. But really, mojo’s right. Meh.

Yeah, I kinda sorta queued up the Jack the Ripper story. There are some interesting things about it, and some less so. I think I kind of OD’ed on the Ripper in my twenties.

 


Comment from David Gillies
Time: September 9, 2014, 11:21 pm

The Sunday Sport has a stable of hacks whose sole function is to come up with the most outlandish crap they think they can get away with. This is why you see stories about a statue of Elvis being found on the moon or someone’s toupee being possessed by the spirit of an ancient Aztec priest. It’s got the news content of Viz magazine. It must be an absolute riot to work for.

 


Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: September 10, 2014, 12:14 am

The matter reached an eye watering climax….

No shit Sherlock!

 


Comment from NancyB
Time: September 10, 2014, 12:40 am

At first glance I thought the headline was about Edward Snowden. Looks like him.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: September 10, 2014, 1:08 am

Biggest mistake of your life…so far.

 


Comment from Deborah
Time: September 10, 2014, 1:24 am

Stoaty! You could “create” people for these people. You can mash those pixels around and make all sorts of fools!

 


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: September 10, 2014, 1:52 am

Comment from Pupster
Time: September 10, 2014, 1:08 am

Biggest mistake of your life…so far.

At least if I shoot for the moon I won’t hit my own damned penis.

(I hope)

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 10, 2014, 3:42 am

I am sorry to report that putting Pop Rocks under my foreskin wasn’t the biggest mistake of my life.

No, i don’t want to talk about it

 


Comment from P2
Time: September 10, 2014, 4:47 am

I need a job writing for those guys…..couple bottles of scotch and I’d be set……and I’m still troubled by what I did for that Klondike bar……

 


Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: September 10, 2014, 6:16 am

No, i don’t want to talk about it

Right there with ya, Big Fella – nobody else really wants you to talk about it, either…

 


Comment from surly ermine
Time: September 10, 2014, 9:50 am

So that’s what happened to Mikey.

 


Comment from Peter Thomas Binky-super-Mare
Time: September 10, 2014, 11:44 am

The article is a total hasbara.
See, these savages with foreskin cannot be entrusted with self-management.
They greatly benefit from benevolent guidance.

 


Comment from thefritz
Time: September 10, 2014, 12:44 pm

I just love the Sweasel Times because I learn something new everyday. Had to look up ‘hasbara’ from Peter Thomas Binky-super-Mare’s post above. Learned it means ‘public diplomacy and propaganda’ supporting Israeli positions. So the fake article is a Jewish hasbara promoting the foreskin-free lifestyle…albeit by a slightly more painful procedure. Thanks Sweasel.

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 10, 2014, 1:44 pm

I’m still pondering what he meant by foreskins benefitting greatly from benevolent guidance….

 


Comment from MikeW
Time: September 13, 2014, 2:29 pm

Psst… Hey, little girl… How would you like some Candy???

 

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