For those of you who are disturbed by strange injuries and diseases, you might want to skip this post. For the morbidly curious, go ahead and look and tell me your theories on what the heck happened to this guy. Is it fake? Is it a dwarf burn victim? The body looks like a baby’s but the head doesn’t. It resemblances Harlequin Icthyosis, but that doesn’t explain the things in his nose or the big head. Give me more theories!
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My neighbours are being kind of scary. About 15 minutes ago there was a lot of noises going on downstairs, it sounded like doors being slammed, people running around, things falling to the floor. Me and Erik were playing Wii in the living room when we heard people suddenly starting to yell and among that a woman screaming, so we went out to the balcony to see what was going on. We considered calling the police in case there was some domestic abuse thing going on, but it seems to be something else because shortly after that, a whole gang of Serbs (I think they were speaking in Serbian) showed up and started arguing loudly with some others outside. No idea what they said. IÂ yelled down from my floor and asked if they needed help or something but everyone ignored me. Some other people were out on their balcony to see what was going on. Anyhow, I was pretty close to calling the police on them in case it continued, but the Serbs started to lower their voices and speak more calmly so I decided not to. IÂ hate to think it was some sort of domestic abuse going on (which was where my mind first went when I heard the woman scream), but in the end I guess I felt like IÂ didn’t have enough reason to believe it was. I didn’t understand the language they were speaking so I couldn’t tell what it was about, but it seemed more likely that it was a dispute between those people than a domestic one, and since the arguing went down I didn’t feel like IÂ had sufficient reason for calling the police. The woman stopped screaming pretty quickly too, whatever the hell that means… I really hate all those stories about women being abused, where everyone knows about it and does nothing, but thinking about it makes me realize that if the woman hadn’t screamed and it had just been all those men yelling, I wouldn’t be as bothered by it as I am… maybe it’s a bit sexist that IÂ react stronger to the thought of a woman in trouble than a man, but whatever. It’s completely quiet now so IÂ guess the gang went home. If something like this happens again though, I’m definitely calling the police just to check what the hell is going on and if everyone’s alright… or at least me and Erik will go down and ring the doorbell to check for ourselves (Erik is an MMA fighter. He’s pretty big and IÂ guess if he tried he could look intimidating).
Hope everyone’s alright and having a great Friday.:)
I’m not sure why you would want to do this but if you ever missed that feeling of browsing the webs while totally wasted and being unable to focus on anything because the screen won’t stop moving, here’s http://therevolvinginternet.com/ . Now you can experience a moving webpage without even a glass of wine.
Alsooo… I want to play this. I don’t have HL though and I can’t be bothered to get the time limited free version just to play it.
Oh, and here’s a bit of insight to my psyche. I just kind of assume that everyone in the world has some weird kink, especially guys for some reason. The longer I know them and the longer they don’t reveal a kink or fetish to me, the weirder I assume this kink/fetish is. Eventually I’m going to end up believing that the reason they don’t tell me is because it’s so weird and appalling that they are ashamed of themselves and fears being excluded from society if they told anyone. This ad on craiglist (which I’m pretty sure is fake, but still) could be one of those kinks, perhaps.
“Hello,
This may sound like an odd request, but I am looking for …a blobfish. I find them to be the most saddening yet erotic of all of the great creatures roaming the seas. I am looking for a woman (possibly a marine biologist *hint hint*) who isn’t afraid to know the blobfish in a biblical sense. Don’t worry about this being a bestiality thing, I just get highly aroused when I see a picture of a blobfish, and would very much so like to get that sense of ultimate pleasure from a real blobfish, sitting near me as I continue my loving. This will need to be a real and true relationship, as you just can’t take away something so majestic. I’m sure that, with the help of the blobfish, our love will flourish and become a beautiful romance of the deepest nature. (get it? because the blobfish is found in the deepest oceans.) Hopefully my dream woman with my dream blobfish is out there, searching for me.”
^sexy
Update on evil doomsday plan: It didn’t go so well today so it’s postponed a couple of weeks, with a slightly revised plan. 
The brand Sir Vaughn thought it was a good idea to market their sunglasses like this, with the ad title “Gay sex sells”. The photo is censored by them, not me. This article asks “Will this ad showing a man receiving head from another man get you to buy sunglasses?” Well, it all depends on whether the unblurred original is glued to the inside of those sunglasses, doesn’t it? Because otherwise those glasses are pretty fucking ugly.
Also, Russel has something to say:
I decided that a lot of people out there aren’t traumatized enough. Here’s some things to set that right.
Let’s start with a quick walk-through of the creepiest fetish costumes on youtube:
Traumatized yet? Oh, you poor thing, let me read you this children’s book to restore your innocence. Hey, wait a minute, there’s something strange about this book, I just can’t put my fingers on it. o_0
Of course it’s from Germany.
And to finish it off, just something to mess with your mind.
Nice and high and far apart 