>> ^CaptainPlanet420:
>> ^lucky760:
>> ^CaptainPlanet420:
This is typical liberal bias. The rules don't apply if they're not convenient. Sad to see admins have no backbone. This belongs in a blog, at best.

Sad to see you like to pout so much. (I thought it was just those nasty, biased liberals who were supposed to get so butt-hurt and whine about every little thing, no?)
The posting guidelines have been adjusted to explicitly state what was previously implied. This post does not qualify as a self-link.

I just expect that the rules of this site be enforced fairly. This is similar to a cop who is too proud to admit he's been speeding...well I guess if you can't follow the rules, may as well change them. Like we will see with Hussein boy Obama in the coming months.


Have you always been that guy? (even off the internets?) There's something beyond socio-political ideals here. You gotta realize you utter stupidity of your existence on a website you abhor; when you can't be clever by pointing out the obvious liberal bias of people's opinions or their videos (it's like me going to Godtube and complaining about their religious bias), you default to being a rule monger to get your way. If that's what it is to be a conservative, you lost my vote. I'll thankfully speak with QuantumMushroom when I want a slice of the right. Take your anarchy elsewhere, you closet-liberal.

>> ^lucky760:
>> ^CaptainPlanet420:
This is typical liberal bias. The rules don't apply if they're not convenient. Sad to see admins have no backbone. This belongs in a blog, at best.

Sad to see you like to pout so much. (I thought it was just those nasty, biased liberals who were supposed to get so butt-hurt and whine about every little thing, no?)
The posting guidelines have been adjusted to explicitly state what was previously implied. This post does not qualify as a self-link.


I just expect that the rules of this site be enforced fairly. This is similar to a cop who is too proud to admit he's been speeding...well I guess if you can't follow the rules, may as well change them. Like we will see with Hussein boy Obama in the coming months.

>> ^CaptainPlanet420:
This is typical liberal bias. The rules don't apply if they're not convenient. Sad to see admins have no backbone. This belongs in a blog, at best.

Sad to see you like to pout so much. (I thought it was just those nasty, biased liberals who were supposed to get so butt-hurt and whine about every little thing, no?)

The posting guidelines have been adjusted to explicitly state what was previously implied. This post does not qualify as a self-link.

Legacy, why? ...why? *pouts*

I've changed my description so my sarcasm might be a bit more obvious. I called them "Mexican guys" because, from their discussion, it's blatantly obvious they're not speaking Spanish and couldn't be Mexican. So now I'm instead using "American guys" to retain the point of my 12-year-old level joke while not offending those with the maturity level of a 12-year-old into a pouting, name calling fit.

"You said the commies were trying to give us brain damage so I'd grow up too stupid to compete in the world market!"

Oh gawd..! and that kid has the most practiced (and realistic) pout ever. She's a good little actrice!

Pout tag added

is there a *pout tag?

You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,
lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a
mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick
sweatin` me for money, my name and the dilsnick
my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit
she used to say I`d better quit hanging with those derelects
romancing is my thing but I can`t swing with no scheming hoes
wherever my beema goes you know that I`m driving
surviving in the 90`s is a must so I trust
that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends
it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends
she phones me and goes on about her new life now
I wish she knew right now
I think she`s busted let`s discuss it
when I was with her no trust, just fights
just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights
bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll
but I`m still gettin` crazy calls, my ex-girl`s got balls
don`t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin` at home base
don`t gimme no long face just exit with a grace
you and I are the past, c`est la vie, much respect girl
but now you`re my ex-girl cuz I`m on with the next girl

she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear
liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire
the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief
from her high-classed antics and all her conceit
now she`s crying wolf and I like don`t wanna hear that
I told her the bear facts when things started out
she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad
yo but she`d tried to buy me
even tempt me with the hiney
I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly
I could almost feel I
would give into her whims
her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
I told her hey look I can no longer date ya
Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank
many thanks for the time and the watch and the link
you and I are the past, c`est la vie, nuff respect girl
but now you`re my ex-girl cuz I`m straight with the next girl

you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number
you asked how`s my sister then asked how`s my brother
didn`t ask about my father cuz you know he ain`t like ya
every time I left for your crib yo he`d really get hyper
the advice he used to give me makes much sense now
I can`t believe I used to let you break my confidence down
you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn?
you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin`
yes darlin` was fly and this was the problem
cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin`
to get her things to wear so when she went to the club
all eyes were on her and me I just bugged
caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker
had to go undercover, get away, find another
been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too
I`ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do
I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one
and you know they still love me so stop jellin` me hon
went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop
must I stop? nah I think not
you and I are the past c`est la vie, much respect girl
but now you`re my ex-girl & I`m out with the next girl
out...

Doc Holliday (1851-1887)

DocJohn Henry Holliday was born in Georgia in 1851. An educated man, John learned mathematics, the sciences, and earned a degree in dentistry (hence his nickname, “Doc”). He disliked the teeth trade, preferring to spend his time playing poker, and after being diagnosed with tuberculosis, he went west to partake of the dry climate.

Despite his genteel upbringing, what Doc really liked to do was have a good time. His idea of a good time involved gambling on cards, drinking whiskey, and enjoying the attentions of a lady or two. A really good time featured all three at once. It has been said that he drank three quarts of whiskey on an average day, and when he got serious about the job, could kill five or six.

Together with his occasional paramour, “Big Nose” Kate Elder, Holliday went on a violent, lucrative, and whiskey-soaked spree through the territories. He tended to leave town under threat of arrest or one step ahead of a posse, and at one time was wanted for various crimes in Kansas, Texas, Missouri and Arizona. He holed up for a time in Tombstone, Arizona, arriving shortly before the Earp brothers, with whom he became embroiled in the animosity which led to the gunfight at the OK Corral.

His TB worsened, causing him to regularly cough up blood. Strong whiskey seemed to stem the hacking, so Doc drank from dawn to dusk. He checked into a hospital for consumptives in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, where, as a wealthy man, he bribed nurses to bring him his self-prescribed medicine. Otherwise, he remained a model patient until he died. He was 36 years old.

Big Nose Kate (1850-1940)

Known at various times as Kate Fisher, Kate Elder, or Kate Cummings, Mary Katherine Haroney was born in Budapest, Hungary, the oldest child of a wealthy physician. Her father moved to Mexico in 1862 to act as the personal physician for Emperor Maximilian I. In 1865, when the Mexican government imploded, the Haroney family relocated to Davenport, Iowa, where Dr. and Mrs. Haroney managed to die within the year, leaving Kate an orphan.

The intervening years are a blur, but by 1874 Kate was living in Dodge City, Kansas, where she sold her charms in a brothel owned by Nellie Earp, wife of James Earp, the less famous older brother of Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt. While living in Dodge, Kate met Doc Holliday, who would be part of her life for many years.

Kate could match Doc drink for drink, and her temper was, if anything, even more volatile than his. She carried a derringer in an ankle holster, and when crossed, could curse a trailhand back into church. After she’d had a few, her verbal tirades took on a cosmopolitan flavor as she assaulted her opponents in a hair-raising potpourri of Hungarian, French and English. Many times, sadly, when Kate slipped into banshee-mode, her target was Doc Holliday.

They were quite the couple. The phrase “love birds” can share space in the same sentence as the words “Doc” and “Kate” only as a means of defining what they absolutely were not. We’ve all had friends like Holliday and Big Nose (hopefully without the shootings and stabbings), or witnessed their like. You know, they start the night acting like Siamese twins attached at the lips, drinking and dancing without a care in the world, then, for reasons even they probably don’t understand, they spend the next few hours auditioning for the Springer show—yelling, chasing, crying, slapping, pouting—until, just at the very apogee of ugliness, they make up and sneak off to screw in the laundry room. Such was the daily reality of Kate’s relationship with Doc Holliday.

Kate’s epic drinking habits once got her and Holliday in a whole hill of trouble. They had been fighting and Kate, in a cloud of rage, went to a saloon, where she encountered Tombstone sheriff Johnny Behan. He was sitting with members of the feared outlaw gang, the Cowboys, lead by a rancid little psycho called Curley Bill Brocious and his frequent partner in crime, the gunman Johnny Ringo. (At a saloon in Prescott, Arizona, Ringo, a specialist at shooting unarmed men, offered to buy a man a whiskey, but when the man ordered a beer instead, Ringo shot him dead.)

The Cowboys were involved in a feud with the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday, a feud that Sheriff Behan encouraged because he was a weasel and felt threatened by the Earps’ influence in “his” town. When Kate thundered into the saloon, the boys saw an opportunity. Someone, surely one or more of the Cowboys, had recently robbed a Wells-Fargo wagon and murdered the driver. The Cowboys and Behan bought Kate as much whiskey as she could drink and persuaded her to swear that it was Doc Holliday who had done the deed, which she did right on the spot.

Kate recanted after she sobered up. Doc forgave her, and their relationship continued along its usual tempestuous course until Doc finally became so ill he required hospitalization. They never saw each other again, and Kate returned to Arizona, where she lived well into her 90s.

The building that was once the Grand Hotel in Tombstone is, today, Big Nose Kate’s Saloon. Numerous visitors have claimed that Kate’s ghost haunts its back rooms and corridors. Big Nose Kate was a hellion in life, a free spirit, an ass kicker and a name taker, so her lingering spirit is likely one spitfire of a spook.
-Modern Drunkard

Really, Choggie? Seriously? I can't believe you just said that. *pouts*

That's it. I'm going to change my picture to one of a dog or something.

And yes, it is a long-winded diatribe. Sorry.

Since were on the subject of vile jokes, these two are probably the worst ones I know...you were forewarned. Just remember, I didn't write 'em, I'm just typing 'em.

A girl has been asked to go to the prom, but puts off asking her father as he's very strict. So she waits until the last minute, but finally decides she'd better ask him.

"Dad, can I go to the prom?" she asks.

"No," he says sternly.

"But Dad, I've already got the dress, my boyfriend has his car, everything is perfect. I really want to go....please?"

He thinks about it for minute. "Ok, but you have to suck my dick."

"WHAT??! Oh, gross! How could you..?"

"No dick, no prom..." he says turning back to his TV. She pouts and cajoles for a bit, but he's not budging.

"Fine," she says. So she kneels down and starts to go to town, when she pulls back and screams "Ugh! Your dick tastes like shit!"

"Yeah, I know, your brother wanted to borrow the car."


And finally...

What's the definition of relative humidity? The sweat that accumulates on your balls as you're fucking your sister.


And with that, I'm off to get an intravenous injection of holy water...

half-ban: take away posting power for a week. Dude, if you're going to get THAT upset about your posted vids, maybe you need a time-out from posting. Seriously, I KNOW how frustrating it is to keep trying to post a vid and you keep getting ignored or you have to discard and meanwhile people who already have diamonds are getting sifted left and right. Trust me, it is something anyone would pout over occasionally. On a grumbly day one can sometimes do silly things. BUT to take it out on the people who are simply doing one of the expected jobs here on the sift is truly toddler-ish. We (that's WE, meaning ALL OF US) supposed to call "dupe" when we see it. The fact that you had a blog first should be comforting - most of us who dupe don't even get that.

I just hate seeing someone act a toddler and THEN be pouty abiout it. Its annoying, yes but its not "a dagger to the heart" fer crissakes.

One week suspension of privelleges for abusing privellege.

now it looks more like a golden sifter

I'm gonna go pout over a pint of stella artois.

Hey! This is Darwin! *pouts*