Another review of the Movie has popped up and I offer it up for you. It’s a little over the top in its description of the movie [he make it out to be far more graphic than it is], but it overall fairly positive and this is never a bad thing. I promise when the bad reviews inevitably start rolling in, which should be anytime now, I will post those as well. Thus far we’ve been fairly lucky. It won’t last.
From the “I haven’t read anything this idiotic from a celebrity in a long time” file: from Nicolas Cage on getting a Ghost Rider tattoo in anticipation of the movie he’s going to star in, “Tattoos, to me, are the outward symbol of the inward change within my soul.” Um… right. Is this supposed to be profound, or what? I’m not sure of the intention but its pure douche baggery. Didn’t this fucknut just name his kid Jor-El? Oh, well. To each his own, I guess, but Fucking Jor-El? You don't know whether to start making fun of the kid or feel sorry for him.
Here’s a great fucking story that was sent to me yesterday.
SYLVESTER, Ga. - A third-grade Teacher accused of slashing her wrists in front of her Class and molesting students has pleaded not guilty.Georgianne Harrell, 24, was indicted last month on 24 charges of child molestation and reckless conduct. Her attorney entered the plea on her behalf and waived her right to an arraignment Tuesday.
Harrell cut her wrists with broken glass in front of her class at Holley Elementary School, according to the indictment. Authorities also say she performed oral sex on a 9-year-old boy in her classroom, let students peek down her blouse and talked to some of the children about sexual matters.
Between August 2004 and May, authorities claim, she abused a total of seven students. She has resigned from the school.If convicted on all charges, she could receive maximum sentences ranging up to hundreds of years, prosecutors said.
I almost don’t know what to write about this. First, getting blown at nine years old, is this really child abuse or molestation when it’s woman on boy? Why do I have this double standard? If the story was reversed and it was a male teacher fucking with a girl, I would think it disgusting and sick and the motherfucker should be locked up forever. I read this and I think, “Where the fuck was this teacher when I was in school?” When I was nine and in the third grade, girls had already become the object of affection, rejection, and endless frustration. I vividly remember sitting for “story time” and seeing Jenny Odel’s button up shirt bow out just enough so I could steal a glimpse of a little booby, nipple and all. Jenny was one of those girls who developed really early, so she was a foot and a half taller than every boy in the class and was the first to grow boobies. At nine, I knew what sex was, I knew what a blow job was, and I know there were all kinds of lies being thrown around by me and my friends about what we’d already done with a girl. The big rumor is that a kid in another class was blown by the super hot girl, who’s name now escapes me, in a swimming pool. I haven’t seen any pictures of what this teacher looks like, but if she is even slightly good looking, I think that at nine years old I would have been down with peeking down my teacher’s blouse to see what’s doing there, and getting blown in the classroom, well… it probably would have scared me for life and totally fucked with my head, but I don’t think I would have said no. Actually, what probably would have happened is similar to what happened every time a girl was daring enough to venture down in the area of my wee-wee: I would get very excited, blow my wad, start to hyperventilate as I apologize profusely as the girl looks at me awkwardly with a stare that is like a dog who’s just been shown a card trick. And what about cutting your wrists in front of the class? Fucking Sweet! That’s a story that you’ll never get tired of telling.
My wife was already a rather buxom gal before she got was pregnant. During the nine months she became and little more endowed. Now, with the arrival of the little man, her chest is enormous. Ordinarily this would be a very good thing. While I’m not a breast man per se [I like them big and small, and I’m more of a everything kind of man. There’s a not a part of the female body that I don’t dig a whole hell of a lot.], I do like them very much. However, as depraved as I am, it is impossible to sexualize something that is feeding the little man. Damn!
Have I mentioned how much I hate this fucking job? I’m getting a little skittish about revealing too much about the work shit that goes on daily because I’ve been a cooter hair away from getting shit canned already. I don’t really want this blog to become the final nail in my coffin. But I fucking hate it here. I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to endure, and I can’t very well quit because my responsibility level has just gone through the roof. Bummer. Will you guys please buy this fucking movie already and get me the fuck out of here? Is that too much to ask? Yes, it probably is. Fuck. Buy it anyway.
From the “I haven’t read anything this idiotic from a celebrity in a long time” file: from Nicolas Cage on getting a Ghost Rider tattoo in anticipation of the movie he’s going to star in, “Tattoos, to me, are the outward symbol of the inward change within my soul.” Um… right. Is this supposed to be profound, or what? I’m not sure of the intention but its pure douche baggery. Didn’t this fucknut just name his kid Jor-El? Oh, well. To each his own, I guess, but Fucking Jor-El? You don't know whether to start making fun of the kid or feel sorry for him.
Here’s a great fucking story that was sent to me yesterday.
SYLVESTER, Ga. - A third-grade Teacher accused of slashing her wrists in front of her Class and molesting students has pleaded not guilty.Georgianne Harrell, 24, was indicted last month on 24 charges of child molestation and reckless conduct. Her attorney entered the plea on her behalf and waived her right to an arraignment Tuesday.
Harrell cut her wrists with broken glass in front of her class at Holley Elementary School, according to the indictment. Authorities also say she performed oral sex on a 9-year-old boy in her classroom, let students peek down her blouse and talked to some of the children about sexual matters.
Between August 2004 and May, authorities claim, she abused a total of seven students. She has resigned from the school.If convicted on all charges, she could receive maximum sentences ranging up to hundreds of years, prosecutors said.
I almost don’t know what to write about this. First, getting blown at nine years old, is this really child abuse or molestation when it’s woman on boy? Why do I have this double standard? If the story was reversed and it was a male teacher fucking with a girl, I would think it disgusting and sick and the motherfucker should be locked up forever. I read this and I think, “Where the fuck was this teacher when I was in school?” When I was nine and in the third grade, girls had already become the object of affection, rejection, and endless frustration. I vividly remember sitting for “story time” and seeing Jenny Odel’s button up shirt bow out just enough so I could steal a glimpse of a little booby, nipple and all. Jenny was one of those girls who developed really early, so she was a foot and a half taller than every boy in the class and was the first to grow boobies. At nine, I knew what sex was, I knew what a blow job was, and I know there were all kinds of lies being thrown around by me and my friends about what we’d already done with a girl. The big rumor is that a kid in another class was blown by the super hot girl, who’s name now escapes me, in a swimming pool. I haven’t seen any pictures of what this teacher looks like, but if she is even slightly good looking, I think that at nine years old I would have been down with peeking down my teacher’s blouse to see what’s doing there, and getting blown in the classroom, well… it probably would have scared me for life and totally fucked with my head, but I don’t think I would have said no. Actually, what probably would have happened is similar to what happened every time a girl was daring enough to venture down in the area of my wee-wee: I would get very excited, blow my wad, start to hyperventilate as I apologize profusely as the girl looks at me awkwardly with a stare that is like a dog who’s just been shown a card trick. And what about cutting your wrists in front of the class? Fucking Sweet! That’s a story that you’ll never get tired of telling.
My wife was already a rather buxom gal before she got was pregnant. During the nine months she became and little more endowed. Now, with the arrival of the little man, her chest is enormous. Ordinarily this would be a very good thing. While I’m not a breast man per se [I like them big and small, and I’m more of a everything kind of man. There’s a not a part of the female body that I don’t dig a whole hell of a lot.], I do like them very much. However, as depraved as I am, it is impossible to sexualize something that is feeding the little man. Damn!
Have I mentioned how much I hate this fucking job? I’m getting a little skittish about revealing too much about the work shit that goes on daily because I’ve been a cooter hair away from getting shit canned already. I don’t really want this blog to become the final nail in my coffin. But I fucking hate it here. I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to endure, and I can’t very well quit because my responsibility level has just gone through the roof. Bummer. Will you guys please buy this fucking movie already and get me the fuck out of here? Is that too much to ask? Yes, it probably is. Fuck. Buy it anyway.
