7 Achy Breaky Break-up Songs That Make You Bitch Around Like Taylor Swift

You know that feeling when you're almost done moving on, almost ready to love (again), when out of nowhere, good o'l Grim Reaper plays a soul-crushing track on the radio that mercilessly reminds you of your previous break-up. And trust me, this is more painful than the actual break-up. All those good o'l days with your ex dragged back from the dead, constantly fucking up your head. Now, you find out that you're still actually a little too not over it. We suddenly bitch around like Taylor Swift.

Exactly.

The Crisis in Venezuela and Social Media

When I woke up to check my email on an odd, cold morning, there was this temptation to watch Jessica Bangkok’s pussy gets pounded [insert YouJizz clip here]. And that no matter how I try to fucking resist her, the bitch won’t just let me go.  I’m not saying that this happens all the time, but, you know, men sometimes are literally cocky during mornings. Anyway, with all the temptation and, yeah, hardness, it didn’t go the way you and I expected it to be–the up and down thingy. Well, thanks to this “social media addiction,” one just can’t simply start his/her day without knowing what the fuck is happening in Facebook or Twitter.  So, there I was, stoked to see how many likes my goddamn status had received.

My Realization Toward Christianity (And Probably Yours Too)

First off, we really apologize if took us ages to write a new article. We've been very busy partying, smoking and banging chicks for the last couple of months. Just kidding! We actually were just watching movies and playing video games because, yeah, we’re a bunch of fucking anti-social geeks.  Now, listen up kids, because we are about to share something cool, something that will enlighten you as a human being.  So, please, if you may gather up and alt-F4 that fucking porno tab –you don’t want Maria Ozawa disturb us during the most enlightening moment of your life. Don’t you?

Inspirational Stories Of Life

A True Story -- by Ronda Rich

Mary Noble and I slid into the ancient red leather and steel booth of a diner in Birmingham and placed our breakfast order.
As we poured cream into steaming black coffee, we heard the shrilling ring of the telephone at the cash register.
"Diner," answered the aging man with silver hair and loose skin that hung in folds around his neck.
He answered briskly but quicker than you could say "eggs over easy," his voice melted like marshmallows dropped into hot chocolate. "Oh, hey honey."
That's what caught our attention. We hushed, raised our eyebrows and leaned closer to eavesdrop better.
"Where are you?" He waited. "You didn't forget your camera, did you?" Another pause. "Be sure to put it in the basket at airport security. Don't walk through the detector with it. Then, don't forget it. You've got your money, right?" Another pause. "OK, sweetheart. Call me first thing so I'll know you're all right."
He smiled. "I love you. Be careful. Bye, sweetheart."
Really, I don't know how we knew, but somehow we reckoned it was his daughter. Women's intuition, I guess. Though, he did seem too old to have a young daughter that he would be talking to like that. He hung up the phone. We smiled sentimentally like women will do because conversations like that touch our hearts.
"Isn't that sweet?" I asked.
Mary Noble nodded. She turned around, craning her neck to look at the man who was returning to the morning newspaper in the first booth. Then, she sold us out.
"That must have been your daughter. It was so sweet."
He chuckled slightly and blushed. "Yeah, that was my girl."
"It's wonderful to hear a father talk like that," I remarked.
He put the newspaper down. "She's 50 years old." Before that comment could stun us, he continued. "She's got MS (multiple sclerosis). It hasn't progressed much in the past five years. She's going to Washington, D.C." He looked out the large plate glass window, studying the morning sunlight that dappled the trees and cars parked along the street. He waited a long moment before speaking again.
"I love that girl so. She's her mama made over." He shook his head slowly.
That scene hangs with me. In a little Alabama diner on a quiet, tree-lined street, we discovered a father unashamed to say "I love you" to a daughter who was half a century old. And, not embarrassed to say it loud enough for the eager ears of strangers.
Funny, the things that will warm your heart when you tuck your manners away long enough to eavesdrop.
Copyright, 2006, Ronda Rich
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Ronda Rich is the best-selling author of “What Southern Women Know (That Every Woman Should)” and “My Life In The Pits,” as well as authoring "What Southern Women Know About Flirting" and "The Town That Came A-Courtin'." She lives in Gainesville, Georgia. Visit Ronda's web site at www.whatsouthernwomenknow.com.

An Antidote for the (Philippine) Media's Mind Poison

So, it seems like everybody’s freaking out (the whole Philippines in particular), ‘cause yeah, Vhong Navarro got decked by a bunch of guys in a condo unit on January 22, this year. The media says that Mister Suave was invited by Deniece Cornejo A.K.A his “friend” to “hang out” in her condo unit. Vhong, probably hoping he’s gonna get some, hastily went to the condo unit. By the time he arrived, he must’ve had an evil grin on his face, thinking that Deniece was an easy bitch and he’s “SupahPapalicious” [Insert SupahPapalicious image here].

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Random Band of the Week: In Aurora's Eyes

Well, last time we shared a couple of internationally-known artists (which includes the itchy, bitchy Justin Bieber) in our website that we think are worthy of your attention. This 2014, we firmly believe that it is the right time for you to tear down those Miley Cyrus posters and stop listening to Taylor Swift's songs about her ex-boyfriends because nobody gives a fuck nowadays.