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saw in the previous post impossible gifts for 28 February. Today I will continue with gifts imposbles and, rare as they seem, are real. Yes, really, even if they seem.

Rammstein's new album is in stores and on closer megaupload vuesto not long ago. But few people know that was removed with a special edition case cash. Here on the left you can see. For only $ 250 (jarl) may have the disc Liebe ist für alle da (Love is for All and Tal) with everything needed to carry out that mission. The case has an interior with a wealth of detail, with mirrors, reflective logo and contains 6 translucent pink rubber cocks, handcuffs and a lubricant in addition to the disk.

do not know how to Aerosmith not think of this before, but I think they offered their own truth. Now, the 6 guys are not to be the lucky owner / possessor is the fit every day of the week and rest on Sunday, as members of the band is 6. Will reproductions of his own dick? And, if so, who the fuck is 7 cm and thin as a noodle? Here you have a small hobby for up rivals each " miembrillo " with the corresponding band members. In the order of the photo are: A. Oliver Riedel (bass), B. Till Lindemann (vocals), C. Christopher Schneider (drums), D. Christian Lorenz (keyboards), E. Richard Kruspe (guitar), F. Paul Landers (guitar). As a clue I can point to that Lindemann was swimmer of the GDR and was about to be representative in the 1980 Moscow Olympic Games, with the amount of anabolic steroids that this implies, one can sense how big it was his penis, or so say urban legends, no?

The good:
If you rock / heavy / etc:
It's Rammstein.
If you Choni:
have dicks.

The bad:
If you rock / heavy / etc:
have dicks.
If you Choni :
not include a brain.

And, continuing with the same subject, we have condoms Sarah Palin and Barack Obama . Now you can win the Nobel Peace Prize with the tip of the penis and less than a month after declaring war on Yemen with your fat guts, brave and cheer. top of that, KISS condoms. Gene Simmons recommends:

Sex always ashamed to people, so when a guy snaps a condom there is KISS and Gene Simmons tongue hanging the situation be resolved quickly

I turn to ask How is that Aerosmith did not occur before this? . Mmm, yes, Steven Tyler not use condoms and soon an army models with giant mouth eat up world. It is available in special edition Love Gun Protection.

But that's not all, once Madonna also released her own line of condoms. The face that says on the box will not cut the roll so as Gene Simmons sticking his tongue out, explaining the metaphor that with your dick red condoms can be like yours (your language). But the truth is coming out ugly, not ugly, and my least seems like a good idea to promote chastity.

This time there are no gifts for you, chonis. Weep not, next time will be.

Trivia: In this article has written three times the number six and has used six times the word cock (including this one).

Today: Depeche Mode - Strange Love .

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December 28

From nopuedocreer Meneame and have been released filter HOYGANs backwards. That is, if you do not write as Joystiq commentators, will not let you put the comment. The variation of HANTEBRASO GRASI as Grazie ENTREZEJA or crotch, will be history. No doubt the joke that has triumphed.

Editorial: Animally said: "Tomorrow we all the funeral of RAE "In
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complete the joke is proposing a gift of kings of the newest. These are some of the best:

contact lenses that can change color with an iPod-type control and also serve to watch movies in 3D without glasses.




The ultimate gadget. Includes 3D camera, mp3 player, compass, cell phone, flashlight, keychain, mini car minihelicoptero and drones, photo printer, utility knife, ... The monster who would flee the Amish without hesitation.


For end! The Slanket to poligonera. Hey neng, q sto s what sperand stabs. A game with your bag, your leo-brown thong, your support of Amazon's Montera, your sheets, your upholstery for the Renault Clio tuneao, and what the fuck, for everything you wear tacky in general.

The famous blanket with sleeves. The most horrible and ghastly invention of the century, finally reaches its ultimate goal. Take it as you read, while you sleep, while you go to a meeting of your sect, while walking the dog and people think you're a Martian. This went unnoticed in the announcement of new products for sale, but no doubt I will make up next year at least.

Chonis the world, I do not think more and demands your color slankets leopard to finish burning our retinas. And the gift of a piercing for color face wart.

In another shop, mequedoconuno , sell you a real Fluzo capacitor. Now we just need someone to sell a DeLorean on ebay.



In fogonazos.com point that National Geographic discovered that Stonehenge was a scam since 1901. A hoax Curran and with great detail.

Pedja The Blog ends up giving another twist to the myth of Atari cartridges buried in New Mexico, going to dig himself and find one.

You know, until they end the day Do not believe anything. Merry Christmas, hoygan!

Today: Holy Innocents - Deja Vu


PS: you got it, the leopard slanket is a reality. With your ability, I explained how John Cobra has not been to the Eurovision final.

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Daddy again (Closing Time)

Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes , lonely face, lonely lonely in your place.
Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place.
I Thought That I Knew All That There Was to, lonely, lonely, lonely ...

I will be almost three years to live without my father . At that time, among other things, I became a woman. He was not there to see, but I believe, in this my only moment of Fe that know . Only now, after so long, I begin to feel its absence. Yesterday, for example while jogging buying Christmas presents, I realized that my mother told me "your dad walks needing Helena clothes, buy something nice, a sweater and socks because I always wear socks in the summer too, "Not this request, not my father and I mean now when I remember our conversations I must say, that man could not stop crying every time I called and told her father Hello, how are. I think it happens week in which I reproach or blame me, punish me or to hate me for not having done a bit more for it. I do not think I will reach all life in order to accept that he is not. I think I'm going to die and one of my joys is going to be that I will not become a distant star switching off, not just going to be again a child running to his father wherever you go. Hoping to still remember me and know that I, at least in this life, I had the courage to become a woman.

Of all the things I had to accept in this life, there is one on which further work. My father never going to see them play. Never. I think it's the only thing I would like to fix and unfortunately the only thing that is beyond repair. The rest, good or evil, or so I was fixing, leave it as it was. This non-materiality of my father as a human being and its conversion to the ground beef and black, I can not solve. These days I have suggested the mood to go through that. To me that breaks my heart a little every time I play under that truth does not make me want laughing. Give me a strong desire and terrible long to mourn and leave everything, not the guitar, everything to go live on the land they live on other men, that land where everything is all the same, all does not matter, nothing matters and anything is a joke and the limit is not pain, nor death, nor even humanity itself. The limit is the pain can be caused in the other and the goal is how to expand. Is that I always liked the bastards over fools.

That music is a cure continues to be cliche but it will never stop being true. That July day my father died I was alone. In the hospital had not anyone and firing, encouraged by my analyst, marked a before and after in my life that even today has no balance. I realized that dying is a huge thank-final without credit. Was completed. Understand what is starting to forget someone. I do not remember, even forcing me to tears and again: the edge of a growing hatred for myself, as was the voice of my father. I do not remember. I can not, is that his tone was dry, the effect of cigarette 43/70 not leave until he lost a lung. I remember it was serious. I remember those details. But if I close my eyes I can not play your voice. I forgot. And I can not call, I can not pick up my phone and call to see how this, if already up, if you ate well, if watching a program on TV. I can not hear as voice breaks when he hears me talk. I can not hear, I'll never be able to hear the voice of my own father. The only thing left to reternelo, is to write about it. And maybe I'm doing today, recovering a little, making it a little more mine, wanting to stay a little longer with him, not feeling great human being crap I usually feel when I realize the amount of times you waste your company and as stupid, how stupid, arrogant as I was, so I was incredibly stupid for not having been able to forgive in time, the number of times that this man I wounded, all those times you left me alone, the number of times he forgot me, the mistakes he made me his only daughter. But none of that now torments me. At least not now, now the only thing that troubles me is close my eyes and could not hear the voice of my own father.

Today I went to the cemetery for the first time in all these years, days and hours . I confess, I thought it would be worse but is that cemeteries are very quiet and even reflective. The graveyards are full of stories, not really understand why the writers do not write in the corridors of cemeteries, hosted by the banks and the aroma of jasmine. I would, but I could not write. Oh yes, sitting at the grave of my father could write mentally, perhaps mumble a few words, record them and come home to hear the result. The grass in the cemeteries is something that should be noted, at least the perfect grass that covers the grave of my father is amazing. When I bend down to touch it, I felt it in my hands as a gift of nature and smell the scent that creates the green after the rain was a gift. Rub over with my hands, not about to pat my father, or below these rhizomes found the warmth of his nature. I never could bring into my house and green, so alive. Perhaps because in my home as I am alive. Maybe that's why I'm not sure.

Take flowers, the liberal attempt I went through a finger from side to side with the pin that held the cellophane. More tried to free the flesh, but sank into it. More tried to free the skin, went deeper. I realized that the flowers, cellophane and tissue paper hanging from my finger and if everything went well I was going to get a piece of skin under the weight of all three. As I do not like anyone, even the effects of the weight of things, decide for me, I start it. It did not hurt.

Now it is late at night and prepare to go to a party. New Year is approaching and my house, my animals sleep. A friend calls me, not leaving until I get there. Tomorrow I'm going to dinner with my mother and give her gifts. I already know I bought her because she could not stop. For the first time after 29 years I will have my gold openers over my ears. I was so excited today I showed the small red bag where they are stored, to return to store and telling me I had to wait until midnight to get the rings, put on my pink panties, toast with a bit of alcohol and give their gifts. Although we both know that we are our mutual gifts.

Now that Daddy is not and under the tree, because I do not disown the tree, there are many gifts, I can only wait. I listen to Tom Waits while dialogue with his tone of voice. Closing Time is my favorite album of Waits, the disc to engage in dialogue deeper and more sacred. I love you .... and can you see. All these days of prose, poetry, songs and words were for me, rather than the constant struggle against time these days to write, anything, on any format, supporting the torture of uniting word after word, all these days and years of pain, that whole bunch of songs, all that learning through music, tuning the pain the character string, the handful of concerts, singing with the size of my hope, that is the size of my faith, which is the pebble from my heart that will be forever wounded, but not of death.

While voice is me, I will use it. As I left heart, I will use it to love. As I is life, live with the rage of love, of which we know the daily struggle is to win only one more day of death.

Everything else, everything else does not matter.

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Ja, mein Fuhrer: Arbeit Macht Frei

As you would Goebbels or the same newspaper El Mundo our Führer elected, let's make a list of victims of the Bill. As you know, if you live in a bucket held pads, the new law sustainable economy, which continues to be a futile attempt to gain confidence of the electorate before a dire situation in domestic policy (" ago lack that it mention?) external (as of Aminatu could have ended badly if it had depended on our tiernecito Morantinos ) and the full range of colors covering their ministries, includes a small amendment added (that pretty, as the corrupt U.S. senators) who has nothing to do with economics. This addition is the disavowal of former judges and their decisions to decide what content is legal and which are not online as decided by a small committee, paid for by taxes of the English, ie plus, hundreds of thousands euros a month, I suppose, and very sustainable, to decide which infringes the copyright, and therefore what is likely to be closed or banned.

Now to explain this: This is done because the pages with links to eMule and others were declared illegal by a court of many judges, as they are not copyrighted content stored on the page. The next step is, if the law does not favor me, passage of the law, that the cat is mine and I fuck when I want, and now I say what is illegal, not judges, and I'm going to pee on the rights of freedom expression, presumption of innocence and right to a fair with a corresponding jucie defense. These pages display links to external copyrighted content as that content almacenban not then they are not illegal. With this in mind what pages should be closed?

Let's start with what hurts most: Porn: Photos and videos are copyrighted porn and free pages that show, of course, are offering Free ... AND STORING! Oh, my God, in the opinion of the Minister Gonzalez-Sinde , deserve to die. Coincidentally

the lyrics of the songs are also copyrighted, therefore 97.8% of Fotolog profiles should close. Do you not know that by putting the lyrics of that song from Tokio Hotel after your laments about how much you hate Mondays deserve to die? So too the songs and videos with a soundtrack by Myspace and Facebook should disappear or be banned in Spain. This leads to a bigger enemy.

As we saw, pages that contain links to copyrighted content deserve to die. But what if that movie premiered looking last week at Google , that is, come to see it directly or enalces bajársela network. Therefore ... GOOGLE MUST DIE .

YouTube takes videos with copyright, or videos with a soundtrack by copyright, or your own videos made by you in full and have decided that copyright Youtube, and the label of the moment you delete them. Besides the television scenes. As the Ministry of Culture and the music market rule, YouTube , Dailymotion, Metacafe , Etc. must die.

Where you think that leaving the pictures that illustrate newspaper articles online. "Terrorist attack in London " accompanied by a photo of a mushroom cloud taken from the google search on the word "explosion" that warns: " this photo may have copyright ." The Country , World, Reason , AS, Marca , DNA , Digital Freedom, among others, and the newspaper where this happened: 20 Minutes must die yes.

But ... then, the web that the Ministry of Education with pictures, videos and sounds of cats GM (true) for free distribution, get rid? It is a web and has copyrighted content, even free distribution, like many things of eMule.

everything would not be bad, old home pages of the defunct Geocities including an annoying background music that could not also be flattened off.

And what about 4chan . But if it is full of photos from movies, characters and everything that can be used to make montages and flash animations.

The truth is that on the Internet any everything is shared immediately. Good thing here or put images or songs are put at the end of articles ... How? Why?

PS: Everything in this post can only be taken as a joke, like the law, which if enacted would be useless. If internet is what it is today is thanks to its users and is characterized by free access for everyone. Passing this law would be like saying that the law of gravity does not affect those who have diplomatic immunity to it.

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Bright and Brave Songs!

Warning with the snake and The Greyhounds will be playing acoustic songs in the bar "The Swan" housed in a beautiful corner of the Almagro

This date is special because Gonzalo "bird" Rainoldi was responsible for recording, producing, mixing and mastering the first album "The Greyhound "which will be on the street, for reasons that border on the desire for a good omen for 2010, in March with a special edition which emulates the old 7-inch discs soon

cuts that were left out and a theme preview will be downloadable Drop from the user from "The Greyhounds"

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