Get away from the Pope nasty dove of peace

Saw this online. I was looking for pics of the Pope. Yes, I was looking for pics of the Pope. This made me laugh. Any caption ideas should be added to comments.

Recipes for Guys

Passer au four à Micro-ondes des Sucissons

An American classic, good for breakfast, lunch, dinner or a snack.

Ingredients-

• Two Hot Dogs
• Microwave oven
• Bun or Fork

1-Place Hot Dogs in Microwave. You can use a plate, but those will take time to wash later and this thing is really just going into you.
2-Microwave on high until the hot dogs moves(about 30-50 seconds). Listen for a hissing sound this is also a indicator that it is ready.
3-Pick up with bun or fork and eat.
4-Repeat until you are no longer hungry.

Goes well with:

Beer

Bon Appetite.

A good Joke

A good joke is to, deadpan, look at your friend and ask them "Hey man, what do you do about the purple blisters on your penis?" as if everyone has them.

Umm...this is probably not a good joke for the ladies to pull.

Double Umm...I do not actually have purple blisters on my penis.

Rob

I am one of the most competative people you might ever meet. I hate to lose. It is a sickness. I hate not being number one. I couldn't let a six year old beat me at bowling.No. Seriously. It happened. I couldn't let her beat me.

So there is a lot there. I played C.Y.O. basketball for a number of years when I was growing up. C.Y.O. , for those of you who don't know, stands for "Catholic, Youth, Organization". Maybe all that guilt on the court made for better play.

We were a good team. Second or third best in our league. St. Matthias. We were good. I was never a very good shooter, but boy could I play me some defense. We always come up second to St. Pancras. (For some reason my young mind could never quite understand why those kids played for a church named after an organ). I hated that fuckin team. My friend Rob from middle school, whose last name has escaped along with the years of my life, played for the hated organ saints.

We were okay at school. Playing "Sporks" at lunch time and tossing pennies during free periods. I believe that he even hit me in the testicles one time while playing "sucide" in the school yard. All in all, fast freinds.

On the court was an entirley different matter. I would hit, push and do anything I could to win. I was a dirty player with a chip on his shoulder. Hey, I like to win.

So the moment this whole post is about, is a time at St Pancras church. We were playing a game in the auditorium. Rob and I dove for a loose ball and ended up tied up. A jump ball was called. Rob and I lined up, face to face.

That moment is one I have thought about many times in my life. Everytime I think of competition.We looked each other in the eye. Just before the ref threw up the ball. Time stopped. It was me and Rob. Two freinds, two competitors. Both wanting to best each other.
A slight smirk curled Rob's lip. A small smirk mirrored itself on mine.The ref threw up the ball.

We jumped.

We are the Pussys! Who are you?

For those (seemingly very few of you) who do not have a myspace account, it has, from what I can tel really taken over for ol' blogger in many ways. Lots of info, but less interaction.
You have a group of "friends" who can look at your site and leave comments. Comments, are not like they used to be on here. They are often one liners, and often are pre made graphic packages that you get from another site. Very little going on there.
Interestingly enough, a while back I went onto Myspace and posted a pic of me from the old long hair days. From about 1990 I think.
A few days later I get an email from "Pussy Sister". That went something like this.

"Tom. You be rockin' guy that is from same as Pussy Sister to be rockin' the world. We are hoping to see you in U.S.A. when tour is going for Pussys. Rockin roll man!"

A German "Rock'n roll" band (yes the apostrophe is misplaced and is what you would encounter if you went to meet the Pussys as they call themselves).
These guys have given me an imense amount of laughs. Check out their band Bio...











About Pussy Sisster Music comes and music goes - but the "dirty" rock´n roll will be always alive. This is the mind and the way of live of the boy´s from PUSSY SISSTER : wild, hot and explosive.These guys Alex Sex, Mark Heart,Joe Johnson and Mr. COMA aren´t fans of fashion music.Their songs are explosive, dirty, softly, directly and very sexy. Rock´n Roll is a connection of music, feelings and a great show, and this is the job of the Pussy Sisster on stage. Their live-show is full of power, energy and self-confidence. Pussy Sisster´s motto is : Play Rock´n Roll, live Rock´n Roll....and they still do !!! Brought on the point : wild, wilder, Pussy Sisster.... Bandstart: October 2003 Bandstarters: Alex "SEX" Nad, Mark Heart, Chris Nad Bandimage: wild, real good and powerfull Live-Performance, hot outfits, Gig´s: international Visions: Label-Deal, big Tour, good Albums,

Perfection!

Many times I have thought to correct their English at least to let them know that no self respecting American would every refer to themselves as a Pussy, but it is too much fun! In their eponymous song Pussy Sister, they are rocking out and all shout "We are the Pussys...who are you?!?!". It rules.

Basically, they are the guy with the kick me sign on his back getting kicked in the pants. I t's so much fun to watch that I am not going to tell the sign is there...and better yet, that it is in their own hand writing.


Take a moment, have some fun and check out


Pussy Sisster