Freaky Deaky. . .

Nils went to the Philippines and Indonesia recently, braving $25 hookers, warm beer, festering market foods, poisonous vipers, violent mujahid and. . .well, not really. He did go, but the bastard was laid up in $500 a night hotels.

And all I got was this funky billboard picture, which is thoroughly erotic and appalling all at the same time. Just who is Pauleen Luna? And does she know what a placenta is? I hope it's simply a marketing name.



Make sure you enlarge the photo to enjoy the fine print. It's certified halal!! And thank goodness for that. Those non-halal(haram) placenta creams are just icky!

This post ties in nicely with a video post over at Little Green Footballs, which shows some lunatic Saudi cleric describing his version of virgins and paradise. The virgins are all white-skinned and instead of 72, you only get 10. Martyrdom is a rip-off!

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You Can Ride In My Front Seat Any Day. . .

This person, Debora Moscone, was asked to move from her front seat by the driver of a city bus in Lindau, Germany because of her cleavage. . .



which leads me to ask the question, "Herr Driver, are you ghey?"

This bit from an auto-translated article describes the scene clearly:

But at a stop the bus driver addresses it: Their sight confuses it, it can not on the traffic concentrate, then it cannot drive on. The driver places the attractive young woman before the choice: Either it puts itself then that it cannot see it also in the mirror to no more, or it must step out.

Debora Moscone holds first for a joke. But the driver is serious it. Thus it adds and sits down directly behind the driver, where it is separate from it by an obscure disk. At the station arrived, it places the driver to the speech. It affirmed its procedure and refers to Paragraf 6 of the transport order, which gives it the right to instruct the passengers where they are to put themselves.

I'll say.

By the way, Debora? If you're not doing anything next Tuesday let's get together for dinner. I make a mean wienerschnitzel. You know. . .call me. Schnell!

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