What happens when someone finds a piece of food which resembles the image of someone famous? They sell it of course. But 500 British pounds (about $13,500 U.S. dollars - just try and doubt my math) doesn't sound like an exorbitant amount for a jelly bean whose mottled coloring resembles the likeness of the future princess of England, Kate Middleton. Sure, it doesn't feature her bust (which would definitely increase the asking price because everyone loves breasts) but the best part about the fluff piece of journalism, which The Independent recognized as such, is the URL which the assigned the article... utter-PR-fiction-but-people-love-this-shit-so-fuck-it-lets-just-print-it-2269573
That's seriously what the URL is. Click thru and see for yourself or just stay here and look at the jelly bean image of Kate Middleton who, according to some supermarket tabloids I saw on Saturday is pregnant. That announcement will supposedly come after the wedding.
Sometimes accidents happen. We aren't always aware of how we look in a self-portrait. Women are especially victims of this. Whether it be a nipple-slip or cleavage up to their necks as is the case with Meghan McCain, there is nobody to blam but yourself. Or is there.
Let's throw aside political affiliations for a moment. Sure, Meghan McCain is the daughter of one John McCain. She is also an active Republican. Those two things put her at least somewhat in the public eye and as we know in the celebrity-obsessed world where papparazzi stalk the likes of Jon and Kate Gosselin, even the boobs of a Republican are fair game for criticism.
But I don't think so. Meghan McCain is more than entitled to have a personal life. She has the right, by way of our freedom of speech, to post whatever the hell she wants on her Twitter account. McCain, however, has to walk that fine line. Republicans, by name alone, are supposed to be the party of virtues, dignity and sort of the poster children for upstanding citizens. So posting a photo where your huge, delectable, juicy boobs are trying to escape from your tank top does start to erode your entire party's stance against displaying any amount of sexuality.
The difference, again, is that the comments - some bordering on hate speech - are uncalled for. Meghan McCain apologized for her gaffe. She was just simply trying to show how tame her weeknights are as she curled up with an Andy Warhol book and snuggled with her lady lumps. Nobody deserves the kind of verbal attacks spineless and anonymous people lobbed at her via Twitter. Hey, at least she owned up to her curvaceous mistake and has deleted the photo in question from her TwitPic account but something like this never actually vanishes. So, what would you have done? Would you take pride in an accidental boob photo like her's?
If that photo made you uneasy, check out MinnPics. Come along as we explore the hidden photogenic treasures of Minnesota.
Monday was our official "Let's attend the Minnesota State Fair day". In doing so, we walked a lot, saw all kinds of goats which the baby simply loved and saw plenty of people whom I am convinced only venture outside for the fair. There's plenty to do for free, as people pointed out in my last post, for those living on a strict budget. We checked out the fine arts building and the horticulture building where I saw some huge melons - and pumpkins.
I took a break on a bench with the baby. We splurged on a buy one, get one dinner special at the OES Diner and we sat for a few minutes to watch Dan Cole and his Noon-3 PM show at KFAN.
However, the real scenery, as it usually does, comes out later in the day. As my old lady waffled back and forth about what treat to buy, I stood patiently in front of the Sweet Martha's Cookies building (her eventual purchase was ac one of cookies). That's when I saw a relatively attractive young lady walk by. It was hard not to notice her as she was wearing a bright yellow semi-transparent t-shirt. Then I started chuckling. This young woman, you see, couldn't be troubled to find the correct size of t-shirt as she had enormous breasts.
Her breasts were easily the size of watermelons. I'll venture a guess and say that they were approximately EE cups (if that's even a size). Her t-shirt was probably a medium size and her bra - clearly visible through her thin, yellow t-shirt, was a C cup at best.
This pairing presented quite the visual. The too-small bra was forcing her jello-like EE breasts into two pairs of C-cup boobs. This young lady was rocking not just two breasts but four. Yes, in all of her thin yellow t-shirt glory, this well-endowed young lady (desperately in need of a bra fitting) was the proud owner of four breasts. If only I had my camera out at that precise moment.
I did have my camera at the ready for other Minnesota State Fair moments and MinnPics is just the place they're likely to pop up. Check MinnPics this week for something decidedly Minnesota... eventually.
I could probably rattle off a few hundred resolutions I should make to better myself int he new year but I think I'll stick to the top three. Truly, three things have been causing plenty of strife in my life so why not nip those three and call it good?
Stop eating boogers This clearly doesn't say that I'm going to be making any sort of effort to curtain my nose picking habit. Hell, I like showing off in traffic just how many knuckles I can lodge up my nostril. It does, though, mean that I'm planning to put an end to my eating of those boogers. Maybe I'll invest in one of those fancy jars labeled "Boogers" and put that sucker to some good use.
Stop wearing women's underwear to work Again, this one is specific enough so I can still sport some lacy panties when I'm hanging around Casa De Sornie on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I do fully intend to retire my favorite thong because bending over and having others notice my personal underwear preference is starting to make me uncomfortable. Almost as if people are talking about what they've seen.
Be kinder to America's exotic dancers No longer will I sit at the tip rail and throw out pennies. Sure, it has much more relevance in today's economy but a stripper, um, exotic dancer just looks odd with her g-string full of coins. In fact, it's quite the turn off. I apologize, strippers of America, for making it look like you are packing a fat bratwurst down below.
Now that I've 'fessed up to my oh-so-honest New Year's resolutions, it's time to share yours.
Make it one of your New Year's resolutions to check out MinnPics and bask in the glory of these fabulous photos each and every day.
A long winter, an unusually cool spring, long periods of inactivity and a workload which gives me an excuse of rather long periods of inactivity have given me what can only be scientifically referred to as soft pectoral muscles.
In laymen's terms, I have a case of man boobs. In crude, unrefined terms, this guy's got bitch titties. But what can I do to remedy the situation? This has been my quest for the past 30 minutes. (Yes, a whopping half hour)
What has quickly become a man boob crisis has led me to take matters in to my own hands and break out my pocket protector for some ultra scientific research. By scientific research, I mean Googling the phrase "man boobs" (huh, 1.4 million results). The results were interesting to say the least.
This site suggests cutting back on the three major food groups; beer, meat and potatoes. I rather enjoy my fine beer and summer in Minnesota means grilling so that solution is simply hogwash. However, another solution is cardio-aerobic exercise. That I can do. In fact, a speedy round of disc golf after work is in the cards for me today and I count walking the rolling terrain of the one mile long course exercise so I have a start.
There are also plenty of other solutions and apparently I'm not alone because while my problem is small (I still weigh south of 200 lbs.) apparently it's a very real problem in America because Newsweek says it is. And as if all this coverage wasn't enough, check out the top ten moobs clips.
Hey, at least I don't look like the guy in this final video.
But I could use the collective help of the readers here. Any tips to eliminate my man boobs? Or do you ladies find smallish man boobs cute, even sexy? Let me know. These flabby pecs may be my ticket to the big time.
