The Brits know how to run an online newspaper.
There were only five entrants to the contest and I never have heard of two of them, and am vaguely aware of a third.
What does that say about me?
Added: In case you are wondering why there is no picture accompanying this post, The Sun does not allow right clicks on their photos. Like I said, they know how to run an online newspaper.
You need to click on the link just for the photos.
I was going through LinkedIn today, looking for potential people to add to my network. It’s something I’m doing to aid my job search. I found it interesting to know I’m a 2nd degree link to the owner of this company:
I’m certain SWMBO will find this entertaining too.
It’s a legitimate business, they do uniforms for waitresses that work in, uh…, provocative environments. You know, family restaurants. Yeah, that’s it.
Via the Instaupundit, Matt Walsh brings you his reasons for being excited about the Ashley Judd campaign announcement:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V10UKk0vnx4[/youtube]
The original posting for Matt’s video. It’s, I have to say, very funny. It is worth your 6:47. Oh, and since she’s from Hollywood, I am assuming she’s going to run as a Democrat.
I mean, she just looks like a Senator from Kentucky:
Am I right?
She’ll be be a wonderful addition to The World’s Greatest Deliberative Body.
Check it out:
I’m reminded of the guy I know that painted, “I dreamed I painted the water tower in my maidenfrom bra,” on the water tower at St. Kate’s.
He was quite a celebrity in his day. Stuffy DC journalist now.
Women with large breasts are smarter.
The field work I’ve done neither supports or refutes the conclusion of the linked study.
Now, in case Mrs. White Rock, who happens to be in the kitchen as I type this, looks at this post, the field work was done many years ago.
It’s the latest obsession for pushy parents.
Given that this is the photo accompanying the article:
I would probably have a little trouble concentrating.
Here is a photo of Denise Milani, a winner of some bikini beauty contest:
Here is a photo of former UNC professor Paul Frampton:
Professor Frampton flew from North Carolina to Bolivia to meet Ms. Milani. When he arrived in Bolivia, he was not met by Ms. Milani, but rather by some guy with a suitcase who sent him on to Argentina. The guy with the suit case told Prof. Frampton he would meet Ms. Milani in Argentina.
Prof. Frampton has just been sentenced to five years in prison for smuggling drugs.
I’ve read all of the article linked to above, and the other articles linked to within. It appears that Prof. Frampton never got the opportunity to meet Ms. Milani. The best part, is this is not the first time he’s been the sucker in some long distance internet relationship.
Update: A quote from another article I just found on the case.
But at the heart of it is the question: how could an unprepossessing 68-year-old believe that a busty hottie might want to have him dip his rusty old spoon in her honeypot?
Really, this is the question, isn’t it?
Even if this is true, would you report it if it happened to you?
I know I wouldn’t report it for two reasons: one the whole thing might be kind of fun; two, my wife doesn’t have 38DD breasts and she would likely be pissed if I was involved with a pair of breasts that didn’t belong to her.
