Chinese build 'baby box' where parents can dump their unwanted newborn children because of the country's one-child policy
Nanjing Welfare Home built box for parents to leave unwanted children
Parents drop babies at the building before staff come and collect them
Hoped it will stop people leaving children to die in parks and on the streets
China has a one-baby policy that was introduced in 1979
Chinese authorities have built a 'baby abandonment' building where parents can anonymously leave their unwanted children.
The building, located in Nanjing, eastern China, will provide a safe place for parents to leave their children - who will then be cared for at a nearby welfare home, according to reports.
The space - coined a 'baby box' by local media - will be electronically monitored so that when a baby is left an alarm will go off.
Staff the nearby Nanjing Welfare Home - located five minutes away - will then come to collect the child.
The building is air-conditioned and has humidity monitors. It includes an incubator, a bed and a thermometer.
There will be no CCTV - so the parents will be totally anonymous, a report on Shanghaiist has claimed.
Staff at the Nanjing Welfare Home hope the building will stop parents from leaving their children in parks or on the streets - where they often freeze to death.
Many feel forced to leave their children due to the government's population control one child policy - introduced in 1979.
The news come as the city of Shenzhen has reportedly applied to the Guangdong provincial authorities to pilot such a facility next year.
Critics of the scheme have said it will encourage irresponsible parents to abandon their offspring.
Zhu Hong, the centre's spokesman said: 'We do this for the sake of the babies lives.
'The parents might have to abandon them for unthinkable reasons. But the children are innocent and need to be protected.'
So far this year the home has received 160 babies.
In August, a horrific image of a newborn baby drowned in a river caused outrage in China after it emerged on local social networking sites.
The picture - taken from a river bank in south east China - apparently shows a dead infant wearing a romper suit and a nappy several days after the newborn had been abandoned in the water.
The photo has appalled Chinese internet users who have set up an online search for clues to the baby's identity.
China has a one-baby policy, introduced in 1979 to keep the country's population under control, which restricts urban couples to having just one child.
Despite egalitarian policies in China, many families hope to have a son to provide for them in their old age.
As a result the country has a higher rate of female infanticide and lower ration of female to male births.
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Selasa, 10 Desember 2013
Buy & Sell Real Babies
Nigeria frees 16 girls, women in 'baby factory' raid
Nigeria frees 16 girls, women in baby factory raid AFP Nigeria frees 16 girls, women in 'baby factory' raid
Lagos - Nigerian police said on Wednesday that they raided a home and freed 16 pregnant girls and young women allegedly being forced to have babies to be sold.
"We carried out a raid on a residence in Owerri following an intelligence report and rescued 16 expectant mothers," Imo State police spokeswoman Joy Elomoko told AFP.
"The girls were between 14 and 19 years old and in different stages of pregnancy."
The male owner of the home, who was arrested, had registered it as a non-governmental organisation promoting women's and children's issues, Elomoko added.
An unlicensed automatic pump action shotgun was also recovered during the raid.
Elomoko said the rescued women and girls told officers that they were each offered 100,000 naira (632 dollars, 466 euros) to sell their babies after delivery.
An investigation was also under way over a case of a missing baby from the illegal home.
"We found out that the suspect could not explain the whereabouts of a baby that was recently delivered in the home," the spokeswoman said.
"We are suspecting that the baby might have been sold for (black magic) rituals," she said, adding that the suspect would be taken to court after police investigation.
Nigerian security agents have uncovered a series of alleged baby factories in recent years, notably in the southeastern part of the country.
Last month, six pregnant teenage girls were freed in a raid on an illegal clinic in the oil city of Port Harcourt.
Human trafficking is widespread in west Africa, where children are bought from their families to work in plantations, mines and factories or as domestic help.
Others are sold into prostitution, and less commonly they are tortured or sacrificed in black magic rituals.
Nigeria frees 16 girls, women in baby factory raid AFP Nigeria frees 16 girls, women in 'baby factory' raid
Lagos - Nigerian police said on Wednesday that they raided a home and freed 16 pregnant girls and young women allegedly being forced to have babies to be sold.
"We carried out a raid on a residence in Owerri following an intelligence report and rescued 16 expectant mothers," Imo State police spokeswoman Joy Elomoko told AFP.
"The girls were between 14 and 19 years old and in different stages of pregnancy."
The male owner of the home, who was arrested, had registered it as a non-governmental organisation promoting women's and children's issues, Elomoko added.
An unlicensed automatic pump action shotgun was also recovered during the raid.
Elomoko said the rescued women and girls told officers that they were each offered 100,000 naira (632 dollars, 466 euros) to sell their babies after delivery.
An investigation was also under way over a case of a missing baby from the illegal home.
"We found out that the suspect could not explain the whereabouts of a baby that was recently delivered in the home," the spokeswoman said.
"We are suspecting that the baby might have been sold for (black magic) rituals," she said, adding that the suspect would be taken to court after police investigation.
Nigerian security agents have uncovered a series of alleged baby factories in recent years, notably in the southeastern part of the country.
Last month, six pregnant teenage girls were freed in a raid on an illegal clinic in the oil city of Port Harcourt.
Human trafficking is widespread in west Africa, where children are bought from their families to work in plantations, mines and factories or as domestic help.
Others are sold into prostitution, and less commonly they are tortured or sacrificed in black magic rituals.
Rabu, 24 April 2013
Deported for Being Too Handsome
Crime of Passion: Three Men Forcibly Deported from Saudi Arabia for Being “Too Handsome”
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Photographer, actor and poet Omar Borkan Al Gala from Dubai was one of the men kicked out of Saudi Arabia because he is ridiculously good looking. Saudi Arabian men feared that these men will steal their wives' hearts if they let them stay in the country ;) According to Arabic language Elaph newspaper, the UAE nationals were taking part in a heritage event in the capital Riyadh on Sunday when they were thrown out by Saudi’s religious police.
TV Emirates reported recently that three United Arab Emirates nationals were deported from Saudi Arabia for the crime of being “too handsome.”
This is certainly an uncommon criminal accusation, but one that we can relate to (some of our writers are banned in 26 countries for the opposite reason).
The three men were manning a booth representing the UAE at a cultural event in the Saudi capital city of Riyadh when the Saudi Mutaween (“religious police”) stormed the UAE booth and carried the men off, with women in the crowd presumably fainting left and right due to their sheer handsomeness.
Apparently, the Mutaween feared that women attending the event were likely to “fall in love” with the three men, prompting the arrest and forced deportation.
We can only assume that Brad Pitt is banned entirely from entering the country and that his face is covered by mosaic in all of his films in the Middle Eastern nation.
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TV Emirates reported recently that three United Arab Emirates nationals were deported from Saudi Arabia for the crime of being “too handsome.”
This is certainly an uncommon criminal accusation, but one that we can relate to (some of our writers are banned in 26 countries for the opposite reason).
The three men were manning a booth representing the UAE at a cultural event in the Saudi capital city of Riyadh when the Saudi Mutaween (“religious police”) stormed the UAE booth and carried the men off, with women in the crowd presumably fainting left and right due to their sheer handsomeness.
Apparently, the Mutaween feared that women attending the event were likely to “fall in love” with the three men, prompting the arrest and forced deportation.
We can only assume that Brad Pitt is banned entirely from entering the country and that his face is covered by mosaic in all of his films in the Middle Eastern nation.
A Girl Without Bones
New drug gives growth to girl born with no bones
Child now has a skeleton strong enough for her to dance after experimental drug therapy.
Nurses didn't know a breakthrough drug was on the horizon when they dressed the tiny little girl in a pink outfit for a hospital photographer to take her picture.
It was a photograph for her parents -- an image of solace so they could remember Janelly Martinez-Amador free of tubes. Doctors told them then there was nothing more they could do for a child without bones.
Born with the most severe form of hypophosphatasia -- a genetic disorder that prevents skeletal mineralization -- the girl didn't have the ribs to support breathing. Her parents, Salvador Martinez and Janet Amador of Antioch, were facing the prospect of having to decide whether to continue life-sustaining interventions.
But Janelly held on long enough for a last chance at life. At age 2 years and 8 months, she entered a clinical trial involving an experimental medicine at Monroe Carrel Jr. Children's Hospital at Vanderbilt in Nashville. Four years later, Janelly can dance.
One of 11 children worldwide enrolled in the clinical trial, she was the runt of the bunch. Her disease was so pronounced she could not move her body. Her bones didn't even show up on X-rays. She was also the youngest and technically didn't meet the trial's 3-year-old age requirement.
But Vanderbilt physicians had been telling Dr. Michael P. Whyte, a metabolic bone disease specialist with Washington University School of Medicine in St. Louis, about Janelly.
Whyte was about to start a clinical trial for a new drug, a biologic enzyme called asfotase alfa, that he wanted to try on toddlers with hypophosphatasia. Although this genetic disorder can cause a wide spectrum of bone loss in people of all ages, patients diagnosed as infants like Janelly have the most severe form. They usually die.
Janelly was diagnosed at about 4 months old.
"We started noticing she wasn't growing as she should at that point, and she wasn't gaining the weight as she should at her age," Martinez said with the aid of a Spanish interpreter.
The baby responded to hugs as if in pain.
Pediatricians thought Janelly might have cancer when they sent her to the Vanderbilt hospital. Vanderbilt diagnosed the severe form of hypophosphatasia -- a rare disorder that occurs in only one of every 100,000 infants.
Complications from the disease worsened to the point that Janelly spent months in the intensive care unit before her first birthday. She had to get a tracheotomy and depend upon a ventilator to live. When her parents brought her home from the hospital, they also took home a ventilator.
They held onto to hope for a cure.
In February 2009, Janelly began treatment with a medicine that had been developed by Canada-based Enobia Pharma Corp. and put on fast-track approval status by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration because it was an "orphan drug" -- the first possible treatment for a disease. Shriners Hospitals for Children and Enobia, which has since been acquired by Connecticut-based Alexion, funded the clinical trial.
Janelly had a special port surgically inserted in her abdomen so she could receive infusions of this bone-targeting enzyme.
One of the 11 children in the trial started showed skeletal improvements as early as three weeks into treatment. All the others had "striking" skeletal healing by six months -- except for Janelly.
"We were fearful that her bone disease was so terribly severe that it might not work," said Whyte, who had never met Janelly but had read her case history when he enrolled her in the study.
Her parents were the first to notice a change. They saw her gaining muscle control before medical imaging detected bone growth. Doctors initially were discouraged.
"We kept hearing from all the other sites that patients were having significant improvements," said Dr. Jill H. Simmons, a pediatric endocrinologist at Vanderbilt children's hospital. "We kept getting skeletal surveys and seeing no evidence of calcification. We really weren't seeing any improvements in her for six months."
Although no one could see it, the enzyme was sticking like snowflakes falling in darkness.
"We were very concerned when the therapy started that there was no mineral in her bones to target with enzymes," Whyte said. "So, would the enzyme find its way to bone and hook onto something to help her? But apparently -- although you couldn't see the mineral on an X-ray, you didn't see any bones on X-ray -- there was still enough there that the first molecule or enzyme to land did something."
After almost a year of treatment, Janelly finally was able to move all her limbs. After 18 months of treatment, doctors could see ribs forming.
"It was literally within those few weeks that her pulmonologist really started to notice significant improvements and was able to back her off on a ventilator," Simmons said. "It was fascinating how the calcification of those ribs really significantly turned her around."
These days, Janelly darts around in a stroller, sits up to watch television and rolls across the carpet. She dances as gracefully as any ballerina, interpreting the music with hand movements, from her stroller. Although she will soon turn 7, she's still the size of a toddler. Her bones have just begun to grow.
The tracheotomy tube prevents her from talking, but she makes noises and responds to stimuli. She goes to Harris-Hillman Special Education School. The long-term effect on her learning ability from the delay in her physical development remains a mystery.
Janelly recently went back into Vanderbilt to have the port removed from her abdomen. Instead of intravenous infusions, she has grown big enough to receive the enzyme treatment via three shots a week.
This month, Whyte traveled from St. Louis to Nashville, where he met Janelly for the first time.
"Her fingers, can I feel them?" he asked her parents, before caressing Janelly's hands to find the tiny bones.
Nurses didn't know a breakthrough drug was on the horizon when they dressed the tiny little girl in a pink outfit for a hospital photographer to take her picture.
It was a photograph for her parents -- an image of solace so they could remember Janelly Martinez-Amador free of tubes. Doctors told them then there was nothing more they could do for a child without bones.
Born with the most severe form of hypophosphatasia -- a genetic disorder that prevents skeletal mineralization -- the girl didn't have the ribs to support breathing. Her parents, Salvador Martinez and Janet Amador of Antioch, were facing the prospect of having to decide whether to continue life-sustaining interventions.
But Janelly held on long enough for a last chance at life. At age 2 years and 8 months, she entered a clinical trial involving an experimental medicine at Monroe Carrel Jr. Children's Hospital at Vanderbilt in Nashville. Four years later, Janelly can dance.
One of 11 children worldwide enrolled in the clinical trial, she was the runt of the bunch. Her disease was so pronounced she could not move her body. Her bones didn't even show up on X-rays. She was also the youngest and technically didn't meet the trial's 3-year-old age requirement.
But Vanderbilt physicians had been telling Dr. Michael P. Whyte, a metabolic bone disease specialist with Washington University School of Medicine in St. Louis, about Janelly.
Whyte was about to start a clinical trial for a new drug, a biologic enzyme called asfotase alfa, that he wanted to try on toddlers with hypophosphatasia. Although this genetic disorder can cause a wide spectrum of bone loss in people of all ages, patients diagnosed as infants like Janelly have the most severe form. They usually die.
Janelly was diagnosed at about 4 months old.
"We started noticing she wasn't growing as she should at that point, and she wasn't gaining the weight as she should at her age," Martinez said with the aid of a Spanish interpreter.
The baby responded to hugs as if in pain.
Pediatricians thought Janelly might have cancer when they sent her to the Vanderbilt hospital. Vanderbilt diagnosed the severe form of hypophosphatasia -- a rare disorder that occurs in only one of every 100,000 infants.
Complications from the disease worsened to the point that Janelly spent months in the intensive care unit before her first birthday. She had to get a tracheotomy and depend upon a ventilator to live. When her parents brought her home from the hospital, they also took home a ventilator.
They held onto to hope for a cure.
In February 2009, Janelly began treatment with a medicine that had been developed by Canada-based Enobia Pharma Corp. and put on fast-track approval status by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration because it was an "orphan drug" -- the first possible treatment for a disease. Shriners Hospitals for Children and Enobia, which has since been acquired by Connecticut-based Alexion, funded the clinical trial.
Janelly had a special port surgically inserted in her abdomen so she could receive infusions of this bone-targeting enzyme.
One of the 11 children in the trial started showed skeletal improvements as early as three weeks into treatment. All the others had "striking" skeletal healing by six months -- except for Janelly.
"We were fearful that her bone disease was so terribly severe that it might not work," said Whyte, who had never met Janelly but had read her case history when he enrolled her in the study.
Her parents were the first to notice a change. They saw her gaining muscle control before medical imaging detected bone growth. Doctors initially were discouraged.
"We kept hearing from all the other sites that patients were having significant improvements," said Dr. Jill H. Simmons, a pediatric endocrinologist at Vanderbilt children's hospital. "We kept getting skeletal surveys and seeing no evidence of calcification. We really weren't seeing any improvements in her for six months."
Although no one could see it, the enzyme was sticking like snowflakes falling in darkness.
"We were very concerned when the therapy started that there was no mineral in her bones to target with enzymes," Whyte said. "So, would the enzyme find its way to bone and hook onto something to help her? But apparently -- although you couldn't see the mineral on an X-ray, you didn't see any bones on X-ray -- there was still enough there that the first molecule or enzyme to land did something."
After almost a year of treatment, Janelly finally was able to move all her limbs. After 18 months of treatment, doctors could see ribs forming.
"It was literally within those few weeks that her pulmonologist really started to notice significant improvements and was able to back her off on a ventilator," Simmons said. "It was fascinating how the calcification of those ribs really significantly turned her around."
These days, Janelly darts around in a stroller, sits up to watch television and rolls across the carpet. She dances as gracefully as any ballerina, interpreting the music with hand movements, from her stroller. Although she will soon turn 7, she's still the size of a toddler. Her bones have just begun to grow.
The tracheotomy tube prevents her from talking, but she makes noises and responds to stimuli. She goes to Harris-Hillman Special Education School. The long-term effect on her learning ability from the delay in her physical development remains a mystery.
Janelly recently went back into Vanderbilt to have the port removed from her abdomen. Instead of intravenous infusions, she has grown big enough to receive the enzyme treatment via three shots a week.
This month, Whyte traveled from St. Louis to Nashville, where he met Janelly for the first time.
"Her fingers, can I feel them?" he asked her parents, before caressing Janelly's hands to find the tiny bones.
Selasa, 23 April 2013
A Worm In Human Eye
Is There A Worm In Your Eye?
When it comes to worms we perceive that it only affects our stomach. If you eat too many sweets, you get worms and then you have to take de-worming medications. However, it is not as simple as that. The fatal tapeworm can also affect your brain and entire central nervous system. Besides, have you ever heard of an eye worm; a worm that infects the eyes?
The dangerous Loa loa worm is one such pest that attacks the eyes. There has been a lot of talk about the Loa loa worm lately, especially after a 20cm long worm was surgically removed from a person's eyes. Dr. Ashley Thomas Mulamoottil, the doctor who recorded this unique surgery says "this is the seventh worm that he has removed in the last one decade and it is also the longest."
Spread Of Loa loa Filariasis "The worm Loa loa was originally found in Africa and has now reached Asia. The mangrove fly or deer fly is believed to be the carrier of this worm. The eggs of the worm enters the human body through small wounds inflicted by the fly. The death of the worm inside the body could be fatal as it could contaminate the blood. The disease is known as microfilariasis or Loa loa infestation (Loiasis)", says Dr. Mulamoottil. Treatment For Loa Loa Worm: The patient can either be put on chemotherapy or the worm can be surgically removed from the eyes. Unfortunately, there is no vaccine yet developed for Loa loa Filariasis. However, if it is detected in time, it is curable.
These are some interesting facts about this strange African eye worm that can grow up to 20cm long.
When it comes to worms we perceive that it only affects our stomach. If you eat too many sweets, you get worms and then you have to take de-worming medications. However, it is not as simple as that. The fatal tapeworm can also affect your brain and entire central nervous system. Besides, have you ever heard of an eye worm; a worm that infects the eyes?
The dangerous Loa loa worm is one such pest that attacks the eyes. There has been a lot of talk about the Loa loa worm lately, especially after a 20cm long worm was surgically removed from a person's eyes. Dr. Ashley Thomas Mulamoottil, the doctor who recorded this unique surgery says "this is the seventh worm that he has removed in the last one decade and it is also the longest."
Spread Of Loa loa Filariasis "The worm Loa loa was originally found in Africa and has now reached Asia. The mangrove fly or deer fly is believed to be the carrier of this worm. The eggs of the worm enters the human body through small wounds inflicted by the fly. The death of the worm inside the body could be fatal as it could contaminate the blood. The disease is known as microfilariasis or Loa loa infestation (Loiasis)", says Dr. Mulamoottil. Treatment For Loa Loa Worm: The patient can either be put on chemotherapy or the worm can be surgically removed from the eyes. Unfortunately, there is no vaccine yet developed for Loa loa Filariasis. However, if it is detected in time, it is curable.
These are some interesting facts about this strange African eye worm that can grow up to 20cm long.
Kamis, 18 April 2013
How To Teach Your Kids About Oral Sex ? Warning !
Fr-ooze Pop
So, for the second time we have to ask if the people designing products for children are just amazingly naive, or if they're a bunch of giggling stoners seeing what they can get past the marketing team. The Fr-ooze Pop is shaped like a dildo. Fine, you can say that about a lot of food. But if you lick the Fr-ooze Pop enough, a gooey substance squirts into your mouth.
The Fr-ooze Pop was marketed to kids in Singapore using a voice that repeatedly says, "lick it, suck it." Maybe they're just not as cynical as we are over there? And, uh, maybe over there penises work differently?
If so, then what's our excuse for...
So, for the second time we have to ask if the people designing products for children are just amazingly naive, or if they're a bunch of giggling stoners seeing what they can get past the marketing team. The Fr-ooze Pop is shaped like a dildo. Fine, you can say that about a lot of food. But if you lick the Fr-ooze Pop enough, a gooey substance squirts into your mouth.
The Fr-ooze Pop was marketed to kids in Singapore using a voice that repeatedly says, "lick it, suck it." Maybe they're just not as cynical as we are over there? And, uh, maybe over there penises work differently?
If so, then what's our excuse for...
Rabu, 17 April 2013
Sell The Daughter for Prostitute
Thai mum jailed for prostituting daughter
A Thai prostitute who sold her daughter for sex for seven years, from the age of nine, has become the first person in Australia to be jailed for child trafficking.
In sentencing the 41-year-old woman to nine years' jail, Brisbane Supreme Court Justice David Boddice slammed her behaviour as the "horrendous" exploitation of an innocent child who was simply trying to please her mother.
"This behaviour was particularly shocking, despicable and reprehensible as it was undertaken by a parent for financial profit ... with no regard for common decency," he said.
The court heard on Tuesday that the abuse started when the child visited her mother on a holiday to Australia in 2004.
Prosecutor Todd Fuller SC said the woman brought the child permanently to Brisbane when she turned 11, making her a partner in the business.
Mr Fuller said the woman encouraged the child to perform a wide range of sexual services and threatened her with violence if she refused.
The woman told the daughter to exploit her clients - who paid her handsomely for services - for additional gifts and possible marriage.
"She regarded her daughter's virginity as a commodity that she could sell," Mr Fuller said.
The offending was discovered in 2011 when the girl complained to a family friend, who reported it to police.
The 41-year-old woman pleaded guilty to 20 charges, including child trafficking, procuring prostitution of a child, indecent treatment of a child and maintaining a sexual relationship with a child.
She will be eligible for parole after serving four years.
A Thai prostitute who sold her daughter for sex for seven years, from the age of nine, has become the first person in Australia to be jailed for child trafficking.
In sentencing the 41-year-old woman to nine years' jail, Brisbane Supreme Court Justice David Boddice slammed her behaviour as the "horrendous" exploitation of an innocent child who was simply trying to please her mother.
"This behaviour was particularly shocking, despicable and reprehensible as it was undertaken by a parent for financial profit ... with no regard for common decency," he said.
The court heard on Tuesday that the abuse started when the child visited her mother on a holiday to Australia in 2004.
Prosecutor Todd Fuller SC said the woman brought the child permanently to Brisbane when she turned 11, making her a partner in the business.
Mr Fuller said the woman encouraged the child to perform a wide range of sexual services and threatened her with violence if she refused.
The woman told the daughter to exploit her clients - who paid her handsomely for services - for additional gifts and possible marriage.
"She regarded her daughter's virginity as a commodity that she could sell," Mr Fuller said.
The offending was discovered in 2011 when the girl complained to a family friend, who reported it to police.
The 41-year-old woman pleaded guilty to 20 charges, including child trafficking, procuring prostitution of a child, indecent treatment of a child and maintaining a sexual relationship with a child.
She will be eligible for parole after serving four years.
Senin, 15 April 2013
Pubic Hair Girl
Hugh Jackman On Being Attacked By Sobbing Stalker's Pubic Hair-Filled Razor: "It Was Frightening"
On Saturday, Hollywood and Broadway dreamboat (and man's man!) Hugh Jackman was the victim of a truly bizarre attack at his West Village gym: A stalker threw an electric razor, apparently filled with pubic hair, at him. Yesterday, Jackman spoke to 1010 WINS, confirming, "It was frightening," and also expressed his concern for the disturbed woman, "Here’s a woman who obviously needs help so I just hope she gets the help she needs."
Jackman had been working out at his gym, Gotham Gym, at 600 Washington Street at 8 a.m. when Kathleen Thurston stormed in. She had asked him "We’re getting married, right?" outside the gym, but once inside, she said, “I love you!"
WCBS 2 reports, "Police said Jackman tried to defuse the situation with the stalker. He told Thurston not to touch him. But police said she followed crying and screaming. A gym employee grabbed Thurston, but not before she pulled an electric razor filled with hair out of her waistband and tossed it at Jackman."
Thurston, 47, told the police, “I hated him having those whiskers." (Jackman is working on his upcoming role in the next X-Men movie.) The Post says that Thurston had also approached Jackman's wife and daughter at his daughter's school last month, saying, "I am going to marry your husband."
It also turns out that Thurston, a California native who has three grown children, has been on probation for stalking Jackman in San Francisco (according to the Post, "Jackman took out a restraining order against Thurston after that, and Saturday’s arrest is a violation of that order, sources said"). Thurston told police, per the criminal complaint, "I was at his daughter’s school. I went to his gym this morning. I want to marry him. This is not against the law. It is not against the law to have two wives.... “I was very impressed with ‘X-Men 2,’ so I started e-mailing him." Thurston's 21-year-old daughter Kalianna spoke to the Post:
“The first time was last fall, I think. She got in trouble for hanging out outside of his apartment. They hospitalized her — I do know that — and then they sent her back here [to California],” Kalianna said.
She said her mom denied that the reason she was going to New York — most recently by bus — was to search for Jackman.
“About two months ago, my mom announced she was going back to New York. We got in a huge argument — I said, ‘You’re going back to stalk Hugh Jackman! ‘And she looked me dead in the eye and said, “You don’t know that,’” Kalianna recalled.
“My mother has a very high IQ and is very manipulative. But she is sick and she doesn’t listen to the doctors. She can go from being completely lucid to totally crazy in seconds.”
Jackman also told 1010 WINS, "I suppose for me, the primary concern is my family, obviously,"and his neighbors hope for the best for him, "They are very nice, him and his wife. They’re just really nice. I can’t say enough.”
Kathleen Thurston
On Saturday, Hollywood and Broadway dreamboat (and man's man!) Hugh Jackman was the victim of a truly bizarre attack at his West Village gym: A stalker threw an electric razor, apparently filled with pubic hair, at him. Yesterday, Jackman spoke to 1010 WINS, confirming, "It was frightening," and also expressed his concern for the disturbed woman, "Here’s a woman who obviously needs help so I just hope she gets the help she needs."
Jackman had been working out at his gym, Gotham Gym, at 600 Washington Street at 8 a.m. when Kathleen Thurston stormed in. She had asked him "We’re getting married, right?" outside the gym, but once inside, she said, “I love you!"
WCBS 2 reports, "Police said Jackman tried to defuse the situation with the stalker. He told Thurston not to touch him. But police said she followed crying and screaming. A gym employee grabbed Thurston, but not before she pulled an electric razor filled with hair out of her waistband and tossed it at Jackman."
Thurston, 47, told the police, “I hated him having those whiskers." (Jackman is working on his upcoming role in the next X-Men movie.) The Post says that Thurston had also approached Jackman's wife and daughter at his daughter's school last month, saying, "I am going to marry your husband."
It also turns out that Thurston, a California native who has three grown children, has been on probation for stalking Jackman in San Francisco (according to the Post, "Jackman took out a restraining order against Thurston after that, and Saturday’s arrest is a violation of that order, sources said"). Thurston told police, per the criminal complaint, "I was at his daughter’s school. I went to his gym this morning. I want to marry him. This is not against the law. It is not against the law to have two wives.... “I was very impressed with ‘X-Men 2,’ so I started e-mailing him." Thurston's 21-year-old daughter Kalianna spoke to the Post:
“The first time was last fall, I think. She got in trouble for hanging out outside of his apartment. They hospitalized her — I do know that — and then they sent her back here [to California],” Kalianna said.
She said her mom denied that the reason she was going to New York — most recently by bus — was to search for Jackman.
“About two months ago, my mom announced she was going back to New York. We got in a huge argument — I said, ‘You’re going back to stalk Hugh Jackman! ‘And she looked me dead in the eye and said, “You don’t know that,’” Kalianna recalled.
“My mother has a very high IQ and is very manipulative. But she is sick and she doesn’t listen to the doctors. She can go from being completely lucid to totally crazy in seconds.”
Jackman also told 1010 WINS, "I suppose for me, the primary concern is my family, obviously,"and his neighbors hope for the best for him, "They are very nice, him and his wife. They’re just really nice. I can’t say enough.”
The World's First Driving School for Homosexuals
Instructor opens first driving school for homosexuals after hearing about offensive jokes by other tutors
Learners complained about having to lie to previous instructors
Transgender learners faced questions on their gender from other instructors
Discreet car used with no markings to advertise LGBT friendly service
Karis Smith, who works as a driving instructor for the AA, runs 'The Gay Driving School', aimed at making the experience of learning to drive easier for the LGBT community
A lesbian businesswoman is helping homosexual learner drivers dodge old-school driving instructors by opening Britain's first ‘gay driving school.’
Karis Smith, 27, started Gay Driving School Manchester after friends complained about jokes being made by instructors about their sexuality when having lessons.
She said stories of instructors referring to pupils as ‘faggots’ or grilling transgender youngsters on whether they are a boy or a girl had left her horrified.
And she said some gay leaner drivers pretended to be heterosexual because they felt uncomfortable revealing their homosexuality to a stranger.
Now Miss Smith's solo business is creating a stir amongst Manchester's Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender community with her promise to make pupils feel ‘comfortable’ over their sexuality when behind the wheel of her Ford Focus.
On her website Miss Smith says: ‘Gay? Lesbian? Bisexual? TG/TS/TV? Looking for driving lessons with a friendly driving instructor in a comfortable learning environment? Then look no further! I am a young, female, gay driving instructor.
‘Learning to drive can be a daunting experience enough, without worrying about getting on with your instructor.
‘You will learn much better if you are relaxed, comfortable and most importantly yourself! I am fully committed to teaching you to be a safe, conscientious driver whilst achieving that all important pink driving license!’
Today Miss Smith, from Fallowfield, Manchester said: ‘The response I've had so far has been very positive.
‘I have heard a lot of horror stories about people's experiences with driving instructors, where they have had to explain their sexuality.
‘There have even been stories about transgender learners who have had to put up with jokes about their gender or questions about their looks.
‘As a pupil you'll spend 40 to 50 hours learning to drive in very close proximity to a total stranger.
‘Part of feeling at ease during your lessons is building a good rapport with your instructor - this is much easier when you can just be yourself.
‘A lot of gay people told me that they had strange experiences and it quickly became apparent that many of them said they'd never felt that comfortable with their instructors.
‘I've had a pupil come to me halfway through her training as her previous instructor shared many of his far-right political beliefs and extreme views on race, immigration and sexuality during conversations in the lessons that made her very uncomfortable.
‘I don't think we should live in a world where all LGBT people should only use services from other LGBT providers - but I do think it's important for people to have that option should they wish.
‘With this venture there is no need to explain yourself and its a lot more relaxed. You won't be met with a barrage of questions about your personal life.
‘I think the people who have appreciated it the most are those who are transgender. Getting behind the wheel for the first time is daunting enough without having to worry about how a driving instructor will treat you.’
The driving school, which is gay friendly and not gay only, is set up as an AA franchise and Karis said the fact that the Ford Focus car she uses looks discreet is a positive factor for pupils.
The former Manchester University student said all of her pupils, more than 50 so far, have passed their driving tests in three attempts or less.
Some of the complaints made to Karis were issues such as constantly having to use ‘non-gender’ pronouns when chatting with their instructor, mentioning their 'partner' rather than girlfriend or boyfriend.
Another complaint was having to lie about what they did for a living rather than admitting they worked in a bar in Manchester's Canal Street gay district.
Sarah McNally, from the Lesbian and Gay Foundation Manchester, said: ‘Unfortunately some people still face discrimination and homophobia in society today, so you should be able to feel more comfortable accessing LGBT specific spaces or services.’
Learners complained about having to lie to previous instructors
Transgender learners faced questions on their gender from other instructors
Discreet car used with no markings to advertise LGBT friendly service
A lesbian businesswoman is helping homosexual learner drivers dodge old-school driving instructors by opening Britain's first ‘gay driving school.’
Karis Smith, 27, started Gay Driving School Manchester after friends complained about jokes being made by instructors about their sexuality when having lessons.
She said stories of instructors referring to pupils as ‘faggots’ or grilling transgender youngsters on whether they are a boy or a girl had left her horrified.
And she said some gay leaner drivers pretended to be heterosexual because they felt uncomfortable revealing their homosexuality to a stranger.
Now Miss Smith's solo business is creating a stir amongst Manchester's Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender community with her promise to make pupils feel ‘comfortable’ over their sexuality when behind the wheel of her Ford Focus.
On her website Miss Smith says: ‘Gay? Lesbian? Bisexual? TG/TS/TV? Looking for driving lessons with a friendly driving instructor in a comfortable learning environment? Then look no further! I am a young, female, gay driving instructor.
‘Learning to drive can be a daunting experience enough, without worrying about getting on with your instructor.
‘You will learn much better if you are relaxed, comfortable and most importantly yourself! I am fully committed to teaching you to be a safe, conscientious driver whilst achieving that all important pink driving license!’
Today Miss Smith, from Fallowfield, Manchester said: ‘The response I've had so far has been very positive.
‘I have heard a lot of horror stories about people's experiences with driving instructors, where they have had to explain their sexuality.
‘There have even been stories about transgender learners who have had to put up with jokes about their gender or questions about their looks.
‘As a pupil you'll spend 40 to 50 hours learning to drive in very close proximity to a total stranger.
‘Part of feeling at ease during your lessons is building a good rapport with your instructor - this is much easier when you can just be yourself.
‘A lot of gay people told me that they had strange experiences and it quickly became apparent that many of them said they'd never felt that comfortable with their instructors.
‘I've had a pupil come to me halfway through her training as her previous instructor shared many of his far-right political beliefs and extreme views on race, immigration and sexuality during conversations in the lessons that made her very uncomfortable.
‘I don't think we should live in a world where all LGBT people should only use services from other LGBT providers - but I do think it's important for people to have that option should they wish.
‘With this venture there is no need to explain yourself and its a lot more relaxed. You won't be met with a barrage of questions about your personal life.
‘I think the people who have appreciated it the most are those who are transgender. Getting behind the wheel for the first time is daunting enough without having to worry about how a driving instructor will treat you.’
The driving school, which is gay friendly and not gay only, is set up as an AA franchise and Karis said the fact that the Ford Focus car she uses looks discreet is a positive factor for pupils.
The former Manchester University student said all of her pupils, more than 50 so far, have passed their driving tests in three attempts or less.
Some of the complaints made to Karis were issues such as constantly having to use ‘non-gender’ pronouns when chatting with their instructor, mentioning their 'partner' rather than girlfriend or boyfriend.
Another complaint was having to lie about what they did for a living rather than admitting they worked in a bar in Manchester's Canal Street gay district.
Sarah McNally, from the Lesbian and Gay Foundation Manchester, said: ‘Unfortunately some people still face discrimination and homophobia in society today, so you should be able to feel more comfortable accessing LGBT specific spaces or services.’
Vagina's Name Contest
Erotic magazine wants to rename the vagina
A Danish magazine has had enough of people calling their vagina ‘it’, ‘that thing’ or ‘downstairs’ and has started a contest in order to find a proper name
How's this for an offer? You could be the one to rename the Danish vagina
Cherry, cha cha, muffin and kitty are just some of the creative synonyms for the vagina, but the erotic magazine Tidens Kvinder, wants to come up with something better. The magazine thinks that it has become somewhat awkward and shameful to speak about woman’s genitals and has decided to give Denmark a chance to rename ‘her’.
In a contest running until May 1, people have the chance to suggest a new alternative word. The idea is to agree on a new term which will not be taboo and may even make its way into Danish dictionaries.
“We are looking for a more neutral word that sounds good and is not offensive or related to something forbidden. The female’s genitals are often associated with a taboo, porn or something sleazy – and we don’t think that is right,” the chief sub-editor of Tidens Kvinder, Helle Hartz, said on the website’s blog.
The most common Danish words which are generally found insulting include ‘fisse’, ‘kusse’, ‘fjappen’, ‘skræv’ and ‘dåsen’ (the can). At the lighter end of the spectrum are words like ‘missen’ (the kitty), ‘fi’, ‘hun’ (her) and ‘punani’. These slang words are mostly used among young people, so even though they may not be offensive, they might not be recognised terms by older generations. Another popular word is ‘tissekone’, which is a combination of the Danish words for ‘pee’ and ‘woman’, but it is considered a very childish word only used among small children. At last are the words ‘vagina’ and ‘skede’ which are the more clinical terms often used at school and the doctor’s office. Most Danish girls will remember turning bright red with shame when their mother would say ‘skede’, as this word is commonly used among older women. For some reason, ‘vagina’ has remained a very rare word in Denmark, so it is not very often used by anyone other than the doctor.
Despite all these words to choose from, many Danes have a problem finding the correct term that sounds mature and respectful while also being sexy and appealing and many of the available choices cause embarrassment.
Therefore Tidens Kvinder wants to come up with an ideal new word that can be used by everyone from children to elders without it being offensive or causing giggles. It should be possible, the magazine says, to use this new word in any context whether it being in the bedroom, at your grandparents' house or at the doctor's office.
Some of the suggestions so far count 'kufi', 'kuska', 'fidilut' and 'patatina' – although the last one, which means ‘little potato’ in Italian, was deemed inappropriate by the magazine.
If you think you can come up with a better word – preferably not a food – you would like Danes to use, then enter the competition here. There are prizes for the top three inventive and useful alternative suggestions. And who knows, maybe the winning choice will be taught at schools some day.
A Danish magazine has had enough of people calling their vagina ‘it’, ‘that thing’ or ‘downstairs’ and has started a contest in order to find a proper name
Cherry, cha cha, muffin and kitty are just some of the creative synonyms for the vagina, but the erotic magazine Tidens Kvinder, wants to come up with something better. The magazine thinks that it has become somewhat awkward and shameful to speak about woman’s genitals and has decided to give Denmark a chance to rename ‘her’.
In a contest running until May 1, people have the chance to suggest a new alternative word. The idea is to agree on a new term which will not be taboo and may even make its way into Danish dictionaries.
“We are looking for a more neutral word that sounds good and is not offensive or related to something forbidden. The female’s genitals are often associated with a taboo, porn or something sleazy – and we don’t think that is right,” the chief sub-editor of Tidens Kvinder, Helle Hartz, said on the website’s blog.
The most common Danish words which are generally found insulting include ‘fisse’, ‘kusse’, ‘fjappen’, ‘skræv’ and ‘dåsen’ (the can). At the lighter end of the spectrum are words like ‘missen’ (the kitty), ‘fi’, ‘hun’ (her) and ‘punani’. These slang words are mostly used among young people, so even though they may not be offensive, they might not be recognised terms by older generations. Another popular word is ‘tissekone’, which is a combination of the Danish words for ‘pee’ and ‘woman’, but it is considered a very childish word only used among small children. At last are the words ‘vagina’ and ‘skede’ which are the more clinical terms often used at school and the doctor’s office. Most Danish girls will remember turning bright red with shame when their mother would say ‘skede’, as this word is commonly used among older women. For some reason, ‘vagina’ has remained a very rare word in Denmark, so it is not very often used by anyone other than the doctor.
Despite all these words to choose from, many Danes have a problem finding the correct term that sounds mature and respectful while also being sexy and appealing and many of the available choices cause embarrassment.
Therefore Tidens Kvinder wants to come up with an ideal new word that can be used by everyone from children to elders without it being offensive or causing giggles. It should be possible, the magazine says, to use this new word in any context whether it being in the bedroom, at your grandparents' house or at the doctor's office.
Some of the suggestions so far count 'kufi', 'kuska', 'fidilut' and 'patatina' – although the last one, which means ‘little potato’ in Italian, was deemed inappropriate by the magazine.
If you think you can come up with a better word – preferably not a food – you would like Danes to use, then enter the competition here. There are prizes for the top three inventive and useful alternative suggestions. And who knows, maybe the winning choice will be taught at schools some day.
She Shows How She Puts On Bra and Drive !
Armless US woman shows how she puts on bra, drives car with her feet
Wardrobe challenge: Tisha demonstrates how she gets dressed using a small rod fitted with a fishing hook which allows her to pull clothing on to her body
A young woman born without arms, is inspiring hundreds of thousands of YouTube viewers with videos which demonstrate how she carries out a range of daily tasks using her feet.
From eating with chopsticks to applying makeup the 25-year-old American, who goes by the nickname Tisha UnArmed, reveals how she enjoys an independent lifestyle despite her disability.
She posted her first video titled 'Eating a sandwich with my feet' just three weeks ago, and she has since attracted more than 300,000 hits worldwide prompting her to launch a Twitter account and Facebook fan page.
Tisha explains that she was born with no arms, and instead she has little holes where her upper limbs should be. Her right leg is curved and also shorter than her left leg, by about eight inches, with her heel turned outwards.
She says there is no explanation for the defects, adding: 'My mother didn’t do any drugs, there was no explosion of chemicals, she didn’t dye her hair or anything.'
Despite doctors recommending a right leg amputation when she was a toddler, her mother refused pointing out that her daughter would then only be left with one limb.
Tisha said: 'My mum was like: ''What are you kidding me, she has no arms and you want to cut her right leg off? That's not right, she's only going to have one limb.''
Dissatisfied with shoe lifts, Tisha now has a specially designed prosthesis which was created to fit the shape of her right heel and foot.
To date Tisha, who lives alone with her dog Jack, has posted videos showing how she makes and eats a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, how she applies her makeup, how she takes a shower, how she gets dressed and how she drives her car.
Tisha says that getting dressed is one of the most time-consuming rituals, and that it's easier for her to wear simple items of clothing such as tees, lose trousers and dresses.
Holding a small rod with a fish hook attached to the end, between her toes and in her mouth she demonstrates how she puts on a bra, trousers and can even do up buttons using a few special moves.
She said: 'Getting dressed in the morning can be difficult when you don't have arms. If I decided to wear a button up shirt or tight pants it would take longer.
'A lot of what I wear has to do with how easy it is to get on. for example I can't wear skinny jeans, besides the fact that i just don't like they way they look they would be extremely hard to get on and off.'
To drive, Tisha uses an adapted car which has been fitted with a range of special devices including a left foot accelerator, a turn knob on the steering wheel and a voice command computer box which controls functions such as the turn signal and horn.
She steers with her right foot and uses her left foot to work the peddles, while special buttons in the headrest also allow her to activate the voice command computer box.
A young woman born without arms, is inspiring hundreds of thousands of YouTube viewers with videos which demonstrate how she carries out a range of daily tasks using her feet.
From eating with chopsticks to applying makeup the 25-year-old American, who goes by the nickname Tisha UnArmed, reveals how she enjoys an independent lifestyle despite her disability.
She posted her first video titled 'Eating a sandwich with my feet' just three weeks ago, and she has since attracted more than 300,000 hits worldwide prompting her to launch a Twitter account and Facebook fan page.
Tisha explains that she was born with no arms, and instead she has little holes where her upper limbs should be. Her right leg is curved and also shorter than her left leg, by about eight inches, with her heel turned outwards.
She says there is no explanation for the defects, adding: 'My mother didn’t do any drugs, there was no explosion of chemicals, she didn’t dye her hair or anything.'
Despite doctors recommending a right leg amputation when she was a toddler, her mother refused pointing out that her daughter would then only be left with one limb.
Tisha said: 'My mum was like: ''What are you kidding me, she has no arms and you want to cut her right leg off? That's not right, she's only going to have one limb.''
Dissatisfied with shoe lifts, Tisha now has a specially designed prosthesis which was created to fit the shape of her right heel and foot.
To date Tisha, who lives alone with her dog Jack, has posted videos showing how she makes and eats a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, how she applies her makeup, how she takes a shower, how she gets dressed and how she drives her car.
Tisha says that getting dressed is one of the most time-consuming rituals, and that it's easier for her to wear simple items of clothing such as tees, lose trousers and dresses.
Holding a small rod with a fish hook attached to the end, between her toes and in her mouth she demonstrates how she puts on a bra, trousers and can even do up buttons using a few special moves.
She said: 'Getting dressed in the morning can be difficult when you don't have arms. If I decided to wear a button up shirt or tight pants it would take longer.
'A lot of what I wear has to do with how easy it is to get on. for example I can't wear skinny jeans, besides the fact that i just don't like they way they look they would be extremely hard to get on and off.'
To drive, Tisha uses an adapted car which has been fitted with a range of special devices including a left foot accelerator, a turn knob on the steering wheel and a voice command computer box which controls functions such as the turn signal and horn.
She steers with her right foot and uses her left foot to work the peddles, while special buttons in the headrest also allow her to activate the voice command computer box.
The Devil On Earth - Mysterious Horned Man
7 Horned Man
Man with horns initially hard to believe, but many cases in different parts of the world. Some people, mostly elderly grow horns on their heads, even in other parts.
There are at least seven people grow horns. Mostly in China. Health experts are still investigating the growth of horns on the head man. Who are the people with horns on their heads? Here's his review.
1. Yuan Fan
A grandfather named Yuan Fan of City Ziyuan, southern China, the talk of the medical world. He has a strange horn measuring seven centimeters. The man is 84 years tells horns on his head began to grow from five years ago until now. "I tried to cut it but it continues to grow. I can not change, the greater," he said
Fortunately it can not grow horns over seven inches. The doctors in China do not know what happened to him.
2. Ma Zhong Nan
In 2007 my grandfather from China named Ma Zhong Nan became one of the horns in the world. From head 93 year old man was sticking a small object like a horn. Previous Nan middle comb my hair and was wounded in the head. At first he did not care about the little wound but over time a hard substance coming out of her head.
Nan has a horn with a length of 10 centimeters. He had tried to go to the doctor, but the medics said could not be helped.
3. Granny Zhao
Still in 2007 the China Yang Cheng reported seeing a grandmother to travel from the city of Zhanjiang. How surprised that women 95 years it has horns on his forehead.
Curved horns like the pumpkin stem up to 15 centimeters in length. My grandmother was named Zhao said the mole, but in fact it grows longer.
4. Saleh Talib
Yemeni Saleh Talib admitted horns growing from his dream. Men's 102 years felt there was something strange in the head. Turns out he has a horn and when she woke up little by little dream come true. He was considered a gift from God.
Despite claims uncomfortable, Saleh refused the gift of God is removed, according to doctors from hospitals, horn man is due to a layer of hard skin on the head. Horn has now been over 12 centimeters.
5. Abdul Razak
Maybe this man most have horns on the head even under their lips. Abdul Razak is a retired police officer from the City Narasimharajapura, India, has been living with some horns on the back of his head, for over 20 years.
Actually this man was born to normal despite aneg growth in her head. But after retirement, antlers begin to grow.
In 2008, a horn Razak, like long fingers, a doctor from the local hospital said the case is very rare. Sometimes it happens because of the fat in the skin.
6. Unicorn Lady
O An unnamed woman allegedly from Russia has horns out of his head. Horn length is up to 17 centimeters. Many people call Women Unicorn.
Initially she had a lump. For some reason it can not be cured lumps out circular horn.
7. Zang Ruifang
Zhan horrendous world Ruifang from China because it has a horn on the left forehead. This is similar to horns goat horns. About six inches in length and can grow again.
101-year-old woman was also felt his right brow horns would grow anyway. Note the black dots on his right forehead. When fully grown the Ruifang became the first woman with animal horn perfectly
Man with horns initially hard to believe, but many cases in different parts of the world. Some people, mostly elderly grow horns on their heads, even in other parts.
There are at least seven people grow horns. Mostly in China. Health experts are still investigating the growth of horns on the head man. Who are the people with horns on their heads? Here's his review.
A grandfather named Yuan Fan of City Ziyuan, southern China, the talk of the medical world. He has a strange horn measuring seven centimeters. The man is 84 years tells horns on his head began to grow from five years ago until now. "I tried to cut it but it continues to grow. I can not change, the greater," he said
Fortunately it can not grow horns over seven inches. The doctors in China do not know what happened to him.
In 2007 my grandfather from China named Ma Zhong Nan became one of the horns in the world. From head 93 year old man was sticking a small object like a horn. Previous Nan middle comb my hair and was wounded in the head. At first he did not care about the little wound but over time a hard substance coming out of her head.
Nan has a horn with a length of 10 centimeters. He had tried to go to the doctor, but the medics said could not be helped.
Still in 2007 the China Yang Cheng reported seeing a grandmother to travel from the city of Zhanjiang. How surprised that women 95 years it has horns on his forehead.
Curved horns like the pumpkin stem up to 15 centimeters in length. My grandmother was named Zhao said the mole, but in fact it grows longer.
Yemeni Saleh Talib admitted horns growing from his dream. Men's 102 years felt there was something strange in the head. Turns out he has a horn and when she woke up little by little dream come true. He was considered a gift from God.
Despite claims uncomfortable, Saleh refused the gift of God is removed, according to doctors from hospitals, horn man is due to a layer of hard skin on the head. Horn has now been over 12 centimeters.
Maybe this man most have horns on the head even under their lips. Abdul Razak is a retired police officer from the City Narasimharajapura, India, has been living with some horns on the back of his head, for over 20 years.
Actually this man was born to normal despite aneg growth in her head. But after retirement, antlers begin to grow.
In 2008, a horn Razak, like long fingers, a doctor from the local hospital said the case is very rare. Sometimes it happens because of the fat in the skin.
O An unnamed woman allegedly from Russia has horns out of his head. Horn length is up to 17 centimeters. Many people call Women Unicorn.
Initially she had a lump. For some reason it can not be cured lumps out circular horn.
Zhan horrendous world Ruifang from China because it has a horn on the left forehead. This is similar to horns goat horns. About six inches in length and can grow again.
101-year-old woman was also felt his right brow horns would grow anyway. Note the black dots on his right forehead. When fully grown the Ruifang became the first woman with animal horn perfectly
Minggu, 14 April 2013
What The Fuck Tourism Promotion Ads
'WTF' Sticker Campagin Promoting Tourism To Fruita, Colo. Dropped Due To Opposition From Residents, Council Members
In an attempt to encourage tourism to the Colorado city of Fruita, a new sticker campaign was launched using the acronym WTF, which in this case means, "Welcome To Fruita." The WTF stickers were distributed to about 500 businesses, and despite their popularity with some residents, the new campaign will not be used due to opposition from the City Council, The Associated Press reports.
According to The Daily Sentinel, the sticker campaign was the brainchild of Steve and Denise Hight who quietly circulated the stickers which read "WTF" in bold lettering and "Welcome To Fruita" in smaller lettering below, to local businesses. Within days, all of the distributed stickers had been eagerly picked up by customers and stuck to car bumpers. The Hights even placed an order for 1,500 more stickers, but due to some "overwhelmingly dismayed residents" a majority of council members have voted to not use the "WTF" campaign in any city-funded tourism advertising.
The campaign had the support of some Fruita residents as well as City Manager Clint Kinney who wanted to post the ads, but the more traditional city council did not think the stickers represented the city appropriately, CBS4 reports.
The WTF slogan was being considered by the city for a large-scale tourism ad campaign that would have run on bumper stickers, billboards and in magazines along with a "Hell Yeah" alternative ad in order to attract younger tourists to the area, according to Fruita.org.
The Hights plan on giving away the last of the 1,500 bumper stickers and don't plan on printing any further stickers.
In an attempt to encourage tourism to the Colorado city of Fruita, a new sticker campaign was launched using the acronym WTF, which in this case means, "Welcome To Fruita." The WTF stickers were distributed to about 500 businesses, and despite their popularity with some residents, the new campaign will not be used due to opposition from the City Council, The Associated Press reports.
According to The Daily Sentinel, the sticker campaign was the brainchild of Steve and Denise Hight who quietly circulated the stickers which read "WTF" in bold lettering and "Welcome To Fruita" in smaller lettering below, to local businesses. Within days, all of the distributed stickers had been eagerly picked up by customers and stuck to car bumpers. The Hights even placed an order for 1,500 more stickers, but due to some "overwhelmingly dismayed residents" a majority of council members have voted to not use the "WTF" campaign in any city-funded tourism advertising.
The campaign had the support of some Fruita residents as well as City Manager Clint Kinney who wanted to post the ads, but the more traditional city council did not think the stickers represented the city appropriately, CBS4 reports.
The WTF slogan was being considered by the city for a large-scale tourism ad campaign that would have run on bumper stickers, billboards and in magazines along with a "Hell Yeah" alternative ad in order to attract younger tourists to the area, according to Fruita.org.
The Hights plan on giving away the last of the 1,500 bumper stickers and don't plan on printing any further stickers.
Sabtu, 13 April 2013
Robbers Caught By Footprint
Wyoming Robbery Suspects Caught By Police Following Snow Footprint
RIVERTON, Wyo. -- Three men have been accused of stealing items that include a samurai sword – but according to central Wyoming police the suspects weren't exactly ninjas.
Authorities in Riverton say they tracked the men down by simply following a series of footprints in the snow leading away from a home where the robbery was reported.
Police Capt. Eric Murphy tells The Riverton Ranger that the tracks led investigators from the victim's house straight to another house where authorities found three men in their 20s "digging through" stolen property that included several other types of swords.
Police say they also found marijuana and drug paraphernalia in the home late Monday night. They say the suspects were arrested and face various robbery and drug charges.
Authorities in Riverton say they tracked the men down by simply following a series of footprints in the snow leading away from a home where the robbery was reported.
Police Capt. Eric Murphy tells The Riverton Ranger that the tracks led investigators from the victim's house straight to another house where authorities found three men in their 20s "digging through" stolen property that included several other types of swords.
Police say they also found marijuana and drug paraphernalia in the home late Monday night. They say the suspects were arrested and face various robbery and drug charges.
Selasa, 09 April 2013
Cat Hired As Security Guard
Russia’s Museum Cats
Winding beneath the magnificent halls of St. Petersburg’s Hermitage Museum, with its Da Vincis, diamonds, Greek statuary, Egyptian parchments, enormous number of paintings, mechanical peacock clock, and other treasures, there is a catacomb of cellars. It was into this windowless nether region—far below the Winter Palace’s expansive view of the waters of the Neva—that Maria Haltunen and I had cautiously descended. As I followed her through a narrow, imperfectly-lit corridor, full of large pipes and jutting wires, Haltunen gasped. “Look!” she said.
In the semi-darkness, a little being had appeared. He perched, a foot-tall shadow, on a water pipe.
“Oh, you are a fat one!” said Haltunen, jangling the chain of her I.D. pass like a talisman as she approached the pointy-eared creature. “How nice you are!”
The cat sat, perfectly still. Then he vanished.
“Some of them like to be around people,” said Haltunen, who has been the personal assistant to the museum’s director for the last eighteen years and, in addition to her regular duties, also serves as the museum’s semi-official Press Secretary to the Cats. She peered behind the pipes to see where the creature had gone, but found only a blanket, tucked against the wall, and a bowl. “Some of them prefer to be by themselves.”
Once a motley crew of frightened strays hiding, half-starving, in the palace’s basement, the Hermitage’s cats are now a well-loved, well-fed part of the museum’s family. Some seventy former street cats live at the Hermitage, where, thanks largely to Haltunen’s efforts, they have their very own underground cat infirmary and three full-time volunteers to care for them.
Underground, in their domain, there were signs of them—tiger-striped cat beds, bright pink and blue plastic bowls, places where the heating system’s pipes had been covered in soft, flowered material so that the cats could nest there. Now and then, a pair of bright eyes glanced out from a shaft; in a fenced-off corner, beneath blue and red water pipes, sprawled a little black kitten with white paws. As we passed, he jumped up, sprightly, and sidled out of the off-limits area.
“Our director is always saying they are the spirit of the place,” said Haltunen. “The museum’s genius loci.”
It wasn’t always this way. Fifteen years ago, Haltunen came upon the cats, sheltering in beleaguered prides in the museum’s heating system. Troubled by the animals’ plight, she and a colleague started feeding them, donning maintenance uniforms and lugging leftovers from the cantina to do the rounds of the extensive basements each day after work. “It was awful, after working all day, to put on ugly clothes, to carry stinky beans through these dark basements,” said the diminutive Haltunen, who, with her large, bright eyes and button nose is not entirely un-catlike, herself. “But if you start, you can’t stop.”
Then, they decided to organize. They took up a collection—“A rouble for a cat”—and used it to buy food. Newspaper articles appeared. People became interested. The museum’s director gave them permission to use some little rooms in the basement to keep ill and elderly cats, and hooked up running water. “You know how it is,” said Haltunen, “You see a problem, and then you have to do something.”
In theory, the cats now form a fanged, clawed army with one goal: to catch and kill mice who might want to chew on the artworks. In practice, “they are fat and lazy,” said Haltunen, with evident pride. (A security guard once took a picture of one looking on, in astonishment, as a rat drank from his bowl of milk.) Still, according to Haltunen, when an exterminator came, they found fewer rat corpses afterwards than usual. She says that the mere presence of the cats, their bodies and smells, serves as a deterrent.
There have been cats in the palace since Peter the Great’s daughter, Empress Elizabeth, issued a decree, in 1745, that the biggest cats, capable of catching mice, be sent immediately from Kazan to the court of her imperial majesty. Catherine the Great is thought to have favored Russian Blues as indoor palace cats; under the last Czar, the royal family’s pet cats, who were left behind in the palace, fared better than the dogs, who were taken along to Yekaterinburg with the family to their deaths. During the three-year siege of Leningrad, all of the animals in the city died—except for the rats, said to have been so numerous as to form a gray, moving mass in the streets. When the blockade was lifted, Haltunen said, as we continued our walk beneath the museum, Russians sent their cats to the city to help fight the vermin.
Stepping into the little cat hospital, a cozy, cluttered space that the oldest and sickest cats call home, Haltunen greeted Irina Popovetz, one of the volunteers who looks after the cats. Then she greeted Kusya (“Oh, this one has no tail!”), Jacqueline (“Look how fat we are!”), Sofiko (“You are very old!), and Assol, a tabby named for an impoverished literary heroine who waited at the seaside for a man sailing a ship with scarlet sails to come for her.
Taking a seat in the warm, pungent room and stroking Sofiko, she explained that, thanks to in part to donations from the German society Pro Animale and the pet-food company Purina, there is now an official Hermitage “cat account”—which always in the black. However, the cats are not just charity cases: last year marked the first official “Catfest,” in which all the entries for a contest for the best cat painting (there were nearly three hundred, mostly submitted by children) were exhibited for a day in the basement. For the second annual Catfest, held this spring, a scavenger hunt for children in the museum led to the museum’s only cat mummy, put on display that day only. Catfest was so popular that there is talk of extending it to two days next year. “We were astonished,” said Haltunen. “Crowds come to our dirty basement! It is really popular.”
The cats themselves, who are no longer afraid of people, have a positive effect on staff morale, she said. “People here become kinder, because they have the possibility to show this kindness,” said Haltunen, as we made our way back outside, where an orange cat was asleep in the sun beneath a classical statue. “It is very good when you have the possibility to show your best qualities.”
While cats are not allowed in the galleries or in the museum director’s wing, the people-loving felines have free rein in the former apartments of the ladies-in-waiting, where staff offices are now located. In the deputy of security’s office, “Little Hooligan,” a kitten abandoned in the countryside, where a security worker saved her from being used to train someone’s dog, was drinking milk under the Xerox machine. Frida, a black cat found in the garbage, posed on top of the bookshelf like a nineteenth-century Parisian lithograph, though—according to the photographic evidence that was immediately produced—she still likes to sleep in plastic bags. Niko, who looks like a mini-tigress, was fast asleep on a desk, with her tongue out (the desk’s putative owner assured us that this was no problem: grabbing hold of the sleeping cat’s long, bushy tail, the woman said that whenever she needed to sign anything, she just dips the tip in ink).
“People from Western countries, they say unfortunately they cannot permit cats in their offices,” said Haltunen, looking around, contentedly. “We are very lucky here.”
Winding beneath the magnificent halls of St. Petersburg’s Hermitage Museum, with its Da Vincis, diamonds, Greek statuary, Egyptian parchments, enormous number of paintings, mechanical peacock clock, and other treasures, there is a catacomb of cellars. It was into this windowless nether region—far below the Winter Palace’s expansive view of the waters of the Neva—that Maria Haltunen and I had cautiously descended. As I followed her through a narrow, imperfectly-lit corridor, full of large pipes and jutting wires, Haltunen gasped. “Look!” she said.
In the semi-darkness, a little being had appeared. He perched, a foot-tall shadow, on a water pipe.
“Oh, you are a fat one!” said Haltunen, jangling the chain of her I.D. pass like a talisman as she approached the pointy-eared creature. “How nice you are!”
The cat sat, perfectly still. Then he vanished.
“Some of them like to be around people,” said Haltunen, who has been the personal assistant to the museum’s director for the last eighteen years and, in addition to her regular duties, also serves as the museum’s semi-official Press Secretary to the Cats. She peered behind the pipes to see where the creature had gone, but found only a blanket, tucked against the wall, and a bowl. “Some of them prefer to be by themselves.”
Once a motley crew of frightened strays hiding, half-starving, in the palace’s basement, the Hermitage’s cats are now a well-loved, well-fed part of the museum’s family. Some seventy former street cats live at the Hermitage, where, thanks largely to Haltunen’s efforts, they have their very own underground cat infirmary and three full-time volunteers to care for them.
Underground, in their domain, there were signs of them—tiger-striped cat beds, bright pink and blue plastic bowls, places where the heating system’s pipes had been covered in soft, flowered material so that the cats could nest there. Now and then, a pair of bright eyes glanced out from a shaft; in a fenced-off corner, beneath blue and red water pipes, sprawled a little black kitten with white paws. As we passed, he jumped up, sprightly, and sidled out of the off-limits area.
“Our director is always saying they are the spirit of the place,” said Haltunen. “The museum’s genius loci.”
It wasn’t always this way. Fifteen years ago, Haltunen came upon the cats, sheltering in beleaguered prides in the museum’s heating system. Troubled by the animals’ plight, she and a colleague started feeding them, donning maintenance uniforms and lugging leftovers from the cantina to do the rounds of the extensive basements each day after work. “It was awful, after working all day, to put on ugly clothes, to carry stinky beans through these dark basements,” said the diminutive Haltunen, who, with her large, bright eyes and button nose is not entirely un-catlike, herself. “But if you start, you can’t stop.”
Then, they decided to organize. They took up a collection—“A rouble for a cat”—and used it to buy food. Newspaper articles appeared. People became interested. The museum’s director gave them permission to use some little rooms in the basement to keep ill and elderly cats, and hooked up running water. “You know how it is,” said Haltunen, “You see a problem, and then you have to do something.”
In theory, the cats now form a fanged, clawed army with one goal: to catch and kill mice who might want to chew on the artworks. In practice, “they are fat and lazy,” said Haltunen, with evident pride. (A security guard once took a picture of one looking on, in astonishment, as a rat drank from his bowl of milk.) Still, according to Haltunen, when an exterminator came, they found fewer rat corpses afterwards than usual. She says that the mere presence of the cats, their bodies and smells, serves as a deterrent.
There have been cats in the palace since Peter the Great’s daughter, Empress Elizabeth, issued a decree, in 1745, that the biggest cats, capable of catching mice, be sent immediately from Kazan to the court of her imperial majesty. Catherine the Great is thought to have favored Russian Blues as indoor palace cats; under the last Czar, the royal family’s pet cats, who were left behind in the palace, fared better than the dogs, who were taken along to Yekaterinburg with the family to their deaths. During the three-year siege of Leningrad, all of the animals in the city died—except for the rats, said to have been so numerous as to form a gray, moving mass in the streets. When the blockade was lifted, Haltunen said, as we continued our walk beneath the museum, Russians sent their cats to the city to help fight the vermin.
Stepping into the little cat hospital, a cozy, cluttered space that the oldest and sickest cats call home, Haltunen greeted Irina Popovetz, one of the volunteers who looks after the cats. Then she greeted Kusya (“Oh, this one has no tail!”), Jacqueline (“Look how fat we are!”), Sofiko (“You are very old!), and Assol, a tabby named for an impoverished literary heroine who waited at the seaside for a man sailing a ship with scarlet sails to come for her.
Taking a seat in the warm, pungent room and stroking Sofiko, she explained that, thanks to in part to donations from the German society Pro Animale and the pet-food company Purina, there is now an official Hermitage “cat account”—which always in the black. However, the cats are not just charity cases: last year marked the first official “Catfest,” in which all the entries for a contest for the best cat painting (there were nearly three hundred, mostly submitted by children) were exhibited for a day in the basement. For the second annual Catfest, held this spring, a scavenger hunt for children in the museum led to the museum’s only cat mummy, put on display that day only. Catfest was so popular that there is talk of extending it to two days next year. “We were astonished,” said Haltunen. “Crowds come to our dirty basement! It is really popular.”
The cats themselves, who are no longer afraid of people, have a positive effect on staff morale, she said. “People here become kinder, because they have the possibility to show this kindness,” said Haltunen, as we made our way back outside, where an orange cat was asleep in the sun beneath a classical statue. “It is very good when you have the possibility to show your best qualities.”
While cats are not allowed in the galleries or in the museum director’s wing, the people-loving felines have free rein in the former apartments of the ladies-in-waiting, where staff offices are now located. In the deputy of security’s office, “Little Hooligan,” a kitten abandoned in the countryside, where a security worker saved her from being used to train someone’s dog, was drinking milk under the Xerox machine. Frida, a black cat found in the garbage, posed on top of the bookshelf like a nineteenth-century Parisian lithograph, though—according to the photographic evidence that was immediately produced—she still likes to sleep in plastic bags. Niko, who looks like a mini-tigress, was fast asleep on a desk, with her tongue out (the desk’s putative owner assured us that this was no problem: grabbing hold of the sleeping cat’s long, bushy tail, the woman said that whenever she needed to sign anything, she just dips the tip in ink).
“People from Western countries, they say unfortunately they cannot permit cats in their offices,” said Haltunen, looking around, contentedly. “We are very lucky here.”
Minggu, 07 April 2013
Sex on Stage
Couple had sex on stage during concert
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A Norwegian couple face court action after they stripped off and had sex on stage during a rock concert.
Tommy Hol Ellingsen, 28, and his girlfriend Leona Johansson, 21, say they did it to help save the rain forest.
Police fined the couple £850 each but are refusing to pay and now face a full court case, reports Aftenposten.
Ellingsen and Johansson are members of an organisation called F*** for Forest which is dedicated to having sex in public to save the environment.
Their latest stunt came in the middle of a concert by Kristopher Schau and his band Cumshots at the Quart music festival in Norway.
After the couple walked on stage, Ellingsen asked the audience: "How far are you willing to go to save the world?"
He and Johansson then took off their clothes and began their enthusiastic performance as the band carried on playing around them.
The couple previously raised about £10,000 by haviung sponsored sex in public but couldn't find an organisation prepared to take the money.
However, the conventional green movement is less than enamoured with their tactics.
"I can not see that this helps the work for the rainforest," said Lars Løvold, head of the Rainforest Foundation Norway."
Fuck for forest
Fuck for forest, or FFF, is a non-profit environmental organisation founded in 2004 in Norway by Leona Johansson and Tommy Hol Ellingsen, which raises money for rescuing the world's rainforests by producing pornographic material or having sex in public.
History
In its first year of existence,the organisation's website netted over $100,000 for rain forest protection through the sale of paid memberships. In their first six months of existence the group received seed funding from the government of Norway. They are the world's first eco-porn organization. However, the organisation's unorthodox methods have made it difficult to distribute the money it makes. The Norwegian chapter of the Rainforest Foundation Fund as well as the WWF both in the Netherlands and in Norway have refused to accept donations from FFF. As a result, Fuck for Forest is working on a project to work directly with indigenous communities in Costa Rica and the Brazilian Amazon rainforest.
Controversy
The group gained notoriety when two of its members had sexual intercourse on stage during a 2004 Quart Festival concert featuring Norwegian singer Kristopher Schau and his band The Cumshots, after delivering a brief talk on the impact humans have on forests. The group then faced legal action as a result (including a fine imposed on the group after its male member dropped his pants in a Kristiansand, Norway, courtroom), and consequently moved its headquarters to Berlin, Germany.
On 2 June, 2011, Fuck for Forest were covered in Dagbladet when some members of the group simulated intercourse in Oslo Cathedral during Mass. The leader of Oslo Bishopry told Dagbladet that the stunt "makes him sad on behalf of those who did it."
In popular culture
The 2006 documentary film Fuck was released during the Cannes Film Festival (though not as a part of the festival). The poster for the film showed FFF onstage during the Quart Festival incident. The film sought to explore artists who experiment with modes of expression that challenge.
A feature-length cinema documentary entitled Fuck for Forest was released in 2012. The film, directed by Michał Marczak, is a narrative-driven story that loosely revolves around the group's environmental projects, but focuses on subjects like sexuality, contemporary lifestyles, western morals and cultural variants of human perception.
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A Norwegian couple face court action after they stripped off and had sex on stage during a rock concert.
Tommy Hol Ellingsen, 28, and his girlfriend Leona Johansson, 21, say they did it to help save the rain forest.
Police fined the couple £850 each but are refusing to pay and now face a full court case, reports Aftenposten.
Ellingsen and Johansson are members of an organisation called F*** for Forest which is dedicated to having sex in public to save the environment.
Their latest stunt came in the middle of a concert by Kristopher Schau and his band Cumshots at the Quart music festival in Norway.
After the couple walked on stage, Ellingsen asked the audience: "How far are you willing to go to save the world?"
He and Johansson then took off their clothes and began their enthusiastic performance as the band carried on playing around them.
The couple previously raised about £10,000 by haviung sponsored sex in public but couldn't find an organisation prepared to take the money.
However, the conventional green movement is less than enamoured with their tactics.
"I can not see that this helps the work for the rainforest," said Lars Løvold, head of the Rainforest Foundation Norway."
Fuck for forest
Fuck for forest, or FFF, is a non-profit environmental organisation founded in 2004 in Norway by Leona Johansson and Tommy Hol Ellingsen, which raises money for rescuing the world's rainforests by producing pornographic material or having sex in public.
History
In its first year of existence,the organisation's website netted over $100,000 for rain forest protection through the sale of paid memberships. In their first six months of existence the group received seed funding from the government of Norway. They are the world's first eco-porn organization. However, the organisation's unorthodox methods have made it difficult to distribute the money it makes. The Norwegian chapter of the Rainforest Foundation Fund as well as the WWF both in the Netherlands and in Norway have refused to accept donations from FFF. As a result, Fuck for Forest is working on a project to work directly with indigenous communities in Costa Rica and the Brazilian Amazon rainforest.
Controversy
The group gained notoriety when two of its members had sexual intercourse on stage during a 2004 Quart Festival concert featuring Norwegian singer Kristopher Schau and his band The Cumshots, after delivering a brief talk on the impact humans have on forests. The group then faced legal action as a result (including a fine imposed on the group after its male member dropped his pants in a Kristiansand, Norway, courtroom), and consequently moved its headquarters to Berlin, Germany.
On 2 June, 2011, Fuck for Forest were covered in Dagbladet when some members of the group simulated intercourse in Oslo Cathedral during Mass. The leader of Oslo Bishopry told Dagbladet that the stunt "makes him sad on behalf of those who did it."
In popular culture
The 2006 documentary film Fuck was released during the Cannes Film Festival (though not as a part of the festival). The poster for the film showed FFF onstage during the Quart Festival incident. The film sought to explore artists who experiment with modes of expression that challenge.
A feature-length cinema documentary entitled Fuck for Forest was released in 2012. The film, directed by Michał Marczak, is a narrative-driven story that loosely revolves around the group's environmental projects, but focuses on subjects like sexuality, contemporary lifestyles, western morals and cultural variants of human perception.
Help This Japanese Porn Actress Needs Sperm - Urgent!
Uta Kohaku, Japanese Porn Actress, Gets 100 Bottles Of Semen From Fans
A Japanese porn actress has at least 100 fans that would give their lives to her. Well, at least help her give life to another.
As part of an upcoming erotic opus tentatively titled "Semen Collection 2," Uta Kohaku asked her fans on Twitter to donate to the cause by sending in bottles of their own male bodily fluids for inclusion in the film, according to the Brazilian website, Odia.ig.com.br.
The actress received more than 100 bottles of sperm-filled plastic bottles in a 10-day period, each featuring the name of the dirty donator, DigitalJournal.com reported.
Kohaku appreciated the randy response to her request and, according to RocketNews24.com, promised her fans: "I will care for them as if it were my own child.”
Shooting for the film commenced Dec. 20 and there is no word on whether it will be released in the U.S. or what Kohaku will do with the donations after all the shooting is completed.
A Japanese porn actress has at least 100 fans that would give their lives to her. Well, at least help her give life to another.
As part of an upcoming erotic opus tentatively titled "Semen Collection 2," Uta Kohaku asked her fans on Twitter to donate to the cause by sending in bottles of their own male bodily fluids for inclusion in the film, according to the Brazilian website, Odia.ig.com.br.
The actress received more than 100 bottles of sperm-filled plastic bottles in a 10-day period, each featuring the name of the dirty donator, DigitalJournal.com reported.
Kohaku appreciated the randy response to her request and, according to RocketNews24.com, promised her fans: "I will care for them as if it were my own child.”
Shooting for the film commenced Dec. 20 and there is no word on whether it will be released in the U.S. or what Kohaku will do with the donations after all the shooting is completed.
Minggu, 31 Maret 2013
How They Teach Oral Sex
"I'm Mr. Bucket, Balls Pop Out of My Mouth"
You can't blame the toy designers for this one. But somewhere, a disgruntled former jingle writer is still laughing about the time he was having a shitty day at work and just to be an ass he wrote this jingle:
I'm Mr. Bucket, toss your balls in my top
I'm Mr. Bucket, out of my mouth they will pop
I'm Mr. Bucket, we're all gonna run
I'm Mr. Bucket, buckets of fun!
I'm Mr. Bucket, balls pop out of my mouth
I'm Mr. Bucket, a ball is what I'm about
I'm Mr. Bucket, we're all gonna run
I'm Mr. Bucket, buckets of fun!
I'm Mr. Bucket, toss your balls in my top
I'm Mr. Bucket, out of my mouth they will pop
I'm Mr. Bucket, we're all gonna run
I'm Mr. Bucket, buckets of fun!
I'm Mr. Bucket, balls pop out of my mouth
I'm Mr. Bucket, a ball is what I'm about
I'm Mr. Bucket, we're all gonna run
I'm Mr. Bucket, buckets of fun!
Sperm Attack
Ah, that doesn't look too bad. Some kind of squirt gun, right? Well, here's a picture of what it looks like to be shot by The Oozinator...
Kitchen Tool Utensils Vibrators
The rather simple design of the vibrator itself is left in the dust by its opulently-decorated box, covered with iceberg, polar bear cubs, and a lady in her nightgown. Info on the box is provided in English, French, and Spanish!
More weight loss claims, featuring a vibrating rubber suction cup and an easy-to-use hand strap.
Grandmother used a rolling pin for baking, and perhaps for much more! Deco-designed with Bakelite handles and a heating function in addition to vibration.
By the late '30s to early '40s, vibrators were increasingly marketed to assist in weight loss. This use of vibration may not work particularly well, though vibration plate machines -- an update of this mid-century design -- can be found in some gyms today.
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