Part of Katy Perry is a Marine

Dear Miss Katy Perry:

Oh Katy, what is the deal with this? Having just watched your Part of Me video, a definite incongruency overtook me. While the singing and music were terrific (as usual), the images of you joining the Marines and then taking on a basic training program, shucks. Tanks and gunfire somehow do not suit you.

Well, after a few more watches, it became clear that you have made one heck of a recruiting video for the Marines. Hmmm... Certainly the American military machine needs good people like you. Your efforts in helping out are laudable as well as patriotic.

Perhaps there is a mis-read afoot. All of what was considered your sweetness and Candy Land persona are not the real KP? Or did you change after Mr. Brand and you decided that your marriage was a bust. I am not clear as to who was the doer or the doee in the divorce, but break-ups can harden a person.

Come to think of it, the Part of Me lyrical script involves your protagonist character getting two timed by her boyfriend. She then goes on to bind her breasts and lop her hair and then enlisting. Do Marine women have to bind their breasts like that? It is difficult to separate your character from YOU.

Hey, how about that Naomi Wolf. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/03/29/katy-perrys-part-of-me-vide-boycott-marine-propaganda-naomi-wolf_n_1387684.html?ncid=edlinkusaolp00000003 She is calling for a boycott of Part of Me. The author claims it is Marine Corps propaganda. Boycotts and propaganda are words that remind me of Chilean fruit and Russians. I am not sure what Chilean and Russian have in common but nor am I sure what you doing with the Marines either.

Just in case you were thinking you are losing a fan - no way. I am not even going to boycott (do you need ships at sea for that?) Part of Me. The song is a good one. My regret is that I watched the video because it's is hard for me to forget the sight of you at war when I listen to the music on my iPod.


Your fan,


Paul Proteus

50? Shave That Bush

Neuroticism runs amok when it comes to aging... Indeed it does, but anybody wasting time fretting over years spilled is losing out on the opportunity to use the present for enjoyment. Sure as shooting, everyone ages and consequently loses the glory of youth. So what?

Melani Robinson has Huff-prattled http://www.huffingtonpost.com/melani-robinson/brazilian-wax-too-old-for-bare-down-there_b_1376492.html her angst about shaving her bush. She has been a long time Brazilian waxer and as best as can be determined, she has enjoyed being bare. Good for her! Now that she has pierced 50, she has self doubts about the fitness of her pussy for full review. Thinking that the regrowth of her pubic hair will hide her wrinkles, she decides to self examine to decide whether she is still pretty. After 60 minutes of mirrored introspection she claims victory. Still pretty...

Not enough! She continues to agonize - wanting to know if its appropriate to continue to try to look young? She likens old shaved women to the ladies who wear too tight jeans or fashions not becoming their station in life... Ha!

Aw c'mon Melani... there are no rules. The constraints of aging and style are simply self imposed. Should a 50 year old text? or tweet? or Facebook? or tattoo? or sext? or whatever...? The answer is always the same. In short, whatever floats your boat.

Ms. Robinson failed to provide any photos of herself. Surely that would have been a piece of juicy information... So in that vein, find below a few mature ladies with shaved pubes. Sweet stuff a pussy is. And a well groomed pussy is beyond all imagination.

Melani, keep up the trim if you should so desire. And if you want to shoot out an image.... he-he.

Ciao

Zoe Saldana Needs to Chill

The news is out.

Bradley Cooper dumped Zoe.

Zoe Saldana.

Yikes...

Born in NJ - Passaic.

Father Dominican,

Mother Puerto Rican,

Zoe American!

5-7

113

omg

omg, again...

After a 10 year Britton relationship,

then a Cooper fling, Zoe

must be

ready...

to chill

for awhile.

Awhhile

indeed.

Just in case

she wants a 

bit of relaxation...

a foot massage

might

be

in order.

Volunteers?

Sign up please...

Ciao

She - Yes!

Augustus had always thought that he would find it in the rain. No, not IN the rain per se, but while it was raining. Tears - the drops were, tears of the angels. At least that was the way She will explain it to him later. They met - in all places; Portland, Maine...

He was there for no reason other than he was killing time between life stops. SHE was born there in Portland. Burned out at 52, Augustus Simon simply left a rounded and bored wife, claiming he was going on a bread run. Bread, ha-ha. He turned left on Emory Avenue and he never looked back. He had met responsibilities, sore to speak, so ASS's egress from Trenton was somehow justified.

How ridiculous was the notion about life, the one about happiness. So stupid, happiness. To Auggie, life was a continuum of flat ennui with a few high points. The apices, as it turned out all involved rainy days. His college graduation, the birth of Weenie, hitting the Lotto, and scoring an Eagles cheerleader all happened on rainy days...

Not to be disregarded, making love on cool and rainy interludes, when the sheets were cloyingly damp, burned his brain like nothing else. Maybe it was the heavier air which made the smells of sex addictive? He was never sure why, but for sure, when it rained his Arthur Treacher got as heavy as a ripe mango. Madge, his once skinny wife who long ago bore a resemblance to Zoe Saldana, called his penis Arthur Treacher.

SHE worked in a diner called Becky's, on Commercial Street. Unadorned in a Maine way, she looked like she had worked lobster boats in another life. To look at her, wouldn't turn a stone over. Simple could have been her name. Innocent, naive even, SHE waited on the counter-anchored-baldy-man day after day during his autumnal hiatus Down East.

It rains a lot there, in Maine. Since it's warm only two months a year, the rain is almost always accompanied by cool temperatures and the heavy humidity only found along the coast. Portland is a harbor. In a peculiar way, Portland's clime is an aphrodisiac for Mr. Augustus Spain. Paradise it isn't, but Portland does have a charm...

And so it came to pass this morning that the thick fingered A. Spain spilled a hot cup of joe on himself. Yup, right into his groin. She could have been a fire person, the way she came around the counter to douse out the flames. With her wet, microbe laden top rag at the ready, She mopped him up with the dexterity of a plastic surgeon. It was then, at that moment, when the two of them got close enough to smell the other. Some say sex is all in the smell. Yup...

But the immediate trigger was the realization that She was more or less rag groping him, right there at the counter of Becky's. Once the exigency of the burn was over, they exchanged a little too long eye lock. Passion is really easy, if a person is in tune. For Augustus and Trenton boys in general, signals are often missed - but not this time. Blue, blue are her eyes and even without any makeup she was splendidly enchanting. Funny thought Aug, how he could even think splendidly enchanting... they were words he never used.

Once She had been married. It was a union of dis-harmony. For reasons having to do with smell (or the lack thereof), Bert Blohaven and She couldn't make a go of it. No kids came of their effort. The divorce was sterile and without much fever. After all, they are both Mainers. In Maine, Halloween is celebrated like every other holiday - without fanfare and brio. Understated... almost without costumes and color.

Not too long after the spill, August Spain got up to leave. Leaving a fin tip for a six buck breakfast was the least he could do, considering. She was surprised at the generous toke...

Er, oh no, that's too much, you donna have to...

Laughing, aw gotta give a lil extra today, for the mess I made...

Folks leave bigger splotches than that and just walk out willy nilly.

Taking two steps back towards the gray formica counter, he took a shot...

Umm, any chance we could have a lunch or somethin' one day?

Staring at him or through him, he couldn't tell, she smiled. It was an odd smile, one he will come to know about later. It was a smile he would see after she orgasmed. Joy was that smile. Yes!

If Augustus S. could look into the future, which he couldn't, he would have known right then and there that he and this wait-lady were going to find out about things only found in Harlequin romances.  It is so nice to know that such things can really happen. For most people, their day-to-day Pablum hollow sated them. Ever smell Pablum? Ever see Pablum? Pablum...

It was raining as he walked down Commercial Street. Not cold enough for snow, the wet nonetheless chilled him. He will be glad to reach his third floor rented condo at Chandler's Wharf. As he moved along, his head was filled with...

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Like a canyon echo he couldn't get that sound out from between his ears. Nor could he erase the sight of her smile. Hmm, if he only knew...

Yes! 

Keira Grant, To Shoot

http://myolympus.org/document.php?id=17041

Kiera Grant is a model, artist and nomad. She describes herself as being too comfortable nude. No wonder... Check out her tumbler http://keiragrant.tumblr.com/ and her model mayhem site http://www.modelmayhem.com/keiragrant for more. Here are five images, just to get an idea of what she is about.

http://keiragrant.blogspot.com/2011/07/verbosity.html?zx=770ab2c52382cb1d

http://muffology.tumblr.com/post/12648714696/all-hail-the-bush

http://keiragrant.tumblr.com/

http://photogregd.photoshelter.com/image/I000055g57lEErNo

Oh, she's going to be in the City May 11-23.

Hmmm, would love to shoot her.

Wonder what her amateur rates are?

Prolly too much... she is soooo image-able!

Click-Click

Nothing But Heartaches 4 ObamaCare

So the Supremes are going to take on ObamaCare tomorrow. Nice, the 9 top jurists are a 5 R-appointed, 4 D-appointed club. Inasmuch as Obama's Care was passed as a pure D play, whaddya think is going to happens as the ersatz Motowners pass judgement as to the constitutionality of Barack's boondoggle? A joke, right?

There is good reason not to have health care for all citizens. Simply, all then would have access to heart transplants at age 71. Dick'em Heartache Cheney got one yesterday, lub-dub. Imagine if every heart failing Tom, Kayeeeeesha and Mohamid could get one too. There might not have been one available for Dick. Moreover, if everybody had health care willy-nilly, the heart that Dick got might have been still in its rightful owner (assuming there was some health care abrogations therein.)

In the USA, health care is elitist. For example, Congress people who get shot in the head get the best of the best. Kids popped in the noggin in Philly or Camden are likely donors, inasmuch as they have much less health care available to them. The old saws of the almshouses and get your care in the ER are nonsense. Almshouses and Charles Dickins... While it is espoused by those who have it that American health care is the best in the world, for the multiple tens of millions not insured or underinsured Yanks, that espousal is laughable. Ha-ha!

The Court will tackle the key issue as to whether Americans can be forced to purchase health care insurance. Such a mandate by the cross-white-Kenyan named Hussein is a crux of his O-plan. A lot is made of digging up enough money to insure that the insurers make a profit, thus the coercion to procure a plan. The R mantra includes the bristle that folks cannot be compelled to insure themselves. That makes sense, after all, such a mandate must violate any number of freedoms in the Constitution (except perhaps for the right to not bare arms for inoculations.)

While the nonet is ruminating Obama's gaseous waste, a more global, cramp-like movement should start to eliminate both Medicare and Medicaid. Those two mid-60's meddlements are the root of today's ills. Indeed, it was their passage that started Americans off on the free ride of health benefits. Lyndon Johnson be damned! Imagine people now living into their 80's and 90's, all the while sucking up benefits. Worse yet, as the goldens get older and older, they require MORE of everything medical! Indeed and imagine!!! Oh, but those grays do vote... oh-oh.

The current four Republican steed of this year's run for the presidency all swear to eliminate ObamaCare. They each say ObamaCare, in turn, as if they are French twisting the word, b-a-s-t-a-r-d. Mitt, Rick, Newt and Doc-Flame are Viagra firm in their respective determinations to end the not born here President's attempt to expand health advantage. Perhaps the highest federal jurists will save them all of them from effulging, that is, if the robed ones rule unconstitutionality.

Well it's another warm day. Good thing for those on the lists. Motorcyclists have taken to the road early this year, guaranteeing a good harvest. As long as a person has the insurance coverage or the kincaid, needed transplants - here in America - will be awaiting. Give a shout out to those infirm in the socialist countries like Canada and France, where medical care is not so good. We got organs and lots of high priced medical infrastructure, if you have the loonies or the euros. Lub-dub, lub-dub.... We got other stuff too.

Nothing But Heartaches

Carly Foulkes, Girl by T Mobile

T Mobile is a second rate cellular provider, a niche player with a lot of bandwidth to sell. Just ask AT&T, too bad the mega player couldn't get its clutches on its fellow "T" player. Those darn regulators should not have nixed the buy deal.* But T Mobile does have one thing going for it, namely, Carly Foulkes. Oh, if only AT&T had her!

OK, Foulkes is a name which could make a person want to walk with spiders. Monikers with letter sets that make the tongue slosh the lower central incisors are unfriendly, somehow making the bearer seem less affable. But what's in a name anyways? Just gander the perfect brunette...

Carly is a Canadian. Nowadays it seems that the USA has gone more northwards in finding its female stimulators, but not everyone woodizes over the likes of Avril Lavigne and Rachel McAdams. Not everyone likes ice cream either. Nor black...

A model, an actress and a singer, Ms. Foulkes was expected to do only one or two commercials for T Mobile, but now a dozen runs later, more are planned. She and her magenta (originally called pink) dresses have made the trademarked color a public buzz. In her ads, her summery and leggy look encourages a certain insouciance rendering the phone vendor youthful, fresh and cool. Advertising...

Carly is featured in a Happy Holidays video. In it, T Mobile employs about a hundred magenta dressed ladies of all stripes popping around a mall, singing and strutting in holiday gaiety. Check it out...

And so it goes... A new, fresh face has appeared and anchored. Bye to the tooth long Catherine Zeta Alfa Romeo. T Mobile's efforts are noteworthy, but... But no iPhone offering yet leaves them a day late and dollar short. Foulkes that!

Eh...

* AT&T attempted to merge T Mobile into its business in a deal worth $39 B. But the Department of Justice concluded that the anti competitive effects of the deal were too ominous...

It noted, for instance, that AT&T and T-Mobile currently compete head-to-head in 97 of the nation's largest 100 cellular market areas. Were the merger to proceed, there would only be three providers owning 90 percent of the market. Competition in price, quality and innovation would be diminished. for more, http://www.ecommercetimes.com/story/ATT-May-Have-to-Break-Out-Its-Dancing-Shoes-73210.html

Etch A Mitt

where is that emergency exit??

The boring buzz of life can weigh a person down. Why else do people need to drink or to drug so often? Be it the job, the kids or the sexless day-to-day of adulthood, drone is the word. So when a kernel of truth, a defining moment - if you will, arises - yippee!

Wednesday, March 22, 2012 will be known as Mitt Romney's pants down day. (Hey, how does that package look?) It was during a CNN interview that Eric Fehrnstrom, in referring to the Mitt-meister's future presidential run, said...


“Everything changes. It’s almost like an Etch A Sketch. You can kind of shake it up and restart all over again.”

Fehrnstrom is one of Romney's most trusted and loyal political aides. Always careful to stay precise and message clear, the gaffe was shocking.

Well, there now. Eric laid it out well. He defined Mr. Romney's Achille's heel with precision. Indeed, Willard is the changeable man. As the preliminary rounds for the Republican presidential nomination have slugged along, Mr. Romney has vacillated, issue after issue. To be more precise, he manages to be whatever he thinks the crowd wants. Shake him up and a new picture emerges, er, like the kid's toy, the Etch A Sketch.

The reality for Romney is that he is NOT a conservative. NOT! So for the right sided minions of the new Republican party there is no salvation in the photogenic Romney. In fact, the right polar Rick Santorum, has made hay of the Etch A Sketch as he continues to battle Romney for the Presidential nod.

In a most sacrilegious blather-mode Rick asserts that the USA would be better off with Barack Obama for another four years than Mitt! Now that's some kind of disloyal yip-yap. Inasmuch as Romney, Santorum, Gingrich and Paul are all GOPers, grace would dictate that the losers ultimately tow the party line for the eventual winner. What is Santorum doing? What kind of man is HE?

Without doubt. Mitt Romney is going to run against Mr. Obama this Fall. For the erstwhile Democrat, the current situation couldn't be more lucky. The carping, disorganized Republicans are successfully eviscerating one another, all to the incubent's advantage. Now, with the good fortune of the Etch A Sketch moment of candor, things couldn't be more rosy for the blues.

Betcha Fehrnstrom would like to get back to the CNN moment, when he shot off like a Roman candle. Betcha he would hit the RESET button. Betcha he would shake it up till he got a new twist to proffer. Betcha...

Ciao

A Day in the Life of Courtney

Courtney Roskop

Formerly known as Kacey Jordan. contact me at misskaceyjordan@gmail.com

in a city. in a hotel room.

https://twitter.com/#!/misscnicole

Courtney Roskop became a focus of mainstream attention after she visited Charlie Sheen (1/28/2011). Known in her porn career as Kacey Jordan, she visited the bad boy actor for an evening of fun and sex. Paid $30,000 for her efforts, she did a helluva job. Sheen was taken out of his house the day after seeing her, collapsed and spent. For him, it was the end of his days as the star of Two and a Half Men inasmuch as his drug dependency finally hit the fan.

She works city to city, hotel to hotel as an escort. Ms. Roskop shares her activities with her Twitter tweets. Her style and seeming naivete make following her fun. Often she adds images and videos. These entries make her storytelling all the more delightful.

For a vignette, take a look at a brief foray into her world. Waiting for her client in New York City, she shares some of her emotions with her followers. Perhaps starting with the video might be the best way to begin if you are unfamiliar with her. Have fun...

March 19

that awesome moment when u make so much money you don't even bother counting it anymore...

March 20

I checked in at Walgreens (350 5th Ave) 


Im craving birthday cake Oreos and I can't find them!!!


i settled for a pepperdige farm variety pack of cookies. gotta fight those alcohol withdrawals. have someone special visiting me in 6 hours



ok time to pack and organize all my stuff since i'm upgrading to the loft for 5 days :) 3 hour countdown until... him <3


My source of birth control lol. My fertility tracker is on point! anal this week!

ok i'm sleepy. must stay awake. i'm so taking a nap after I get fucked. he can fuck me to sleep. key words. Fuck and Sleep. 0_-

March 21

And he's 4 hours late and I'm ready

he likes me natural looking... pouty face :(

love always, ur fav oregon hippie <3

yea his plane had to land at a diff airport because the fog was to heavy :/


So I'm gonna torture him with Kpuff spreads... He wears airplane pajamas evil laugh

p.s. i used my feet to take that last photo on my iphone lol


ahahahahhaahaha he's like please stop. i need to go to the bathroom and i can't... eeeeeee :D



;)

i was staring at the kpuff picture i just posted and now i'm craving a steak...has this happened to you?


Looks in magic mirror... Yes indeed the flattest of all 

VIDEOOOOOOOOooooooo ramble!

http://twitvid.com/MU0UR

hahaha OH GAWD. i always leave my windows open and just made full eye contact from some guy in the office across the street.



how long of flight is to from albany ny to jfk?


to be honest i'm going to still smell like booze. that rule, if you can smell your own breath, then others sense X10 ehhhh e_e



i swear PBR is worse than onions.


I checked in at Ace Hotel (20 W 29th St)



And so it continues... 

Ciao