Magnets Make Your Dick Bigger! Just Ask John F*ing Kerry!
Don’t fall for this horseshit, folks.
The man above put a magnet near his weenie and now its so huge he has to store it inside this convenient goat carrying-case.
I’ve warned you about this shit before. Here is a debunking article on the “magic magnet” subject - and here.
This man tried to increase his winky size via electric field perturbation of the brain cells by this Testosterone Repopulating Danglydong Coil. It didn’t work, and the guy sexually molests glazed donuts regularly now - and drools incessantly.
And on top of everything else, there’s barely sufficient porn to go around today:
This is Sacha Rivera:
And here’s another:
And finally:
Tags: cuticle, DNC agenda, drugstore truckdriving man, John F'ing Kerry
January 7, 2008 at 8:31 pm
Magnets! Miracle cure for all that ails ya! If you don’t believe so you suck the barbed cock o’ Satan and are worse than a 1000 Hitlers. Probably about 1.37 kilohitlers in fact. At today’s exchange rates that also makes you worse than 85.7 stalins, or 4.11 kilopots if you prefer.
Funny thing about magnets - I met a man once trying to market the concept of “ceramic magnets” and their marvelous capabilities for water conservation. It seems that when water flows through pipes “charged” with a pair of encircling ceramic magnets the ions in the water get all lined up and makes the water smoother and wetter. This allows the plants at the end of an irrigation system so charged to be able to absorb the water easier and voila! they need less of it. Fascinating no?
Eh, knowing you, you would probably just scoff at the guy. You’re just not ready for such knowledge McGoo.
January 7, 2008 at 11:59 pm
That is obviously special knowledge that I’m not spiritually ready for.
But it sounds vaguely like the utter horseshit they spout out in Arizona about the “magnetic” water softener system.
A couple I knew while I lived in Phoenix bought a set ($150-$200 !!). They asked me to install it. I did - but I didn’t put the magnets in the brackets. I left ‘em out on purpose. I just mounted the (empty) plastic brackets on their water pipe per instructions.
The couple swore their water was softer for the next six months - until I gave them the magnets. They never spoke with me after that.
January 8, 2008 at 8:45 am
In some cultures, withholding somebody’s magnets can get you flogged.
In an (un)interesting aside, how much tainted crack do you have to smoke before you come to think it might be a good idea to stand in a cage whilst it gets shocked by a big frigging electrimical doodad?
January 8, 2008 at 8:59 am
I think the couple wanted to flog me for bursting their bubble.
That guy has to be a doofus, even though Tesla Coils are usually fairly safe. he doesn’t look like a “safe” kind of person, for some reason.
January 8, 2008 at 10:32 am
Yeah, that’s true. It’s the same principle which makes being in your car (a large steel tube frame on rubber wheels) one of the safest places to be during a thunder storm. Personally I like to mix things up a bit, stand on the roof dressed in aluminium (that’s technically spelt (and so is that) correctly; me English…
foil, waving a 9-iron and shouting ‘Come on god - give it your best shot old man! you’ve got nothing on me! Nothing!‘
There’s a dog in our village which has PTSD following an incident where the house he was languishing had its chimney stack stuck by lightning. That sounds like the sort of anecdote a terminal bullshitter like myself might just make up for the sake of something impressive-sounding to say on a blog’s comment section, but I shit you not, it’s true.
I haven’t given the dog’s name, not because I don’t have a clue what it is (and I don’t), but because I don’t want him to have a remembering-the-event-induced panic attack if he happens to read this.
January 8, 2008 at 12:39 pm
“There’s a dog in our village…”
That line struck me because, here in the US, I’ve never heard anyone refer to their town as a “village”. It is a word that is simply not used much here.
I always wanted to get a big bunch of horse-riders together and go sack a small town. You know - robbing, raping, burning, ransacking, and pie-throwing.
Just once, just to say I did it. Isn’t that called “brigandage”?
January 8, 2008 at 1:50 pm
Never heard the word ‘brigandage’ before, but according to wiki, ‘Brigandage refers to the life and practice of brigands - highway robbery and plunder.’ So yeah, that sounds about right.
Just another little cultural difference. Nobody’d ever refer to the place where I live as a small town. The population might be large enough to qualify it for, uh, townidimifacation - several hundred, I believe it is - but it’s lacking in things like commerce and marketplace and town council and library and so on. Basically, it’s just a bunch of houses built along the road, two pubs, a Manor House and a Gothic church (which Laurence Stern used to be the vicar of).
According to this (http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&hs=QPz&resnum=0&q=google+maps&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wl), it’s around 3,300 ft x 1,300 ft or so. That’d still be a town in the US? What’s below a town, a ranch? What about the Village People? Does that just mean they come from Manhattan?
The robbing, burning, ransacking and pie-throwing sound fun, but I’d have to draw the line at raping. I have morals.
January 8, 2008 at 1:51 pm
Well ain’t that the darndest thing…
January 8, 2008 at 4:00 pm
I don’t know “when” a town becomes a town although I’m sure there’s a legal definition. But I’m pretty sure we (US’ers) pretty much skip the “village” classification. At least in the Midwest, Southwest, and West areas. I’ve not ever lived east of Ohio.
I’m glad you see my point that the robbing. burning, ransacking, and pie-throwing would be a laugh-riot. I think a case could be made for a group of roving professionals who perform this service for towns and small cities all over the country. It could be a seasonal thing - say, in the early summer - and could become a yearly custom. Or it could be a lottery thing.
The raping? I just included it because - well - ya just never know which way some homeowner or horse-rider (or prim matron, for that matter) might swing. Personally, I’ll pass.