tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97593562010-01-04T20:35:56.693+08:00(Mostly harmless)Momelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04766283916765227370noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9759356.post-41255277742834309612010-01-03T19:47:00.002+08:002010-01-03T19:53:34.614+08:00

**Happy New Year!It's updating my drop down lists there on the right yonder to include all my posts up to December 2009, that's what! Shit, it didn't occur to me that the last time I did was way back in 2008, so it was a long process, like trying to cu... My ma's reading my blog now, yes, so I'm not as kinky as I want to now. Anyway, try to find time to browse through my posts, okay? It's 2010,

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**Have you kissed your digits goodbye yet? Here's to you and your fireworks.

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**I don't mind ushering in the New Year at the office. Truth is, I'd prefer to celebrate 2010 in the comfort, safety, and most importantly, in the relative silence of the office. I hate the noise that comes with the celebration, and I laugh at casualties the day after.

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**What about it? Done shopping for fireworks?

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**It will be in four more days, love your fingers while you still have them! Feast your eyes, love! This picture was taken from Rotten.com, and it's entitled Meat Grinder Accident.

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POPULATION 436Directed By: Michelle Maxwell MacLaren (Kyle XY, Law and Order SVU) Year Released: 2006Running Time: 92 mins Language: English Horror Type: Crazytown. Lavet. Sex? - Two to three minutes of the most passe sex scenes out there. Gore? - Not even. Rockwell Falls is this backwards, isolated town with a population constant of 436. Which is the same count as it was in the 1860s when

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**This isn't about taking care of your gaydar, but feel free to write about it in your own time. Oh, my friend doesn't look nowhere near like the picture I used. I have this friend I call Horsefrog, and he just recently came out of the closet earlier this year. So we were having an argument in the cab, this newly out friend of mine, and we were trying to determine this other guy's sexual

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**Ahh, love is in the air!It was a scene taken out of a Danielle Steele bestseller: two lovers locked in a passionate embrace, their tears washed away by a gentle downpour of rain. Time stops as their wet bodies warp tighter, his lips not letting go of his ladyboy lover as they are completely lost to the busy pedestrian hustle surrounding them. He is totally mindless of the occasionally mockery

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**I will be including reels beginning with this one. Hope you guys like it.FEEDDirected By: Brett Leonard (The Lawnmower Man) Year Released: 2006 Running Time: 101 minutesLanguage: English Horror Type: Perversions. Sex? - Only for Chubby Chasers. Gore? - Not for Chubby Chasers.The first good scene, which is within five minutes of the opening credits, shows this moderately good looking hunk with

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**This is how I won me a book in Jessica Zafra's blog. She held this contest one time, and she asked her readers to recommend a book. I posted a comment, this comment, and I won me a book in consequence. Never won me a book before, sure beats a punch in the face. I so rock. By the way,I used Momelia for my pen name. To give it that mostly gay touch.The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas

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**It's a sad, sad day. Wish goes out to people responsible, that and a big bad Fuku.What happened last November 23 was most unspeakable. Fifty seven people, mostly media people, were massacred in what can be the worst case of election-related violence in this here hole-in-the-wall third world. Fifty seven! Seriously, would anyone have enough energy yet left to imagine such an atrocity? I am very

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**Let's go on ahead and exercise that inner jerk now shall we?Order a VERY big meal, like a quarter pounder meal with twister fries, upsized, some chicken nuggets and a strawberry float. Have it for dine in, and then look for a very large person preferably eating alone. An obese woman is ideal; men just don't care about their fat asses or screaming waistlines as much as women do. Also, what she's

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CLOVERFIELD Directed By: Matt Reeves Release Date: 30 January 2008 (Philippines)Running Time: 85 minutes Language: EnglishHorror Type: Really big alien monsters.Sex? - There was this one time, but it all drama. Pass. Gore? - Lacerations at best. Pass.Must watch if you're not easily nauseous. Not because of the gratuitous gore or reckless dismemberment on account of this film's basically gay on

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**It's more of an almost-there hunchback of a quasi-review. So I went ahead and watched this movie under the impression that it's profitable. If it's profitable, then it must be good. But all the hype tells me its far better than good; it's so good it outsold the SAW series. Now that's big. Last time I checked, there was an impressive $20 million difference between total profit generated, and

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**My decision making process largely revolves around the question: Is it a want or a need? Growing up, I had the professional foresight of my mom and her sisters to reinforce that principle. Trouble is, I grew up jaded and largely distracted, so my wants and needs are borderline independent of each other.1. You want to be popular; you need a good cosmetic surgeon, or very big tits.2. You want a

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**So I learned me a fun, exciting phrase today. Kids, we now define: Erotic Asphyxiation.Erotic asphyxiation refers to intentionally cutting off oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal. It is also called asphyxiophilia, autoerotic asphyxia, or breath control play. Colloquially, a person engaging in the activity is sometimes called a gasper.You can call in sick, and there's your excuse! Well, it's

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**Not enough Halloween fun to go around that we have to borrow some other country's crap?None of the people I knew growing up had to do trick or treat. We were so decidedly quasi-ghetto that my Halloweens were trips to the cemetery where we would make balls out of candle wax drippings. I know its primitive, and it sure as hell hurt, but it kept us entertained until it hurt some more. Then we'd

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**I know this won't reach you because you don't know I blog. So I blogged my apology. I admit, I was this giddy fool with a charged motormouth that was running more on caffeine than on forethought and common sense. I talked a lot, spared nothing, and your love life became a laughing stock in consequence. I might have crossed some boundaries; mighty apologetic if I did.Lord knows how I could've

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**Tell yourself this. I know it worked for me. Let me hold your hand so we can say it together.How do you expect to inspire industry when you betray your own incompetence with vigorous scapegoating and the usual set of tired excuses? I mean, seriously.Picture courtesy of cynic-tees.

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Nine years is a long time for somebody to be maintaining a deathly bad habit. I started smoking in the year 2000 (mostly as a big Fuck You to them dime a dozen doomsayers. The end of the world didn't happen, so I might as well try smoking), and if I keep this up, then I might as well be exhaling red smoke in another year or so. I'm not a heavy smoker, but I keep a schedule. My recommended daily

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**The hard way. The only way to learn. "You know you're in love is when you're willing to give up on something just as important if only to have him in its place." You may or may not agree with that. You may have your own set of better sounding theories, but I'm saying that with the conviction of somebody who learned from experience. It was three years ago when I decided to leave the nest to

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1. Stop making excuses. You update like you are menstruating, which is, like, never. And when you do, you come up with something that's as rotten as pantyliner mess. Stop trying to "get your groove back." That only worked with Angela Basset in the movies. It's still there. You just need to work on your... stroke. Stroke? For masturbating your creativity, fool. 2. Be more relevant. Ha haa, I just

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**The trouble with being kinky is when you've arrived at the twilight of your twenties.I'm a sneeze away from my thirties, and I fucking hate that. I celebrated my last year in my twenties last month, and I made sure to invite a lot of people in their early twenties just to make me forget. There were three people in their thirties in the guest list. Just three because I don't want to start

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**And you will, too. Here's the link if you're interested. And no, this isn't a sponsored post on account of there's not a word count involved. And I've mostly given up on those, too.It's this:And its' because of these:

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**Because you guys could sure use a laugh.A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop & her son saying, "All of you bastards who want off, get the hell off now, 'cause this is the last stop! And all of you bastards who are getting on, get your ass in the train, Cause we're going down the

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