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James Franco is just an innocent victim of the horrid, awful, intimidating bully called “Social Media”
James Franco went live on television this morning to address the current scandal about how he asked a 17-year-old fan to “tag” him on instagram after he saw her filming him and then proceeded to flirt with her via text after the video was posted online.
I use the term “flirt” very loosely because he wasn’t exactly telling her how attractive he found her…It was more or less him trying to set up a time and meeting place for them to have sexual intercourse.
The girl had told him repeatidly that she wasn’t of legal age but he was very persistent. He asked her when her birthday was.
She soon after leaked the texts online.
Franco didn’t deny what he had said and done to this girl.
He did say that he is still “new” to social media and had learned a very valuable lesson..
And what was that, James? Not to hit on teenage girls because they will more than likely tell everyone about it?
So, if you are blonde, skinny, visiting New York, and most importantly…A teenage girl, don’t tag James Franco on instagram.
A Pill To Make You Anybody Else
We view heroes very narrowly.
In our minds we typically see an inspirational relative or a professional athlete that had to overcome devastating obstacles to achieve their dreams.
But, how often does anybody see a makeup covered shock rock god as a hero? I know that I do.
Marilyn Manson: Every mother’s worst fear and America’s favorite man to blame for chaos.
For most of my teenage years I was a disaster. I was a drug addict and a drunk. I didn’t know how to cope. I had no dreams or ambitions. I treated my friends and family like shit…and I didn’t give a fuck if I was alive or dead.
Basically…I was a fuck-head.
All I wanted to do was coast through life and get it over with at the soonest possible chance I could get.
I’m not sure why I was like this. I didn’t grow up much different from other kids my age. My parents were divorced, I lived with my dad and lovely alcoholic of a step-mom, I saw my mother once or twice a year, I went to a public school in the middle of redneck city…Fairly normal life.
But, as I get older it is becoming clearer to me that just about everybody I ever trusted growing up ended up screwing me over in the end. It may not have been a drastic screwing, but I was always getting stepped on.
Maybe, it was my brain’s way of just shutting off and allowing me to not be able to feel much, if anything at all.
The sad part was…I was perfectly content with feeling nothing.
I was and always will be a metal-head. I grew up on metal, I listened to it all through my life up until now, and my children will grow up the same way.
My favorite artist from the time I was ten-years-old is Marilyn Manson. His persona has always been fascinating to me. I felt like he understood who I was and that he wrote all of songs in my favor.
He gave a voice to the people who were too afraid to use their voices…and that appealed to me the most. He gave me the courage to tell everybody, “Hey, I’m different, accept it for what it is or fuck off.”
Next thing I’m going to address is, no, I’m not religious, I am spiritual. There is a difference. Marilyn Manson is a self-proclaimed satanist. Satanism is NOT what most people perceive it to be. They don’t sacrifice animals or kill virgins. It is viewing one’s self as God. They worship themselves and do things to please themselves.
I am not a satanist.
I believe that there is a higher-being out there. I am not completely closed off to the idea that there is a God, but I don’t completely believe it either. For all I know, this higher-being could be an alien.
I just generally believe in being a fucking good person.
AS ALL PEOPLE SHOULD!
One day after school I was going through my usual routine of coming home, locking myself in my room, turning on my music as loudly as I could, and get getting stoned. That day was extremely special because I had found out that my two-year-nephew had been diagnosed with cancer. The pain was killing me. I couldn’t understand why God, if there is one, would inflict that kind of illness on an innocent child.
I have always been close to my nephews. I was there when they were born and essentially raised them with my little sister by my side.
So, as you can imagine, that was like a mother finding out that her baby had to undergo radiation treatment.
And FUCK, did I get stoned that day. I smoked bowl after bowl and finished that off with a six pack of beer that I stole from my step-mom. I couldn’t see straight by the time I was done.
I laid in bed and listened to Mechanical Animals for the millionth time.
I had heard the song Coma White so many times but I didn’t understand what it meant…and I didn’t care, it just sounded badass.
And then it hit me.
I sat up and listened…I mean I listened.
I realized in that moment that no matter what I did to avoid the current problem in my life, it was going to remain there after I sobered up and I needed to fix it myself if I ever wanted it to truly go away.
So, I sobered up.
Until I graduated high school.
Three weeks after graduating high school, I moved away. I started back on the drugs, but this time it was different…. this time I was snorting nasty shit up my nose. I wouldn’t sleep for days, I wouldn’t eat, and a lot of the time I was running from one end of my house to the other or writing down nonsense that sounded good while I was high.
I knew exactly what I was avoiding in my life. I knew why I was getting high. And the problem was…I didn’t know how to fucking fix it this time. I had fucked up royally. I was 800 miles away from anybody I knew.
I knew I wasn’t doing myself any favors by doing what I was doing..But it felt SOOOO good. I was happy when I was high. When I was sober, nothing made sense.
In October of that year, Marilyn Manson came to town. I went.
Of course, when I got there, I was incredibly high. I even went to the bathroom before the show started so that I could have one more bump.
Manson played so many songs, but near the end of the show he played Coma White.
This was no coincidence.
I never cried so hard in my entire life. This was more emotional than a religious experience. That’s when I knew everything was going to be okay.
I kicked the drugs FOR GOOD.
I have been a year and three months sober. Yes, that would mean that I kicked the drugs in December. The ride from being a full-fled drug addict to actually quitting for good in a little less than two months is fucking difficult. But I did it, and I will never touch that shit again.
And guess what?
Everything is okay.
My hero is a makeup covered shock-rock god.
My hero is Marilyn Manson.
Shit just got real.
So, I read a book to open my mind a little bit…
I went to the book store a few days after my birthday. I thought, “hmmm. I have all this birthday money, I want a book.” So, I bought this book and Helter Skelter.
I’m fucking terrible about starting books, reading half of it, and then starting a new one and totally forgetting about the one that is already half way finished.
To put this habit into perspective, my birthday was in September..it is nearly March and I just finished this book two days ago..It’s only 232 pages long.
It’s not that the book was uninteresting, in fact it was VERY interesting to read about Manson’s side of the story…But I happened to start three other books after this one.
Well, I’m on a little extended “vacation” so to speak. I wanted to bring all of my book with me, but I had to finish this one. So, this is one I brought with me.
When, I first started reading this book, I was a little shocked by the graphic nature of it, and I’m probably one of the least squeamish women I know.
Charles Manson lived through a horrid childhood. Of course, child care wasn’t exactly anyone’s main priority in the 1940’s. This poor kid went through sexual, mental, and physical abuse up until the point he was considered a legal adult. And then after that he was constantly in and out of jail where he was exposed to even more abuse.
Now, just so that we are all clear here, I love Charles Manson and what he stood for…well, you know, before he went batshit crazy. He was about spreading freedom and love. He had the right idea, really. I know most people were into that shit in the 1960’s, but Manson actually made a mark on this Earth and I don’t mean by his notorious murders.
I honestly believe that if he had not went down the path that led him astray, he would be a celebrated man on this planet.
Here’s the thing, at the end of the book, the author wrote his stupid conclusion. It was like reading a book about the wonder of aliens or something.
Will we ever know the mystery of the Manson Family? Is Charles Manson really a guilty man?
There is no mystery and of course he is guilty.
I have no doubt in my mind that he brainwashed those kids with drugs. He had them in the palm of his hand. Not only that, he is a sociopath, a pathological liar, and a paranoid schizophrenic.
Fuck, he was a really good liar and he was a different person every other day. On drugs…well that almost sounds like a god or something.
He had these kids scared silly that there was about to be a race war and they were the cause of it.
There was no race war….And innocent people died because of one man’s paranoia.
As Manson was explaining the murders, he kept repeating that he had nothing to do with them. He never told these kids to kill anyone. They came up with the concept all on their own.
But, uh, he did confess that he did go back to Sharon Tate’s house to clean up the mess…So, yeah…he had ZERO connection with any of this shit.
Apparently according to him, all of the hype about him was a lie fabricated by one of the girls who used to live on the ranch with him, even though she was the “instigator” in all of this, she sold him out for immunity.
The funny thing is, he is such a convincing liar…that I caught myself almost believing half of what he was saying.
Now, wouldn’t it be a knee slapper to find out that he was actually telling the truth and we had locked up an innocent man for 33 years?
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WRITTEN BY A COP: Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one’s life. In daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation… This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, & everyone you know. After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you… Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy.. The driver won’t see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.
DON’T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,
LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE..
If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware:look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor ,
and in the back seat.
B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door.
Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women
are attempting to get into their cars. C.) Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side.. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN!
The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; and even then,
it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked ‘for help’ into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late
and she thought it was weird.. The police told her ‘Whatever you do, DO NOT
open the door..’ The lady then said that it sounded like the baby
had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, ‘We already have a unit on the way,
whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.’ He told her that they think a serial killer
has a baby’s cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby.. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby’s cries outside their doors when they’re home alone at night.
10. Water scam! If you wake up in the middle of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your outside taps full blast so that you will go out to investigate and then attack.
Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors! Please pass this on
This post should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on America ‘s Most Wanted when they profiled
the serial killer in Louisiana
I’d like you to forward this to all the women you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle..
I was going to send this to the ladies only,
but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc.,
you may want to pass it onto them, as well.
Send this to any woman you know that may need
to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it
and it’s better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or
a loved one’s life.
I’m putting this to all my followers not just female…
Be safe everyone
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RIP Shirley Temple Black
April 23, 1928 – February 10, 2014
When people ask me to lead them in prayer