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Bad Judgement

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You know what’s fun for me? Assuming video games, porno and booze aren’t available; finding fault.  Yup, I judge stuff so often and so harshly, I’d be called “The Hangin’ Judge” if I had a fancy robe and larger penis. Fortunately, a nickname isn’t necessary to have a negative opinion about anything and everything. So that’s what I do to pass the time between pointless pastimes.

Hate is the new apathy

A wiser man might call this pessimism, but what the fuck does that wrinkle-faced, book lover know anyway? I prefer to think of my uncanny knack of finding something wrong as optimism by process of elimination. In other words, I examine the noun in question and determine whether it is good or not by looking for what might be bad about it.

If you find yourself in a public place, give it a try and watch how quickly you get into it. The time will just fly and your bitterness will grow exponentially. Not sure how to start? Let me give you a scenario from memory.

In a not so recent visit to my doctor’s office to address high blood pressure and other stress -related maladies, I had some time to judge people and things while in the waiting room. My thought process went a little something like this:

Man, how do they expect people to sign in here with such a crappy pen? The chain’s way to short for me to properly swish the “A” in my name. Whatever! I don’t see who came up with this signing in procedure anyway. What the hell are receptionists for if not to sign you in? Now if only I can find a seat in this place that isn’t next to a smelly person carrying a highly contagious disease, I’ll be alright. You’d think a room where people sit and wait would have more comfortable chairs than these.  And with all these sick people around, shouldn’t there be some sort of defense against infection? No, that makes too much sense for this place. We’re all on our own out here. Look, even the fish in the fish tank look ill. One of them looks a day or two away from the ol’ burial at sea (flush flush). It looks like they don’t clean in there either. Christ! I’m entrusting my health in people who can’t keep a goldfish healthy? What the hell’s wrong with me? I’m probably the only sane one in here. I know with certainty that whoever set the television to Jerry Springer wasn’t playing with a full deck. Which one of them was it? I bet that fat one did it. She looks like she sits around watching daytime TV a bit too often. I hope the doctor gives her a free referral for a good health plan soon. Heart disease is a bitch, girlfriend! Oh and speaking of bitch, I bet that brunette right there would love to change the channel and put on some soap opera. Yeah, you love the drama, don’t you? The way she sucks her teeth at people all day, you’d think they’d be a bit cleaner. What the hell is taking so long for them to call me in anyway? I was here for my appointment on time, wasn’t I? Not that the traffic around this area made it easy for me. Shit, the traffic wasn’t even that bad compared to the parking. I wouldn’t even have a spot if I hadn’t beat the hell out of that Bronco’s bumper pulling in. Fuck him! He deserves it for driving such a gas guzzler. People with sports cars are such assholes. Why don’t they ever get sick and have to be in a place like this the whole day wasting their time? Oh great, another tampon commercial on the TV! That’s what we need…because women wouldn’t know that they needed to plug their bleeding orifice once a month without an hourly reminder during every program men watch.

See, it’s easy! Criticizing everyone and everything that comes to mind is cheap entertainment. With a little practice, you too can methodically fill yourself with venom until your hatred festers into a full-blown medical condition. Perhaps an aneurism! No one but your doctor will know just how bitter you are until you finally climb that clock tower with your only true friend: the high-powered rifle with sniper scope.

-King 0f New York

Goldieloxxx This Weeks “US Weekly” gives me the shits

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The TV show “The hills”, staring three ditsy ho’s and a bunch of Buttfuckers, airs on the popular music channel, MTV.  Unfortunately for us, MTV is world famous, so now these dumb shits are too.  So now, when i go to take a crap and these redneck skanks are on the cover of my US magazine, I can’t help but feel…frustrated.  Lauren Conrad, a star on the show, dominated the cover with her low hanging boobies and air brushed smile.  THIS WEEK LAURENS GOING TO TELL US HOW TO SPOT A LOSER.   Hooray, let’s take a look inside. Well, I wish I could tell you what “LC” had to say but the article was printed in a semi transparent, white Italicized font.  I don’t do semi transparent white italicized font.  Thanks a lot US! Now I’ll never find a guy that LC finds worthy of her love thusly mine too.

I’m such a bitch… who am I kidding. I WANT TO BE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just kidding bitch!

Porno for Pirates

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Last night, it occurred to me that mermaids are disgusting delusions of dull-witted seamen combining the two things they know best; fish and stinky prostitutes.  Pirates, among other sea dwellers, perpetuated the mythology of swimming sluts who stank of sushi and today we pretend it’s an innocent fantasy story suitable for children.

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Centuries ago, sailors had very simple lives, when you think about it. They spent most of their time on the ocean with aquatic life being their only external contact. Whenever they reach shore, seamen would look for company at the nearest and cheapest brothel. This company, due to a thriving sex trade and poor hygiene, often included a fish like smell wafting from the under-carriage. Unpleasant as it may seem, this smell was almost a Pavlovian trigger for these men which screamed, “SEX!”

Combining a half-naked woman with a fish tail was almost rational to them. After all, if a promiscuous female is ever waiting for these men on shore, why shouldn’t there also be fishy females waiting under the sea? When you’re dehydrated, on the brink of scurvy and lonely, the idea seems quite appealing.

We modern folks have taken this crazy idea and romanticized it for mass consumption. Movies like “Splash” or “Lady in the Water” paint mermaids as seductive creatures. Unfortunately, the physical beauty of a topless gal from the ocean must get knocked down several notches by that strong fish stench. Even if she magically changes her fish-tail for legs, and you can get past the odor of undersea living, one needs to consider where else that lady from the water has been before you. Has she been violated by a randy porpoise? Perhaps pounded by a killer whale? Is there a chance she’s got “the HIV” from some dirty needles dumped in the sea?

It’s probably fair to say that the average man of today wouldn’t find the prospect of bedding a half-fish/lady attractive. However, that doesn’t mean that the swashbuckling pirates of days gone by wouldn’t consider Disney’s “Little Mermaid” the equivalent of a stag film. I’m sure we could spend quite some time discussing how seashells must chafe a perky aquatic nipple in the salt water. Unfortunately, that will have to wait for another day…

–King 0f New York

My Hollow Ween

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(Back in the 80’s, Whodini said, “The freaks come out at night” and they were right. Coincidentally, Houdini the magician also performed with freaks for eight years of a career cut short by unexpected death. Unexpected death is what I wish upon the people who barge into business establishments on Halloween and demand candy without so much as wearing a costume. Costume jewelry is even more worthless than these “dime a dozen” people that’s not how much they sell it for. Foreskin left uncut, is a bacterial breeding ground. It generates smegma which smells so bad it could make the guys on Jackass gag with disgust. A jackass is a half-breed among other equestrian beasts, yet donkeys and horses never make fun of them. People make fun of retarded people because they usually don’t have a witty reply. Speaking of witty: you know what isn’t? A costume you have to explain.)

Someone needs to explain to me how a pagan ritual like “All Hallows Eve” is embraced by Jews, Christians, Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists and even those dirty Satanist bastards (coming to a neighborhood near you), yet we can’t agree on scientific concepts like evolution. Is a bit of free candy really more compelling than centuries of physical evidence?  The whole thing’s enough to cause a parenthetical stream-of-consciousness at the top of my blog post!

Now that Halloween is over, I feel compelled to express my growing disdain for it. I’m not against people revealing their hidden desires and wearing their fetishes on their sleeves. It’s the orgy of entitlement and greed both parents and their children indulge in, which bothers me. I’m talking about “trick-or-treating” of course. This ritual does nothing but teach children to beg strangers for hand-outs and expect something for nothing.

When you think about it, Halloween is probably responsible for all those people who ask for change out on the street. They must feel that putting on a costume will get people to give them free stuff.  That’s why they wear all those old close and dirt make-up. So I’ve decided that from now on, I’m going to give beggars some candy to feed their inner child. I urge everyone to do the same. Sure, money is nice, but it can’t buy happiness. Hand out sweets and you know it won’t be used to buy crack. Treats also can’t rot teeth which are mostly gone already.

So get out there and spread the Halloween spirit all year long! Give some candy to a bum and tell them Magic Butter told you to do it.

-King 0f New York

Untapped Potential

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This morning, while a stranger pushed his fat ass against the crotch of my non-pleated dress-pants on the subway, I felt something begin to grow. It was the faint tingling of an idea! Now, after nurturing it with large doses of caffeine and malnutrition, it has grown into a remarkable epiphany.

(At this point I’d like any advertising executives, who might be visiting this site to stare at Goldieloxxx banging furries while pretending to do real work, to pay close attention. I am about to give them a free idea which will no doubt get them promoted and have them banging their very own furries in no time!)

We know that advertising is everywhere. PBS, pay radio, internet, video games, and movies all contain both hidden and obvious attacks on your attention. People who promote for a living are constantly trying to find new ways to implant ideas in your brain without you knowing, right?

Well, I think they are missing a major opportunity: Pickpockets! Yeah, I know…it’s against the law to take stuff from people without them knowing. What isn’t against the law however, is giving them free stuff without their knowledge.

A savvy marketing company should hire a bunch of pickpockets to hang out in subways and shopping malls in order to distribute advertising. Nobody would see it coming. Everyone’s attention is so keenly focused on all their personal shit. They’ll never suspect that a stranger is giving them something. In the off chance that a pickpocket does get caught, he can just say, “Hey I just thought you look like a smart consumer and would appreciate this heads-up.”

People would be emptying their pockets at the end of the day and suddenly discover that they have a coupon for “All you can eat haggis at Hank’s Haggis Ho-Down.” Your mark thinks to herself, “I don’t want any intestines at that moment, but I must have kept this coupon for a reason. Next time I’m out, I’ll have to drop by Hank’s.”

With very little effort, a company business card or bad-ass bumper sticker can find its way into unsuspecting consumer purses and pockets. If you want to really boost your sales, just run a TV spot during sweeps to remind folks that the card sitting in their pockets is worth double this week only. Then watch the cash roll in.

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Don’t think you’re doing anything wrong by employing criminals either. The government does it all the time! Whenever some uber hacker breaks through federal security like a Kenyan runner through finish-line tape, he gets a high paying job plugging the same holes he exploited. Really, the pick-pockets will do the same thing. Except as a bonus, you don’t even have to pay these small time criminals. After they successfully complete their assigned task, tell them to screw off. Make sure you have some folding money in one of your pockets when you meet them in person. The thieves will instinctually jack your loot, but that’s just what you want them to do. This way, the skell keeps his street cred by ripping off his employer and you’ll get cheap, skilled labor with no paper trail associating you with them.

Everybody wins: The consumer gets valuable information and SWAG for free. The pickpockets give back to society (while getting to cash in on their talent), and your business grows via word of mouth and Persistent Presence in People’s Pockets. I call it the “PP in PP” effect.

-King 0f New York

Goldieloxxx Why hast thou forsaken thine Moose?!?!

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Open your ears bitches, cause i’m about to bang on your drums! I’m so freakin pissed right now!!!! We’ve had two people have their names selected to win Alvin the moose, and no one has responded.  WTF. I even signed his ass - it’s official!!!You know I have a right mind to keep him for myself.  Alvin means so much to me and as my fan, he should mean something to you.  Soooooooooooooooo, here’s what I’m going to do. The first person to write me an email, explaining why they deserve Alvin, will win the small beast that inspired me so. Now get on it!

Goldieloxxx

ZAgNuTZ Introducing our new blogger Kony

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Late-night Ramblings

Insomnia sucks. It may have been the two cans of Monster energy drink I consumed an hour earlier or the sushi I had for dinner, but for some reason I just couldn’t get to sleep last night. Fortunately, the time I spend laying in my bed and staring at the ceiling affords my mind some room for expansion. I always get my best ideas just before I fall asleep.

Last night I realized that the movie business would completely tank -Hollywood would go under- if movies included smells, as well as sights and sounds. It’s true! The only reason a romantic comedy appears sweet and charming is because we aren’t smelling the heavy make-up caked onto its stars, or the strong sulfur smell pumped out by the generators providing lighting for the scene, or the bacon, egg and hollandaise sauce of the camera operator’s sandwich. We buy into the dashing young super-spy’s sexuality because the pungent odor of his sweaty armpits or the copper-like stink of adrenaline isn’t penetrating our delicate olfactory senses.

Sure, I like to see beautiful starlets on screen as much as the next guy. However, I’d be unwilling to shell out my movie-going-money if I had to endure her halitosis, or worse yet penis breath, because she had a quickie with her boyfriend in the trailer before filming her scene.

What was I saying? Oh yes: My point is that the lack of sleep and peculiar mix of chemicals in me conspire to create some odd thoughts. I’m happy to share them here with you and read what you have to say about them. Let’s just agree to keep our smells to ourselves though. Deal?
–King 0f New York

Goldieloxxx PMS - I know you’re coming

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Like a calm before the storm, so my emotions settled into a quite place awaiting the arrival of the devils crimson cocktail. In just a day or two, the bowls of hell will surface and overwhelm my neurotransmitters and force me to scream obscenities at those most willing to, for lack of a better thing to think that they’re doing, fuck with me.

Let me show you how to live peacefully with a psycho like myself -

1.Women with PMS have fluctuations in serotonin levels. These changes may cause depression and carbohydrate cravings.

What should you do?

Tell me i’m the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen and bring me a giant bowl of Golden Grahams, When I’ve finished the bowl and start to cry, tell me that you’re so proud of me for finishing my bowl and hand me your credit card so I may shop online for things i don’t need but buy anyway because at that time I think you owe me for being so mean.

GABA stands for gamma-aminobutyric acid. This neurotransmitter is important in feeling calm. Uh Oh, what did you do this time?

That’s right, you hit the bitch switch. Don’t worry, there is a simple solution. Simply tell me I’m right, no matter how right you might be. Then follow up with being sorry for( and again not having a better way to describe it) fucking with me

Endorphins are important in the experience of pain and pleasure. Estrogen and progesterone change endorphin levels. This is your opportunity!

This is your chance to increase my levels of pleasure. As you know, I like things. The more things you buy me, make me, give me, the better your chances of surviving the crack heads curve ball.

In closing I’d like to say to all of my fans, that if you don’t want to be the biggest fan of a raging lunatic, send me some love and you’ll receive nothing but love back. Cross me once… then i’ll show up at your door with an alcohol induced hangover, completely sleep deprived, crashing from a caffeine high on the first day of my PMS and shove a rusty nail up your ass - even though half of you would enjoy that.

PERVERTS!!!!!

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Goldieloxxx Let us oh god penetrate Britney Spears

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Of course I’m not speaking sexually, I’m speaking more on a spiritual level. I want to help her, she’s a “lost and found lost and found soul.” I believe that Britney is in need of a double penetration. Once penetrated by me, and then once by her family. Or perhaps she needs to be penetrated three time. Once by me, once by her family and perhaps by her fans. Oh heck and another from her friends. Each of us penetrating Britney ’til she’s bloody and defeated. She will then and only then find the true meaning of life. That there is no meaning, only what penetrates us gives us.

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I HAVE THOSE UNDERWEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Goldieloxxx Mo demands justice for cookie monster, Molly’s not going down without a fight

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It was a sad night for Mo, Goldieloxxx’s brown boston terrier, whose sex partner, Cookie Monster, was found torn to shreds. The culprit has been identified as Molly. Molly, a small French Bulldog also owned by Goldieloxxx, demanded that her lawyer be present but was quickly silenced by a time out in her cage. Upon release Mo demanded that she answer for what she did. Molly had something else in mind. After about 5 minutes of kicking each others asses, the two canines were seen sniffing each others butts - I don’t know about you, but that sounds like my average friday night with one, “Baby Champagne. ” Ha ha… yes!





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