Firstly, if you make alcohol a mystery to your children, then this is just going to make them even more curious about it when their time comes. From when they are young, you should allow them to sip at an alcoholic drink at meal times, or even have one of their own mixed very weakly with lemonade or another soft drink. This means that once they’re legally able to buy alcohol themselves, they’re not going to rebel against you and just go and drink as much of it as they can. They’re not going to be wondering what it tastes like, as they will have already tried it, nor are they going to think that they are cool for drinking it because it will have just been something that they were brought up being able to drink. It is also important that you set an example to them as well. It is up to you if you want to get drunk, however to do this in front of your children would not be good parenting. This would mean that they would see that being drunk is the norm, and this should not be the case at all.

When they are in their teens, you should tell them that you don’t mind them having a drink at parties, as long as they tell you what they want and then let you buy it for them. You don’t want them to get into the habit of buying alcohol on their own when it isn’t legal, as this is only going to get them into a lot of trouble in the long term. Tell them that you trust them not to drink anything other than what you’re buying for them, and that if they betray that trust, you’re simply not going to allow them to take alcohol or a party again or, if they’re young enough to still be under your control, go to the party at all.

It is important that you talk about the dangers of drinking to them. If you know of somebody who has damaged themselves seriously with alcohol, or even died because of it, then this is a good story. You don’t want to scare them, and they need to understand that alcohol can be fine in small amounts, but it is very important that they do understand just how problematic an actual binge can be to their own bodies. 

Its not because of the quality. Cheap alcohol means people can get drunk for a tenner in some parts of the UK. I decided to write an article after reading a report about young people in Newcastle about young people getting so drunk that some of them ended up being taken to hospital.

One of the reasons they were drinking so much is because drinks were so cheap. Here is a couple of examples: A bar was offering two cocktail jugs for just £10, and one club was offering a triple shot of vodka and vimto for just £2.50.

I’m not saying the price of alcohol is completely to blame but it certainly doesn’t help the problem when for £20 you could get completely wrecked.

I asked people if the prices of alcohol would help the problem and this is what they said:

“ Sensible drinkers shouldn’t be penalized by having to pay more for alcohol just because some idiots choose to drink far more than is necessary or safe. Leave alcohol prices as they are.”  

“ They raised the price of cigarettes to a very high price but people still smoke. If the price of alcohol is raised people will still do it. Maybe the better way would be to raise the price of certain alcoholic drinks that people use to binge drink, like all those nasty cheap white ciders that you see for sale in corner shops that are 5 litres for £3.00 etc. that is just ridiculous.”

“ The grand experiment in the USA in the 1930’s showed what happens when alcohol becomes scarce. Organized crime made millions and gang warfare broke out over supplying cheap alcohol to the consumer.

Raise the price and you make it unavailable to people of a certain income. Some entrapenuer will step in and start selling it on the black market at prices affordable to all. Soon gangs form and fight over distribution of the alcohol. 

The second problem is people start making their own alcohol, and if not done right, can cause blindness and central nervous system problems. 

It is better to have a clean product available without the gang warfare.”

The deceased was found dead then in her Bedford, New York home on Wednesday. She was 52years old.

Mary Kennedy, a designer by profession and was said to have been battling with alcohol and drugs.

She got married to the son of the late Senator Robert F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy who is an environmentalist and lawyer in 1994.  

The couple had 4 kids.

Mr. Kennedy however filed for divorce in May, 2010 for some reasons yet to be really understood.

Smoking tobacco has killed millions over the years, it is toxic and contains nictoine that makes you become addicted. Cannabis does not have toxins that make your lungs go black (tar), it does not have all carcinogens that give you cancer, and it does not have a substance that makes you addicted to it. So why on earth is Cannabis illegal?

Drinking alcohol also kills thousands. Drink driving, a drunken brawl in the pub or just a drunken mishap. Yet both of these are sold worldwide and are one of the biggest imports. There have been NO reported deaths from the use of Cannabis.

I know that there are many people out there who still smoke Cannabis and they shouldnt have to be in fear of being caught. It loosens you up makes you feel good, but does not kill you or make you do stupid things that could lead to your death. If it did not loosen you up why would it be used medically? Its a pain depressent, a pick up drug, the world would be a better place if people could blaze up with no worry of being caught.

Probably due to period dramas and school history lessons, I think most of us have grown up wearing rose tinted glasses and thinking that the world encompassed a much more disciplined and moral social structure prior to the 1960s “years of enlightenment” so it may be interesting for you to discover that 100 years ago drugs were readily available for common consumption and, on the whole, governments considered alcohol abuse to be the greater evil.

Before the 1912 International Opium Convention narcotics were trafficked across the world with scant intervention by authorities but the 1912 Convention committed countries across the world to stop trading in opium (produced from the dried residue of poppies), morphine and cocaine.  On the whole this drug was supposedly used for its “anaesthetic properties” but needless to say, things had got a little out of hand and use for “recreation” began in earnest.

The US embraced this document wholeheartedly, and the British said they were happy to go along with it and sign it although perhaps not quite as enthusiastically as the US!  In fact, Britain had fought two wars against China back in the 1800s in favour of the importation of opium.

Pre 1912

The opium wars saw us good old stiff upper lipped Brits battling the Chinese as we regularly shipped copious amounts of the drug through India and into China before it finally arrived on the shores of our “Sceptred Isle”.  However, China viewed the drug much as we view it today and were keen to restrict the amount being trafficked through their country.

Joe Public in the UK was able to buy opium, cocaine and poisons such as arsenic readily over the chemist’s counter and it if you’d lived or worked in any of our major ports in the UK, you would have found it amongst ordinary cargo being unloaded, and in 1785 The Times actually listed opium from Symya (now called Izmir) in Turkey in amongst oil from Leghorn (now Livorno) in Italy and peas from Dantzic (now Gdansk) in Poland being unloaded from a ship in London.

I was particularly interested to learn that, come the early part of the 19th century, travellers coming into my sleepy little home county of Norfolk UK were warned not to drink the beers and ales served in taverns as it could well be laced with opium.  At that time, opium was considered to be a great boon to ward off malaria which flourished in our wide expanses of wetland, known as the fens.  I suspect this laced booze was most prevalent in Great Yarmouth and King’s Lynn, our major ports.  But this drug was not only prescribed for malaria, it was also promoted as a cure for coughs and colds and was often given to “patients” for all manner of ailments in the form of laudanum – a concoction of opium mixed with alcohol.

Balmoral Castle, Scotland

Amongst the great and the good who were believed to have imbibed in this “wonder drug” were, most notably, Queen Victoria who ordered the stuff from the royal apothecary at Balmoral in Scotland and she is understood to have enjoyed a touch of opium gum with a very young Winston Churchill (later to become Prime Minister).

A Young Winston Churchill

And apparently Prime Minister William Gladstone took opium in his tea or coffee before he “took to the stage” when making speeches.  No wonder our British Empire turned to dust!!

In 1868 the Pharmacy Act was passed which restricted the use of opiates but, like so many Acts passed by the government over the years, it really wasn’t very effective.  It stated that any opium user had to provide a name, address and other personal details to the chemist before the drug could be handed over at the counter.

Limehouse, London (early 20th century)

Being an avid fan of Victorian history, it had, I suspect due to period dramas and Victorian based novels, been my belief that hundreds of bored aristocrats who had nothing better to do would lurk amongst the unruly and unwashed members of society in the east end of London doped up to their eyeballs on opiates or contracting sexually transmitted diseases from the vice dens, particularly those in Limehouse where the Chinese sailors settled but, according to recent research, there’s no real evidence that this was the case.  Thinking on it, I’m now considering that some aristocrats could undoubtedly be found there but feel it more likely that these “jolly good chaps” would prefer to mix with their own classes and imbibe in a gallon or two of good wine and have a flutter at the gaming tables, then stumble back to their gentlemen’s clubs to crash out in comfort and be waited on hand and foot following a “binge and a flutter” night.

Oscar Wilde

The belief that the upper crust of our British society spent hours in opium dens was further enhanced in Oscar Wilde’s “The Picture of Dorian Gray” where he referred to the fact that you could “buy oblivion” and “horrors and memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new”.  However, around that time, the intake of opium which was considered a drug of misery was fast becoming old fashioned in favour of the more uplifting cocaine and of course, the most famous fictional character who took cocaine to lift his spirits was none other than Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes who injected it to lift him from depression. 

Arthur Conan Doyle

It also became particularly popular with the more Bohemian members of our society – those arty farty intelligentsia and often highly strung artistic people who maintained it was vital to open up their minds when they needed a spot of artistic stimulation.

Fortunately the US didn’t perceive cocaine as a vital artistic stimulant and were more concerned with the association there with street gangs and, ultimately, with the usual (and still prevalent!) propaganda that this drug sent “black men insane” and thereby put poor defenceless little white women at risk.  This obviously had a knock on effect to drive the US to sign up to the 1912 Act.

Post 1912

Although the Act undoubtedly reduced the importation of drugs it didn’t stop individual  users and when the Great War (World War I) broke out in 1914, opium and cocaine were still legal drugs in Great Britain.  During the second year of the war there was concern over the general intake of alcohol in the front-line ranks which it was considered may have a significant detrimental effect on the progress of the war so, in 1915 stricter licensing laws were passed which led to a hive of underground “vice dens” particularly in the more theatrical area of London, through which so many of our gallant troops travelled before being shipped overseas.  Some of our gallant troops it seems were not particularly “gallant” however, and on passing through London headed to the brothels or made good use of the prostitutes within this area and this was a criminal offence.  With the new strict drink licensing laws it soon became apparent that brothels were selling sex alongside the still readily available opium and cocaine.  The government therefore brought in emergency legislation to restrict the use of drugs.

Towards the end of the war in 1918 journalists were keen to find another outlet for “shock factor” articles and began delving more into the seedy side of drug taking, most notably amongst theatrical celebrities.  One of the most famous scandals was based around the death of popular actress Billie Carleton.

Billie Carleton

Billie had attended an opium party the night before her death in 1918 and the inquest revealed that she had died from an overdose of cocaine.  Her friend, one Reginald de Veulle was subsequently charged with manslaughter and conspiracy to supply a prohibited drug.  He had bought the drug from a woman called Ada and her Chinese husband Lau Ping You in Limehouse, London.  However, de Veulle was acquitted of the manslaughter charge but was found guilty of supplying Billie with the cocaine and for this crime he received an eight month prison sentence.  Ada was sentenced to five months hard labour and her husband was fined £10.

Eventually, in 1920, the emergency action which had been put into place during the war, was made permanent in the Dangerous Drugs Act of 1920.

Freda Kempton

Another case which caught the public’s attention in the media was that of Freda Kempton, a  young dancer, who was found dead after taking an overdose of cocaine in 1922.  The journalists, who it seemed were targeting the Chinese community in connection with any drug death incidents, had a field day with this case as it involved a “poor young woman” who had obviously been seduced by a Chinaman, an entrepreneur known as Billy “Brilliant” Chang. 

Billy “Brilliant” Chang

Freda had been with Mr Chang on the night she died.  Needless to say, this did nothing to aid inter-racial harmony and it became apparent that the Chinese community as a whole would come under fire from the “native” British people who now considered that every Chinese man was out to ensnare innocent white women with his charismatic manners and force them to use drugs.

However, following the Kempton case this panic amongst the British that cocaine was having a considerable effect on our innocent little women, the fire dwindled and was soon extinguished although drugs were known to be dealt in Limehouse and in the “red light district” of Soho and, once the drug laws came in banning the use of cocaine and opium, the problem was so insignificant it was easily dealt with by the police.

The real drug problem began after World War II during the “baby boom” period which saw the rise of rebellious teenagers throughout the 1950s and 1960s.  These young people, due to the more modern and speedier transport links, were able to travel further afield and those who were getting into drugs at the time travelled to Morocco to smoke hash or find areas where they could get hold of amphetamines.

It was at this time the police found they were beginning to have problems containing the importation and taking of drugs and their efforts weren’t helped by various powerful international cartels.

And as we all know, this problem is still rife today – it seems the governments and law enforcement agencies are fighting an ever losing battle to get this deadly crime under control and I suspect that despite their increased efforts to stamp out illegal drugs, sadly there’ll always be a criminal out there who can find a way of outwitting them.

By Frank Andrews

Occured-September 2011

     It had always been a mystery for me as to why Tucker Max hasn’t settled down and finally given into the trap known as monogamy. He is about 9 years my senior after all (I don’t know his exact age as I’ve only read his material and not done a background check on him. I’m a fan, not a stalker.) I mean he has been in monogamous relationships before and ever since he found fame from his writing (He made Time magazine’s list of 100 most influential people for christ sakes) he has to have found at least one women with the right chemistry to settle down with right? I mean going threw women like they are kleenex’s is fun for awhile and never really gets old but the paranoia from having multiple sex partners does (STD’s, unplanned illegitimate kids from sluts whose only cognitive function is memorizing Jersey Shore re runs, fuck buddies throwing salt in your G.A.M.E. etc.).

     It wasn’t till I met ButtonNose that I finally understood why. While hooking up with random girls and writing about it is a shit load of fun it does come with consequences due to girls that I am currently hooking up with having internet connections and going on to my blog to read my stories about hooking up with other girls. Kind of funny considering that women go on and on about wanting guys to be honest. God forbid I actually call their bluff. The following is about a girl that I was definitely considering the prospect of monogamy with and how my stories left me holding my dick in my hand. Yea, yea laugh it up douchebags.

     I had recently started working at this gym in downtown Charleston. It’s a pretty sweet gig where usually the most complicated task is vacumming up dust from under treadmills and stairmasters. An added plus is that it gives me plenty of time to write. I almost always work the third shift which meant I got off at 10pm and after freaking out CofC meat heads by squatting 200 lbs more than them on average while being 60 lbs lighter (without having ever done steroids in my life). After getting off I would usually head down to DiveBar for cheap drinks and cheap women.

        One night I was sitting in there minding my own business and getting my beer goggles on when ButtonNose sat next to me.  She was pretty cute and definitely fuckable so I started engaging her in conversation to see where things could go when she asked me what my deal was:

Frank: “I’m a narcissistic ginger that likes dead baby jokes.”

       The fact that she actually laughed at that told me that she actually had a personality and was someone worth hanging out with. The fact that she invited me to come with her to this bar next door called Molly Darcy’s and proceeded to buy me drinks once we got there told me she was down to fuck. As we got in there she came up to me with a beer in hand and I was definitely impressed (and relieved since my funds were more flatlined than Greece). The guys that she was tagging along with were pretty funny in an Alan from The Hangover sort of way, I.e. they were hipsters that actually have a sense of humor.

        While me and ButtonNose were cracking up over her hipster buddies, one of them whom I went to middle school with, we kept chatting and doing the whole “getting to know each other” thing so I could go Call of Duty on her with my tactical insertion perk. She had this happy go lucky attitude about her that I found very attractive, which more than compensated for her A cup tits. Along with her personality she also made up for her “flat feet” with a great ass. She reminded me of an eternallly optimistic Renee Zelwegger. Oh yeah did I mention she was paying for my drinks? Ladies let this be a lesson on how to keep a guy like me, a real genuine man around (albeit an asshole). Its the reason why Steak and Blowjob day is starting to gain more traction.

         Once the bars closed the hipster buddy that I went to middle school with, HoneyBear, had the idea of hanging out on a rooftop which I thought was little odd but then again seemed right up hipster/hippie alley. Besides I had a girl that was down to fuck. What do you think I was going to do? Go home and masturbate to internet porn?

        We walked over to HoneyBear’s Volvo, hopped in, got dropped off by my car, and followed HoneyBear over to the roof top that they were talking about. The rooftop used to be a restaurant but like everything else in that building including the night club it had shut down a long time ago. This meant you couldn’t exactly walk in through the front door or take the elevator. What it meant was the price of admission would be Jason Bourne-level shit:

1. Walking up stairs behind this pita restaurant

 2. Jumping and grabbing onto the steel overhang on the locked steel gate

3. Using it to pull myself up and using the momentum to transfer my right hand on the roofs ledge

4. Using the hand positioning to do a move in crossfit called a muscle up get my body on the roof.

     After getting myself onto the roof me and HoneyBear helped to pull ButtonNose up that put this HUGE scratch on her thigh. However, just like how I would later on find out about her mid-coitus (seriously if you’ve read my stories you would know that isn’t a spoiler), she was a trooper and could take a beating. I pulled up these other two sorostitutes that I invited single handedly which amazed the shit out of them. I can do hammer curls with 100lb dumbells. Pulling up 120lb undergrads with B cups is easier for me than charming fat chicks with pizza and selling them on the health benefits of crazy porno-style sex.

     Once we were all up HoneyBear started giving us a tour after hopping on this ledge in order to scale a wall 30 feet up with only concrete and broken glass to absorb his impact if he felt the urge to commit suicide by testing Newton’s theory. Now I’m not a pussy by any means but I do have a thing with heights and watching HoneyBear channel his inner Spiderman was an impressive feat to say the least. Once he scaled about 20 feet out he hopped over the wall and opened the door to give us the grand tour (the rhyming is purely accidenal, I’m not Young Buck).  He showed us all of the industrial size freezers and refigerators. For some reason seeing this gave me images of the Saw movies minus the shitty acting. My mind was quickly put at ease by looking at ButtonNose’s ass.

    Me and ButtonNose snuck off and did a little adventuring of our own and went out to one of the ledges that gave a great view of the entire roof top. We caught eyes and started making out. I’ve always found it that most women are naturally good kissers (there proobaby is a correlation between that and why they are supposedly great at cunninglus as well) but she was exceptionally good. It was one of those kissers that would have you harder than diamond tipped rebar. We kept it at just making out. Contrary to popular belief I don’t expect nor get pussy on the first night of hanging out with a girl that is obviously down to fuck. It has happened but that’s because we both wanted it and couldn’t hold back the urge anymore (ala me and HotTeacher). Sexual tension is a lot like a black hole in. You can fight the pull of it to a certain point but once you cross the event horizon there is no escape. Kind of funny when you realize how pussy runs the world and the similarites it has to how blackholes regulate the universe isn’t it? Needless to say we were heading to a singularity, and by singularity I mean my penis in her vagina.

     As we were about to leave ButtonNose started to complain about her leg and I have to admit that it looked pretty gnarly. It didn’t require stitches but it did require first aid. Luckily there was a first aid kit behind the desk at the gym and since I had keycard to get in there I figured that would be the best option.  We all climbed down to the stairs, walked down to the parking lot,  and hopped into HoneyBear’s Volvo. We pulled up to the gym and went in to get the first aid kit. I pulled out some bandages and tape which I took outside to tend to ButtonNose’s wounds with an efficiency that would make House M.D. proud. Once I finished I realized that I had to go back inside to put the first aid kit up so I reached into my pocket to get my……….errrrrrrrrrrrr……………….SHIT!…..I LEFT GODDAMN KEYS ON THE DESK!!!……….

      Why was this a problem you ask? The key card I used was on my key chain and that was the only way to disengage the magnetic lock on the door. Then I had an idea. The gym I was working at is the main gym used by College of Charleston students since their tuition pays for their memberships and they could get in with their student ID as long as it was registered with the gym. I called my buddy SabreTooth to see if he was still out since i saw him at Molly Darcy’s. He picked up and said he would be there in 5.

7 minutes later…

     SabreTooth pulled up, hopped out of his car, and walked to the door to try his card.  No luck.

     About a week went by before we hung out again at DiveBar. The attraction was even stronger now being that some time went by. The entire time in there revolved around flirting and making out by the front door of DiveBar while orbited by brief spurts of conversation. We eventually rolled out to some other bars to hang out with her friends before walking back to her car.  Once we got into her car things started to got and heavy. Before I knew it, I was sucking on her A cups like it was a keg stand. She was very fond of where this was going which she expressed by having me drive her back to her place. Once we got into her place we were in her bedroom and had our clothes off faster than Road Runner could go, “Beep! Beep!” and leave Wile E. Coyote eating his dust.

    The sex was really good except for the fact that we could only go once since I only had one condom which amazingly didn’t break considering how aggressively I have been known to bash a g-spot. Other than that it was great including the fact that she could actually hold a conversation while having her meat clam stuffed like like ground pork into what ever the fuck casing German butchers use to make sausage. Overall I gave her an A- on the Ginger Intercourse Scale. She came off as sweet and innocent in public but was a freak in the sheets. Throwing in the fact that she could handle her liquor, paid for my drinks, and could hold a conversation it was no surprise that I was considering the prospect of monogamy with her. I hadn’t felt like this since I first started dating HotTeacher.

     While riding back to my car I started to tell her about how I kind of have a habit of hooking up with random women and writing about it online which she seemed cool with. I even read her a few of my stories post coital which she seemed to genuinely find humorous and entertaining. We hooked up a couple more times and each time was awesome. We would 69, she gave great head, and she loved taking it from the doggy position. I nearly wrecked the wall from how hard the the headboard was bashing it due to us fucking like rabbits on crank. What she lacked in tits she made up for in skill and enthusiasm including the fact that she swallowed. When a woman is consciously willing to swallow my cum while sober then she immediately qualifies for monogamy in my book. I actually just got hard writing that.

     A few days after that she started to complain about some of my stories about hooking up with other girls and then I didn’t hear a peep from her which was confusing (I realize now in hindsight it shouldn’t have been). No texts, no phone calls, nothing.

2 months later…….

      I was hanging out in DiveBar doing some drinking when ButtonNose moseyed on in with her friends and took a seat at the bar. It was awkward to say the least. Here is a girl that went completely ghost on me with no explanation as to why. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why, but I still wanted to hear it from her. After going back and forth about it I decided that walking up to the bar and making small talk before asking the $64,000 question would be the best course of action. After making nice with her and her friends I proceeded to ask her about why she stopped talking to me:

ButtonNose: “I read your stories and I kinda had to take two steps back”

    We made small talk after that. I have to be honest, I was a little peeved about it. It wasn’t solely the fact that she backed off because of my stories. It was that fact that she said she was cool with my stories and then acted the exact opposite. Ladies, this is what will drive a man more insane than being forced to watch the Westminister Dog Show live. Just don’t be a hypocrite.

   And guys let this be a lesson. If you like the prospect of monogamy then it’s not a great idea to talk about your past hook ups nevermind writing about them online. Sure it will attract sluts which can be awesome with the right mind set (I.e. the one of a narcissistic asshole like myself) but if you want a steady gf/fiancee/wife then you might want to follow the old addage, “A gentleman never tells.” Or you could just be like me, fuck the shit of anything that is disease free and willing, blog about it online and get entertained by the fallout. Just don’t be surprised if it leaves you with a case of blue balls everyonce in a while.

2. The long term effects of drinking include loss of brain cells.

3.  It can also cause you to gain a lot of weight if you drink it over a long period of time.

4. Organs are affected by the consumption of alcohol.

5. Drunk driving is one of the worst crimes that some one can commit and it comes with a penalty that is just as severe for the crime.

Beer is one of the most popular drinks in the United States. I ask that everyone that likes to drink beer still drink beer.

I just ask that you do so responsibly so that you do not hurt yourselves or others.

Male and Female Fruit Flies

A study has been taking place at the University of California, in San Francisco, into the secret life of the fruit fly and it seems that male fruit flies who are rejected by females drink more alcohol than those who find a willing sex partner!

The research has shown that this binge drinking is probably due to a chemical which is replicated in the human brain.  The chemical neuropeptide Y in humans seems to be extremely similar to neuropeptide F which can be found in the fruit fly.

Th chemical appears to go into overdrive when a sex driven human (or fly!) is rejected and it basically tells the brain to settle for an over indulgence of alcohol to compensate for lack of sex.

So how did the University of California go about this research?

A number of male fruit flies were taken and placed in a box with several virgin females who succumbed to the males chat up lines and salacious sexual appetites.  In a separate box, male flies were placed with the slutty, recently satiated girls who’d obviously had their fill and decided to give the males the brush off.

Following this, the males were then given two choices of food – their normal fare or normal fare laced with 15% alcohol.  The males who’d recently mated with the virgin flies went for their normal food, whereas the majority of those who’d been deprived of a bit of nooky headed straight for the wine bar and went on a bit of a bender!  It’s thought that this works on the basis that if you can’t have the reward you were expecting (in this case sex) then you compensate by going for the next best thing (i.e. alcohol).

Following this revelation, the scientists decided to look for a connection between the sex deprivation and hitting the bottle and came across the neuropeptide F theory.

According to tests carried out on the flies, the rejected males had a lower level of this chemical than those who’d ended the night making whoopee so those poor saps had hit the bottle to compensate.  In fact, the mated flies actually had an elevated level of the chemical.

This research has basically come up with the suggestion that rejected males whether they be insect or mammal, often turn to the bottle when they’re rejected by the women in their lives.

At the moment, nobody is willing to put their head on the block to confirm definitely that this is how the land lies but scientists are now hoping that the research, if it progresses still further, might just aid them in the treatment of alcohol and drug abuse.

I am just wondering if this research might be relevant to a discovery several years back that reckoned women who lived on their own and didn’t have husbands or boyfriends to satisfy their sexual needs were relatively happy to settle in front of the TV of an evening with a big bar of chocolate!

Also, can the so called American “Justice” (scare quotes) system finally put this clown away for good? How many chances do people get these days? Does being a C-list celebrity grant you the same immunity from the law as A-listers get? Ugh it disgusts me. The fact that I care enough to write about this also disgusts me. This world is so full of things that are so much more newsworthy than this scumbag and his inability to not suck.

Bobby Brown (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The face that launched a thousand wife beater jokes.

Should we blame the movie (Project X) or the actions of morons? I know that young people are very impressionable, but I think many parents need to give their teenagers a spanking and tell them to stop being lazy hippies and get a job. I don’t know what is so great about getting drunk. I guess when your life is rock bottom, you can just drink your worries away.

I wonder if any obese or ugly people were invited to this party? Or maybe it was a party for only beautiful people. In that case, I wish I had gotten an invitation. The only thing that would stink is getting shot. But yeah, I think Americans need to lay off the partying. They don’t know how to throw a party without pulling out guns. It’s really sad, and a lot of them don’t know how to outrun the police.