…for sex education to be made mandatory in schools. In India. There’s a lot of people – a majority, in fact – that have no idea about even the anatomy of those nether regions. No wonder we are breeding like crazy. Birth control is something many people won’t even talk about.
…for the country to be a safer place for girls to live in. Can we please stop with the rape culture, already? It’s not culture if bacteria has more of it than you do.
…for people to act more human. I’ve seen animals show more humanity than most people. It’s just plain simple sad.
…for caste system and religious fanaticism and jihad to die. If you want something, talk about it. Don’t try to take claim by force. War, hatred and negativity isn’t the answer. It’s never been and never will be.
A face only a mother could love?
Nah, I think he’s a looker!
Apparently the lobos girls agree!
Patagonian Sea Lions are larger than their northern counterparts, and genetically distinct.
The males can grow up to 8 feet in length and weigh up to 800 pounds.
They have the archetypical lionesque heads with manes of fur, which make them quite impressive.
They are a protected species as there are only an estimated 265,000 of them left in the wild.
Comments are restored and will hopefully work, and I so very much miss hearing from you!!
Cheers to you from El Fin del Mundo, Ushuaia Argentina, the southern most city in the world~
Our characters this evening are Eva Gabor and Inspector Eric Vornoff,
On a distant planet millions of silicone based life forms rise to make their giddy way to Los Angeles where they land as an innocent looking layer of dust.
Our scene opens with a wide-angle shot of an understated Hollywood
Torches light the way to gilded doors guarded by brass gargoyles.
As the doors open we see a horribly mutilated corpse, face down
beneath an ornate rug.
Enter Inspector Eric Vornoff:
Inspector Vornoff: By the Gods, it’s time you knew the truth of the events that transpired here without you knowing! Indeed, who knew silicone would lead to the horror face down before you on the floor.
Eva: More tea, Inspector Vornoff? (She stifles a laugh)
Inspector Vornoff: By the Gods woman! Yes!
Eva: Darjeeling is good for character confusion, darling.
Inspector Vornoff: Character confusion?
Eva: You are not playing Hercules, Darling. (She offers him tea) Drink this:
it’s made from the teabag of identity.
(Inspector Vornoff drinks the tea and blinks. Then he reaches into his
trench coat and for a notebook and pen)
Inspector Vornoff: Your cheeks, when did they go all floppy?
Eva: Last night I heard an explosion followed by the sound of plonging.
Inspector Vornoff: Plonging?
Eva: You know darling, like when your toilet is clogged, you plonge it
Inspector Vornoff: I see, (He jots this down in his notebook) continue.
Eva: I went back to sleep and when I awoke my cheeks were floppy
and this horribly mutilated corpse was on the floor.
Inspector Vornoff: Who is this horribly mutilated corpse?
Eva: It’s Porcelain, the maid.
Inspector Vornoff: And now my dear, I must ask you a personal question.
Eva: I won’t have sex with you!
(Inspector Vornoff rolls his eyes)
Inspector Vornoff: Is your face…natural?
Eva: Define natural, darling.
Inspector Vornoff: Were you born with it.
Eva: (snorts) No one is born with a face full of rocks!
(Extreme close up: Inspector Vornoff)
Inspector Vornoff: So you see dear friends. (Pan to corpse) A corpse with no bounce and no shine, and a woman without mass. It all has a terrible consistency, a diabolical design–
Eva: Aliens shucked my face.
Inspector Vornoff: Aliens shucked your face?
Eva: For the rocks, darling. (Eva bobby pins her cheeks to her hairline) It’s too sad.
(Enter the Hysterical Man)
The Hysterical Man: Are you Hercules?
Inspector Vornoff: Maybe yes, maybe no.
The Hysterical Man: (hysterically) I was rehearsing in the back of my limo, I have the lead in the Johnny Weissmuller story; it’s a fabulous opportunity! As I was reading the soliloquy, I heard a strange sound.
Eva: An explosion?
The Hysterical Man: Yes! And a plonger!
Inspector Vornoff: What happened?
The Hysterical Man (sobs) My chest is gone!
Inspector Vornoff: Let me see.
The Hysterical Man: (reluctantly opens his shirt)
Inspector Vornoff: By the Gods!
Eva: (offers the The Hysterical Man a few bobby pins): Do something
with those nipples, darling!