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The perfect outfit to wear while cracking a series of endless...

The perfect outfit to wear while cracking a series of endless dick jokes.

I am the master of dick jokes. Don't even act like I'm not. I will wear this shirt and point at a lightpole and say "Can you imagine if my dick was that small?"

logicallypositive:mothernaturenetwork:Go green with...

logicallypositive:

mothernaturenetwork:

Go green with homebrew
What tastes better than a glass of cold beer after a long day? How about a glass of cold organic beer you brewed yourself? A money saver and fun DIY project for the whole family (or at least the 21-and-up members of the family), making beer at home is a satisfying and delicious pastime. Not surprisingly, home brewing also offers several compelling environmental advantages over buying your ale from the store.

Most states don't have laws saying you have to be 21 to brew beer legally. Also, even if you're not an environmentalist, it's still awesome to drink a beverage that you can actually say you made yourself and it's a fun hobby as well

I couldn't agree more. I have been brewing for years now, since like 2005 or something. Mead is really easy to brew (honey, water, yeast) but takes a long time to smooth out…a minimum of 6 months. Beer is awesome. You can do it in a matter of weeks. Get some organic malt extract and go to town. Nothing is more satisfying than copping a buzz I built myself.

piddleprotreats replied to your post: So I'm back to trying to eat healthy.congrats on the...

piddleprotreats replied to your post: So I'm back to trying to eat healthy.

congrats on the lifestyle change. i am juicing for the week. can you explain lacto-ovo? thanks!

Vegetarian with eggs and milk stuff. Normally, that's what I am, but I was surrounded by mounds of bacon, stacks of cheese burgers, tons of BBQ ribs at my last job :)

I went vegan to cleanse a bit. I wasn't going to stay vegan permanently or anything. I've always been pretty vegetarian, since I was kid even…

So I'm back to trying to eat healthy.

Working in a restaurant was bad for my diet…diet as in what I normally eat, not as in trying to lose weight.

I ate like shit when I worked there. Greasy food everywhere! I munched on it all. Then, to top it off, it made me lazy in my own kitchen. I'd cook for 8 or 9 hours and when I got home I didn't want to be near the kitchen, so I ate a bunch of take-out and fast food.

Good thing it was only a 6-week job or I'd probably be dead.

I went totally vegan for three days and now I'm lacto-ovo. Feelin' good. I could never pull off veganism for long periods of time. It's just too much work.

Plus, I fucking love cheese.

New article up, called The War On Poverty. Do me a solid and go...

New article up, called The War On Poverty. Do me a solid and go check it out, maybe even "like" it while you're there :)

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"Buddhism

has sometimes been called an atheistic teaching, either in an approving sense by freethinkers and rationalists, or in a derogatory sense by people of theistic persuasion. Only in one way can Buddhism be described as atheistic, namely, in so far as it denies the existence of an eternal, omnipotent God or godhead who is the creator and ordainer of the world.

Buddhism is not an enemy of religion as atheism is believed to be. Buddhism, indeed, is the enemy of none. A Buddhist will recognize and appreciate whatever ethical, spiritual, and cultural values have been created by God-belief in its long and checkered history. We cannot, however, close our eyes to the fact that the God-concept has served too often as a cloak for man's will to power, and the reckless and cruel use of that power, thus adding considerably to the ample measure of misery in this world supposed to be an all-loving God's creation.

Buddhism does not deny that there are in the universe planes of existence and levels of consciousness which in some ways may be superior to our terrestrial world and to average human consciousness. Yet, according to Buddhist teachings, such higher planes of existence, like our familiar world, are subject to the law of impermanence and change.

These, however, are largely matters beyond the range and concern of average human experience. They have been mentioned here chiefly for the purpose of defining the Buddhist position, and not to serve as a topic of speculation and argument. Such involvement can only divert attention and effort from what ought to be our principal object: the overcoming of greed, hatred, and delusion where they are found in the here and now."

~ Nyanaponika Thera

Read the full essay, Buddhism and the God-idea, here

jonacristel replied to your post: Tonight I went to a strip mall theres just something about your...

jonacristel replied to your post: Tonight I went to a strip mall

theres just something about your writing.

Thank you :) If anyone's interested, there's a signed copy of my book, here. Also of note, I have a new book coming out at the end of October—just in time for Halloween.

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Tonight I went to a strip mall

It was fun. I was on a quest for jeans, maybe a shirt. It's a relatively new strip mall and is killing the old, indoor type mall across the interstate. Target moved to it, leaving vast empty space in its wake. A few others did as well.

So I'm at the strip mall, driving, looking at all the stores. Many things popped into my head, things like "What are Classic Nails?" Momentarily, I imagined old, rusty nails, nails Mozart might have hammered. Fucking classic, man. I was told by the woman in the passenger seat that the sign refered to FINGER nails and TOE nails, not THOSE kinds of nails.

As per usual, I stood corrected.

There was a place called EyeMart, which I assumed was just like WalMart, only with eyes. I nudged the gas a little harder. So many eyes! Creepy.

There was a Men's Warehouse, likely stacked to the rafters with testicles, testosterone, golf clubs, bourbon, tits, and the crumpled sports sections of newspapers. Also, there was the Man Salon with many gorgeous metrosexuals milling about in the front. They were all gazing into mirrors and complimenting each other on how fantastic they smelled. I waved at them but they ignored me, snickering at my caveman beard and uncouth mountain man ways.

Finally, I came to the object of my desire: Gordman's. I parked and went inside, where I found weirdness galore. It was a young person's store and young persons wandered about it, dazed like zombies as they dicked around with their mobile devices. I found a pair of Levi's and tried them on. They fit, so I decided to buy them. I looked for shirts, but they were all stupid.

Having nothing better to do, I wandered the aisles undazed and alert as a sniper on a rooftop. There were many oddities. Too many, in fact, to mention them all. There was a $25 container to put your butter in. Crazy. Butter should not have a nicer apartment than its owner.

I came to a display of fake rocks and knew I had hit the jackpot. I cursed myself for leaving my cellphone at home, for I wanted to capture the moment in pictures to show my grandkids.

"Yep," I'd tell them, "before the riots and the coups, when all people, not just party members, had electricity, there were fake rocks."

"Fake rocks, Grampa Mike?" they'd say in wonderment, and I would proceed to tell them how one Sunday night I came upon a pile of them for sale in a store. Of course, I would have to explain to them what a store was, but I'm sure they'd appreciate my effort.

I spent nearly 20 minutes at the fake rock display, rubbing my eyes and pinching myself. So long, in fact, the woman who rode to the strip mall with me in the passenger seat grew restless, sighed loudly, and announced "I'm going to look at the bras."

"I'll be right here," I told her.

It has been described as America's own royal...

It has been described as America's own royal wedding.

Today, Lauren Bush, granddaughter of former President George Bush the First and niece of former President George Bush the Second, will marry David Lauren, son of Ralph Lauren, in a Western-themed ceremony at his fashion designer father's ranch in Colorado.

The wedding and lavish reception that follows it will feature sunflowers, country music, and Taco Bell.

"We wanted the wedding to be a nod to the common people watching us on tv in their little apartments and trailer houses," said David Lauren. "We wanted to include them in this orgiastic celebration of love."

The Taco Bell, David said, was Lauren's idea. "She wanted to think outside the bun with regard to the food we served, so we chose Taco Bell. Most Americans can't even spell chicken piccata, let alone be expected to know what it is. When they see the paper Taco Bell bags with their sacred grease spots sitting on the hand-carved, gold inlayed oak picnic tables, they'll say to themselves: 'Hey! David and Lauren are just like me!'"

Country singer and offspring of alliteration-happy parents Michael Martin Murphey is providing music. Murphey, America's number one singer of cowboy music and a leading promoter of the 'Western lifestyle', is never seen without his trademark cowboy hat or rootin' tootin' cowboy boots, both of which, along with the guitar he strums, are made in China.

Sunflowers will be a major component of both the wedding and reception.

"He loves those," Carol Socorro of Living Springs Farms told the Durango (Colorado) Herald. "I make six bouquets for him each week when he's here. He likes flowers that grow naturally around here and sunflowers are his favorite. His love for the West isn't an act, even though he spends most of his time in The Hamptons, looking at photos of it and surrounding himself in its decor."

Lauren Bush, 27, is a humanitarian doing all she can to save starving schoolchildren by designing handbags and giving them a percentage of their sales. She also has a busy New York social life and works hard at staying extremely thin so she can make the other wealthy women she hangs out with jealous.

David Lauren, 39, works in his father's fashion business where he has quickly risen up the corporate ladder through nepotism. His salary is well over a million dollars, even though he rarely goes in to the office and can usually be found watching cowboy movies in his 800,000 square foot 'ranch house' out in The Hamptons. Recently, he learned how to drive a pick-up truck.

Lauren considers herself traditional and will be changing her last name to match her husband's. "I think it's so cute when couples do that. Friends and family told me to 'hyphenate' so I wouldn't be Lauren Lauren, but I don't even know what a 'hyphenate' is."

David Lauren and Lauren Lauren will make their home in New York, with frequent vacations to the Western part of the country. Around 2014 or 2015, they plan to divorce.

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So diversity training is where you learn all about stereotypes, how and what groups of people to apply them to, then being ok with it? Wow.

Wouldn't it be easier to just call it racism? It has less syllables. Strange also to think that the people actually training others in diversity are considered by most to be the ANTI-racists.

Sometimes it's just insanely creepy how on the money Orwell was…