Oh the story about the family who named their eldest child Adolf Hitler Campbell! The pharmacy won’t put the name on a cake, the Wal-Mart will, they are nazis! So much intrigue.
Here is a great quote for people who like the feeling of wanting to rip their own faces off because of this crazy world that we live in:
The Campbells have swastikas in each room of their home, the rented half of a one-story duplex just outside Milford, a borough in Hunterdon County. They say they aren’t racists but believe races shouldn’t mix.
The Campbells said they wanted their children to have unique names and didn’t expect the names to cause problems. Despite the cake refusal, the Campbells said they don’t expect the names to cause problems later, such as when the children start school.
Oh and also:
Heath Campbell said some people like the names but others are shocked to hear them. “They say, ‘He (Hitler) killed all those people.’ I say, ‘You’re living in the wrong decade. That Hitler’s gone,’” he said.
YEAH!Get real Holocaust survivors and anyone else with common sense, this ain’t yo momma’s Hitler. It’s Hitler 2.0.
I have made a cake for the parents, it is made outof punches.
Hey guys, if you’re going to post a link to a butt sandwich or naked German shit sex, please include some sort of warning. It can be small, you don’t have to include a spoiler, but some of us have jobs.
My ladybone just extended to its full 9.5 inches (fully functional).
A conversation between Rahm Emanuel and Rod Blagojevich. Read the whole thing.
EMANUEL: Shut the fuck up and listen to me for one second Rod. And I want you to listen carefully, because this is the last time I’m ever going to talk to you. You are fucking dead to me. You been fucking dead to Barack since ‘06, now you’re dead to me. Know what that means? That means you’re dead to my people in Chicago, Daley on down, and all these friends you think you have aren’t gonna touch you with a ten foot fucking pole.
BLAGO: Oh now you’re the fucking Godfather? Fuck you.
EMANUEL: No fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
BLAGO: Fuck you!
EMANUEL: Listen up asshole. The shit’s gonna hit the fan, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, and when Fitz finally brings down the hammer it’s gonna be my name that’s going through your head. You won’t know the hows or the fucking whys, but it’s gonna have my fucking fingerprints all over it. Have a great life fatso.
My friend is working on his thesis film project and he needs some office slaves who love to decorate their cubicles. Maybe you’re not that guy, but the chatty Cathy next to your open-concept workspace is?
Help him out. Find a crazy office lady and you’ll be rewarded with eternal salvation from YOU KNOW WHO!
Send me an email if you are that person, or you know a person with mad cubicle flair.