March 2007
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Posted by John A. Facade on 10 Mar 2007 | Tagged as: Gadgets, Guy Stuff
Toilet Gadgets? Oooh yeeaaaa…
Here’s the Brondell Breeza, a deodorizing toilet seat that’s available in two different models. The Basic Breeza is battery operated and just keeps that stench down to a manageable level, while the Breeza Warm (pictured above) plugs into the wall and actually has a heated seat for those of you who live in the cold (silly people).
Both have that delightful gentle closing seat and lid that can help you at least keep some of those obnoxious bathroom noises to a minimum. Both models have an automatic quiet fan that draws odors into a replaceable activated carbon filter, and then there’s some sort of fragrance that you can place into the works as well. The Breeza battery operated seat can be installed in just 15 minutes according to the company; of course the heated seat’s installation might be more complicated if you don’t have an outlet nearby.
Posted by John A. Facade on 05 Mar 2007 | Tagged as: Video Games
Need another game to put on your radar? Well, if Army of Two isn’t already there, then it’s about time you started paying attention. Forget the fact that my favorite publisher EA is involved and just look at this thing. It’s friggin’ impressive.
Ever since I saw it at last year’s E3, I’ve been dying to hear and see more of it in action. This latest vid is just one more example of why next-gen gaming is something to really be excited about — at least I am.
Posted by John A. Facade on 04 Mar 2007 | Tagged as: Porn
Most women like the bad boys. Sure, the evolved woman says that she wants a sensitive, caring and gentle man. However, the female of the species, just like the males, are ruled by primitive instincts. They want a dominant buck when it comes time to fuck. Maybe, that same animal desire explains why some dudes, me included, appreciate nasty chicks, as you see on Bike Babes.
I’ll never be a motorcycle-riding stud, like the site’s main star, Hunter. We all know putting a dweeb like me on a hog wouldn’t turn me into a mean, lean biker man. I’d just seem like a geek on wheels. Therefore, I to live vicariously through this dangerous-looking fellow as he goes on the prowl for pussy, picking up sluts as cruises the bad side of town on his badass Harley.
The ladies are the trashy sort. It’s all bad bleach job blondes, brunettes with tattoos and piercings, bitches in shades wearing bandanas. They’re the cheap tarts you’d expect to see in a trailer park. Nothing is sexier than is a babe pulled fresh from the tin can she’s living in, down in the hood precariously placed in the middle of some tornado alley somewhere.
If you think such reality-based smut exists only in the make-believe-world of porn, think twice. There are real harlots on Harleys of the Kiwi-variety, down in New Zealand, exuding massive amounts of sex appeal with a zeal for riding topless, no less. According to Ian Stewart, reporting on the website Stuff.co.nz (03/02/07), a parade of motorbikes with bare-breasted babes filled the streets of Christchurch.
The event promoted the opening of the Erotica Lifestyles Expo down at the Christchurch Convention Centre. Nine sets of tits circled through the inner city, accompanied by four greased up musclemen, on Harley Davidson bikes. The watching crowd’s response varied, but mostly men were attracted to the action.
Mr. Stewart found a few women responded negatively, while the males appreciated the scene. One dude named, Kliff Tappin proclaimed, “People say sex and perversion are wrong but look at it - when it’s free to the public, half the city comes out.”
Meanwhile, the judgment call made by Ms. Roberta Hannah and an anonymous gal pal lunching at an outside cafe along the route, was considerably less supportive, “Overrated, totally and utterly tacky. I can think of better things to do with my lunch hour.”
I hate to sound cynical, but poor Roberta seems to think it’s better to use her lunchtime to whine about sour grapes. I only wish that my dinnertime today was going to come with such a hot, free, live show, instead of just, its probable cold backdrop of mounds of snow.