they're becoming twin sphincters on his face.

twin sphincters is the name of my glitch-hop post punk experimental project.

She's a crazy kid-lady.

Nobody wants to wake up ten years later and realize they married Mia Farrow.

A woman was arrested Monday afternoon on child cruelty charges after Iredell County Animal Control found nearly 200 children in her 900 square foot home Friday.

Of the hundreds found, 49 had to be euthanized, and the shelter is now trying to quickly find homes for the remaining 149.

The facility only has 65 cages for the children, and the director says they usually only keep one child in a cage at a time.

So far, a few shelters and charities have come forward to take at least thirty of the children.

She says the guys in question say would be fine with it if they were HER kids. Whether that's true, or just an excuse they give is up for debate. What ISN'T a debate is that she doesn't have a "United Nations"-worth of diverse kids in her home; she's got three kids, and she has been raising them on her own. If her dates' concerns were whether she planned to adopt more, if she planned on them being responsible for putting her kids through college, or if they would be able to have any kids of their own making, they should ask her about it instead of just cutting and running and sputtering something about how uncomfortable they'd be being dating a woman who loves children enough to help some who aren't even related to her.

Only damaged people love used kids anyway.

oh that is BRUTAL

Everything this man said is exactly the opposite to even the worst reading of what Jesus might ever have said or meant.

God is dead, and Pat Robertson is fucking the corpse in front of the neighbor's children.

Pat Robertson is a multi-millionaire who walks in the highest circles of temporal power. Every second of his existence is in opposition to Christian principles.

And the lord said "be unfruitful, and decrease the surplus population."

Yeah, put the brain-damaged crack babbies work! Unpaid prison labor isn't enough.

Note the visible censorship that occurs inside of him as he gropes for a camera-fit phrase to use when he brings up that little kid. After scanning his memory banks, a bitterly toned 'colombian' is what he says. I'd love to know what his go to phrase was.

"The West Indians are niggers. These people are WOGS!"

I wondered about her. The last time I saw 700 Club, the co-host was a hideous piece of pre-orgasmic woman jerky.