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NFL Cheerleader Accused of Grabbing 12 Year Old’s Penis of the Day

Best news story ever…or at least for today:

A former NFL cheerleader has been charged with aggravated sexual battery after allegedly grabbing a 12-year-old boy’s penis outside his pants … and attempting to perform oral sex on him.

42-year-old Elizabeth Garner — who cheered for the Tennessee Titans until 2009 — was also charged with solicitation of a minor for rape of a child.

According to law enforcement, Garner — who is married — is accused of following the 12-year-old to the bathroom during a party last month hosted by the boy’s mother, grabbing his penis over his shorts … and attempting to remove them in order to perform oral sex on him.

The boy escaped, told his mother what happened … and the mother then informed authorities. According to police, the boy said Garner asked if he’d ever been with a woman.

During a police interview, cops claim Garner willingly admitted she approached the boy … but said she was drunk and had confused him with an (adult) man at the party. (We’ll see how that defense pans out.)

I wish shit like this happened when I was 12, but I was always the kid no one wanted to molest.

I appreciate her excuse “I was drunK”….which legally doesn’t really hold much of a defense when in court and being charged for sex crimes, like meeting a 17 year old off the internet in Florida one night after she seduced you on chat for the authorities…you know telling you what you want to hear….entrapment.

I also like “I thought it was an adult” cuz 12 year olds and 40 year old men have so much in common in terms of their build now with all the hormones in the food. I mean at the point between tapping him on the shoulder and asking him if he had been with other women before trying to suck him off, you’d think she’d realize he was 12.

Who are we to judge, maybe they do things different in pre-Teennesee.

More importantly, she’s a fucking ex NFL cheerleader, who looks like a hooker, it is not like she’s some top grade morally sound citizen….

Still a good story for her to tell her grandkids about one day.

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Amazing News Story of the Day

This gun in the pink, meth in the stink story really brings a whole new perspective on the world and where we are as a species…and that is in an amazing, entertaining…big vagina-ed place….with little fear of blowin’ our uterus out because our uterus is already blown out…thanks to all the abortions from unwanted sex to fund a meth addiction….and miscarriages….and HPV….that went into shaping this amazing woman in the girl she is today….a Star..who made it on the news….

I may be in love with her…

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Best News Story Ever of the Day

ABC-7.com WZVN News for Fort Myers, Cape Coral

Some naked 21 year old dude named Gregory Bruni…was heard on the roof of some family’s house in Fort Myers…when he got caught, he decided to run into the house, where he tried to steal a TV, avoid getting shot, before shitting in two places and masturbating in the house all at gun point….amazing way to add some excitement to sleepy meth filled Florida….and as far as I am concerned this guy is a fucking hero and a testament to how shitty Florida is….literally.

The funny thing is I’ve done this exact same thing at least once…but I guess it doesn’t count when it is in your own home….

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Plastic Wives…Keeps Her Labia in a Jar of the Day

There was once a time when TLC was called The Learning Channel….when sensationalized garbage like staged reality shows about the plastic surgery obsessed wives of plastic surgeons who think they are god…living in vapid hollywood…creating scary fucking creatures…..who look like fucking science experiments….and one of them….keeps her labia in a jar….kinda like some of you creeps….but a little weirder….since she doesn’t use it for sex…or a memory of the one time you saw a vagina….she keeps it as a reminder of a meaty pussy that was…

What the fuck TLC….what are you trying to learn us here….that you like making money and catering to retard America like shit like Honey Boo Boo and trash like this….our world is fucking doomed…seriously…

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Weirdest Viral Video in the History of Viral Videos of the Day

The other day I tweeted “what’s the weirdest thing you’ve inserted in your vagina”….because it fascinates me that weird things have been inserted in vaginas everywhere…this video proves it.

It was sent in from one of my facebook homies who’s girlfriend I have masturabted to, thanks to those killer vacation pics….and I guess it was his way of thanking me….

It is of a girl inserting a whole chicken in her vagina at a grocery store to steal it….in what is one of the weirder viral stunts I have ever seen….

There’s no way to prove if this was a porn shoot, or fact, or just a couple guys with a genius idea and a girl with a vagina big enough and willing enough to put it to work…

I’d say I hope she doesn’t get Salmonela, but I think it’s safe to say that’s the least of her concerns, if she’s willing to do this kind of thing, I’m sure far worse has been inserted.

It’s the poultry version of soaking your tampon in vodka…It’s funny.

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Amazing Police Video of the Day

Here’s a really hysterical Police Chase video…that I had no choice but to post…because it’s just so random and crazy….spoiler alert…the car drives by the dude recording its house….which I guess is a funny coincidence…if you believe in coincidences…which I don’t…I think everything is set up and planned by government officials…like we live on the Truman Show.


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Hicks are Saying Sandy Hook was a Hoax of the Day

This is really fucking strange….

I know some people who have lost kids in the shooting and I am the first person who hates the media and don’t believe anything I am told by the media…it is population control and brainwashing…I believe a lot of the conspiracies….I mean Kim Kardashian proves that the general public buys into shit they see on TV everyday….but I am pretty sure kids were killed in the Sandy Hook shooting…whether planned, strategic, or whatever….They are saying it is to ban guns, for the democrats to win, they are even tying in GE cuz the killers dad was a VP there….

I don’t know what this is all about, I am only posting this cuz it confuses me and I want to hear what you people have to say and that dad, giggling, is just weird.

I believe there were victims…and I believe it is sad….tragic..horrible…etc..even if this dad looks like he’s acting…

Now, back to tits.

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I am Adam Lanza’s Mom

This is totally out of character for me, but I am actually very affected by the shooting that happened Friday, which is weird as I am normally the first to mock tragedy to get a rise out of people for no reason other than personal enjoyment, laughs and giggles….but the fact that they were kids, little fucking kids and is just too fucking twisted for there to be any spin on it…even “last day of school” jokes don’t make me laugh….the whole thing makes me fucking sick to my stomach.

That said, here’s an interesting article that I read earlier today – that in the wake of the events, I think is a good story, written by Liza Long, a blogger over at Anarchist Soccer Mom who will be getting a book deal now that this has gone viral…in what I think may be the first viral article…something I find relatively exciting…because it means people still read…you should read it…because guns aren’t the issue…violence behavior and mental health is….

Three days before 20 year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year old son Michael (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pants.

“I can wear these pants,” he said, his tone increasingly belligerent, the black-hole pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue irises.

“They are navy blue,” I told him. “Your school’s dress code says black or khaki pants only.”

“They told me I could wear these,” he insisted. “You’re a stupid bitch. I can wear whatever pants I want to. This is America. I have rights!”

“You can’t wear whatever pants you want to,” I said, my tone affable, reasonable. “And you definitely cannot call me a stupid bitch. You’re grounded from electronics for the rest of the day. Now get in the car, and I will take you to school.”

I live with a son who is mentally ill. I love my son. But he terrifies me.

A few weeks ago, Michael pulled a knife and threatened to kill me and then himself after I asked him to return his overdue library books. His 7 and 9 year old siblings knew the safety plan—they ran to the car and locked the doors before I even asked them to. I managed to get the knife from Michael, then methodically collected all the sharp objects in the house into a single Tupperware container that now travels with me. Through it all, he continued to scream insults at me and threaten to kill or hurt me.

That conflict ended with three burly police officers and a paramedic wrestling my son onto a gurney for an expensive ambulance ride to the local emergency room. The mental hospital didn’t have any beds that day, and Michael calmed down nicely in the ER, so they sent us home with a prescription for Zyprexa and a follow-up visit with a local pediatric psychiatrist.

We still don’t know what’s wrong with Michael. Autism spectrum, ADHD, Oppositional Defiant or Intermittent Explosive Disorder have all been tossed around at various meetings with probation officers and social workers and counselors and teachers and school administrators. He’s been on a slew of antipsychotic and mood altering pharmaceuticals, a Russian novel of behavioral plans. Nothing seems to work.

At the start of seventh grade, Michael was accepted to an accelerated program for highly gifted math and science students. His IQ is off the charts. When he’s in a good mood, he will gladly bend your ear on subjects ranging from Greek mythology to the differences between Einsteinian and Newtonian physics to Doctor Who. He’s in a good mood most of the time. But when he’s not, watch out. And it’s impossible to predict what will set him off.

Several weeks into his new junior high school, Michael began exhibiting increasingly odd and threatening behaviors at school. We decided to transfer him to the district’s most restrictive behavioral program, a contained school environment where children who can’t function in normal classrooms can access their right to free public babysitting from 7:30-1:50 Monday through Friday until they turn 18.

The morning of the pants incident, Michael continued to argue with me on the drive. He would occasionally apologize and seem remorseful. Right before we turned into his school parking lot, he said, “Look, Mom, I’m really sorry. Can I have video games back today?”

“No way,” I told him. “You cannot act the way you acted this morning and think you can get your electronic privileges back that quickly.”

His face turned cold, and his eyes were full of calculated rage. “Then I’m going to kill myself,” he said. “I’m going to jump out of this car right now and kill myself.”

That was it. After the knife incident, I told him that if he ever said those words again, I would take him straight to the mental hospital, no ifs, ands, or buts. I did not respond, except to pull the car into the opposite lane, turning left instead of right.

“Where are you taking me?” he said, suddenly worried. “Where are we going?”

“You know where we are going,” I replied.

“No! You can’t do that to me! You’re sending me to hell! You’re sending me straight to hell!”

I pulled up in front of the hospital, frantically waiving for one of the clinicians who happened to be standing outside. “Call the police,” I said. “Hurry.”

Michael was in a full-blown fit by then, screaming and hitting. I hugged him close so he couldn’t escape from the car. He bit me several times and repeatedly jabbed his elbows into my rib cage. I’m still stronger than he is, but I won’t be for much longer.

The police came quickly and carried my son screaming and kicking into the bowels of the hospital. I started to shake, and tears filled my eyes as I filled out the paperwork—“Were there any difficulties with… at what age did your child… were there any problems with.. has your child ever experienced.. does your child have…”

At least we have health insurance now. I recently accepted a position with a local college, giving up my freelance career because when you have a kid like this, you need benefits. You’ll do anything for benefits. No individual insurance plan will cover this kind of thing.

For days, my son insisted that I was lying—that I made the whole thing up so that I could get rid of him. The first day, when I called to check up on him, he said, “I hate you. And I’m going to get my revenge as soon as I get out of here.”
By day three, he was my calm, sweet boy again, all apologies and promises to get better. I’ve heard those promises for years. I don’t believe them anymore.

On the intake form, under the question, “What are your expectations for treatment?” I wrote, “I need help.”

And I do. This problem is too big for me to handle on my own. Sometimes there are no good options. So you just pray for grace and trust that in hindsight, it will all make sense.

I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanza’s mother. I am Dylan Klebold’s and Eric Harris’s mother. I am Jason Holmes’s mother. I am Jared Loughner’s mother. I am Seung-Hui Cho’s mother. And these boys—and their mothers—need help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness.

According to Mother Jones, since 1982, 61 mass murders involving firearms have occurred throughout the country. Of these, 43 of the killers were white males, and only one was a woman. Mother Jones focused on whether the killers obtained their guns legally (most did). But this highly visible sign of mental illness should lead us to consider how many people in the U.S. live in fear, like I do.

When I asked my son’s social worker about my options, he said that the only thing I could do was to get Michael charged with a crime. “If he’s back in the system, they’ll create a paper trail,” he said. “That’s the only way you’re ever going to get anything done. No one will pay attention to you unless you’ve got charges.”

I don’t believe my son belongs in jail. The chaotic environment exacerbates Michael’s sensitivity to sensory stimuli and doesn’t deal with the underlying pathology. But it seems like the United States is using prison as the solution of choice for mentally ill people. According to Human Rights Watch, the number of mentally ill inmates in U.S. prisons quadrupled from 2000 to 2006, and it continues to rise—in fact, the rate of inmate mental illness is five times greater (56 percent) than in the non-incarcerated population.

With state-run treatment centers and hospitals shuttered, prison is now the last resort for the mentally ill—Rikers Island, the LA County Jail and Cook County Jail in Illinois housed the nation’s largest treatment centers in 2011.

No one wants to send a 13-year old genius who loves Harry Potter and his snuggle animal collection to jail. But our society, with its stigma on mental illness and its broken healthcare system, does not provide us with other options. Then another tortured soul shoots up a fast food restaurant. A mall. A kindergarten classroom. And we wring our hands and say, “Something must be done.”

I agree that something must be done. It’s time for a meaningful, nation-wide conversation about mental health. That’s the only way our nation can ever truly heal.

God help me. God help Michael. God help us all.

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Amazing Crazy Cat Lady of the Day

I just saw this on Facebook…and had no choice but to post it cuz shit is so fucking ridiculous…you know an interview you’d think the news wouldn’t have gone through with…because of her fucking eyebrows….that shit should probably be institutionalized….but at the same time…I give serious thanks that she exists…cuz life without people like this…is a life not worth living…

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