She has a friend called Sven, who has a cat personality.
PS: FUCK PETA
The purpose of this act is to transfer the practitioner’s sins to the birds. After swinging the bird, the adherents slit the chickens’ throats with a sharp knife. The meat is then donated to the poor
Of course, PETAfags gonna PETAfag:
“I’m beside myself right now,’’ she said. “I’m devastated because this is an egregious event with respect to public-health issues, quality-of-life issues and animal-cruelty issues.
“To be forced to endure opening up your front door annually to a mass animal slaughter is just dumbfounding.”
PS: Fuck PETA.
Fuck you it’s my birthday.
At DefCon21 on Thursday night I received multiple compliments on my Chemlab FUCK ART LET’S KILL shirt.
At DefCon21 on Saturday night I drank some homebrewed “beer” that unknown to me may have contained something hallucinogenic, although I didn’t notice until much later.
In between I learned how to build a small device for launching wireless MiTM attacks, learned that corporate WiFi security is complete bollocks, and learned how to break the Internet (although, coincidentally, after I returned I learned of a similar but much better way to break the Internet).
I scheduled tonight’s video several days in advance, as currently I am in Portland. When this post goes live I will be quite intoxicated.
One time several years ago I was in Portland at an establishment with a lovely salad bar. Some girl with tattoos, piercings, and dreadlocks stepped onto a stage and placed a CD into a small stereo system, then began removing her clothes while this song. My reaction was, “oh crap, she saw us.”
Other random awesome moments in Portland establishments which happen to have stages upon which naked women dance for small bills:
- The time some girl jumped off the stage, ran over to me (sitting at a table at the time) and jumped on my lap and started grinding away. Then ran back to the stage and jumped back on, kicking over someone’s drink as she did so, leading to much embarrassment all around.
- The time I thought to myself, “WTF is on that girl’s leg?”, then grabbed a seat next to the stage to get a better view. As far as I could tell the girl
- Was really into The Little Mermaid, and
- Had a boyfriend who wanted to be a tattoo artist despite lacking any talent whatsoever, but she was in love or something so let him practice on her.
Anyways. Currently I am probably either at or on my way to some weird underground establishment, where some guy who homebrews large batches of beer throws open his basement and lets everyone have samples for a small “donation” (since he can’t actually sell the beer) while his wife sells brownies laced with teh marijuana. Also, I’ve been drinking since approximately noon, because fuck yeah Portland.
Tomorrow we go to a local dog park to see the Portland Blazers dancers, because it’s within stumbling distance of where I’m staying.