Maybe you've seen that adorable Puppy and Horse Superbowl commercial and thought nothing could top that, as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Well this one is sure to bring tears to your eyes!
Here's
one of the fantastic SB commercials to be shown tomorrow. Sorry to
spoil it for anyone, but I just had to share. It's really great and so heartwarming...
2014 Superbowl Ad #12
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
There Are No Others Darker - SCRIBBLES AND BITS WRITERS CHALLENGE #4
Originally Posted on
Born from blood and a pumping heart
but not pushed from a female fashion
A flick of a brush and a scrape of a knife
is how we were created with passion
A hand held tool picked with care
created our features so frightening
A brilliant artist and a human male
whose ideas crack around him like lightening
Here we stand with looks of boundless rage
to exist on canvas for eternity only knowing this
And if you get close enough and listen
you will certainly hear us hiss
We are a group of malicious creatures
there are no others darker
Spewed from the brain of genius and filth
from the one and only mastermind…
Clive Barker
Disco Cowboy
Originally Posted on
PLEASE PRESS PLAY AND THEN PROCEED...
I step in the door
The sweat slippery in my pointy boots
My skinny legs prickly
My crotch feeling loose
I look left and look right
I shrug my shoulders up and down
Bend my little knees...
…until it hurts
I feel so cool and tight
I squeeze my butt cheeks
...with all my might
I'm looking so damn good
My hair is shiny slick
My cowboy hat tilted just right
My neck is tan and wrinkled
My sunglasses reflect the lights
In the disco heated night
It’s a psychosomatic colorful scene
I look down at the floor
I see condoms piled like chowder
I shuffle grind them under my boots
I'll turn them into fuck powder
My essence is wanted by all
The people all tilt their heads
Their maws open to spill
Can we be your fans?
Touch me there if you can
I’m your Boogie Man
That’s what I am…
Dalis - Scribbles Challenge #121
Originally Posted on
Write something using the following words:
Optative
Paroxysm
Quark
Xylotherapy
Zuppa
He was in an extremely optative mood. He did not have the guts to carry out what he most desired which was she, but just thinking about it made him sweat. He could smell the pungent odor coming from his feet. This was such a problem and always kept him from getting her. Even a she dog would give him a sorry look after one sniff, and then do a 360. It reminded him of the distinct aroma of quark; his favorite cheese….his stomach began to rumble. What the heck? The smell of his feet was making him hungry…why did he have to be so weird, just like the kids at school always reminded him he was. He remembered when he was a child of five and his Ma was standing in front of the stove cooking some steamy Zuppa for dinner which was the smelliest soup (he thought) in the world, and she would yell, Dalis!! I can smell yer feet from beyond this here stanky soup! Now go wash them ugly filthy critters! But washing them never helped damnit! Wish others liked the bouquet that came from his shoe shifters. Just the thought of it brought on a paroxysm so hard and loud that he felt his gut would split! It was friggin’ funny anyway. One time his Ma took him to some hole in the wall magical doctor with eyes like pinholes. Don’t even know how he saw outta those things. He tried to pull out the never-ending stink using xylotherapy. What a joke. There’s only one thing wood was good for, and he would never give up trying to be good.
Optative
Paroxysm
Quark
Xylotherapy
Zuppa
He was in an extremely optative mood. He did not have the guts to carry out what he most desired which was she, but just thinking about it made him sweat. He could smell the pungent odor coming from his feet. This was such a problem and always kept him from getting her. Even a she dog would give him a sorry look after one sniff, and then do a 360. It reminded him of the distinct aroma of quark; his favorite cheese….his stomach began to rumble. What the heck? The smell of his feet was making him hungry…why did he have to be so weird, just like the kids at school always reminded him he was. He remembered when he was a child of five and his Ma was standing in front of the stove cooking some steamy Zuppa for dinner which was the smelliest soup (he thought) in the world, and she would yell, Dalis!! I can smell yer feet from beyond this here stanky soup! Now go wash them ugly filthy critters! But washing them never helped damnit! Wish others liked the bouquet that came from his shoe shifters. Just the thought of it brought on a paroxysm so hard and loud that he felt his gut would split! It was friggin’ funny anyway. One time his Ma took him to some hole in the wall magical doctor with eyes like pinholes. Don’t even know how he saw outta those things. He tried to pull out the never-ending stink using xylotherapy. What a joke. There’s only one thing wood was good for, and he would never give up trying to be good.
Searching Humans
Originally Posted on
He bares the weight of a wooden cross with bedraggled humans grasping on behind him only adding more burdens to his distress. His nude skin is splintered on his back. Onlookers fly by and he hears a tambourine jingling softly. Is that a hand he feels creeping into the crack of his muscled buttocks?
He must deliver the column of cement as he floats through the sky. He will share the weight with the others. His loincloth is drifting downward and dissolving into a buttery mist. Is that a baby’s head he sees in the vapor with green vomit on its chin?
She is being pinched severely but she can’t see where it’s coming from, the blue sash wrapped around her head is preventing any sight. Her foot is being tickled. Is that hot breath she feels on the back of her knee?
He thinks my penis is extremely minuscule, and I need to pass gas from the other end, but that old man crawling behind me seems nice. I am going to keep my hand glued to my thigh and resist the temptation to grab that beautiful derriere. Is that Him I see?
He holds the human pelt in his hand and points the guilty blade towards all who come into its path. He will do it again. He is worthy...see how his servant lovingly attaches himself to his back?
He must be careful or he will scratch the face of the orange haired girl behind him with the little ladder that he has his shoulder jammed into. Why are those men wrestling like that?
He’s biting his shoulder, he’s sniffing his underarm, and he’s breaking his back. Is that nine spikes on that weapon?
Wrapped around his legs so tight a demon is pulling him down with all his might. And down farther below his Father’s face starts to show – he can see through his tears as clear as mud. And then a man is spotted beneath - is it a snake or an eel, that upon his genitalia it is making its meal?
He will not tolerate anyone on his boat. He will use the ore again without hesitation. Can you see how the man is suffering from its blow?
The dead shall rise he thinks as he carries his brother’s corpse and attempts to lift it towards the heavens. He is much more respectful as the man next to him is holding his loved one upside down. Is that half a person he sees, or is he just on his knees?
I can no longer bare to look down at the sky so I look up at the ground and it is plain...so I look down again, and I see the alter with Jesus on the cross, upside-down. How can this be?
A FEW CLUES:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Judgment_%28Michelangelo%29
Artist
Michelangelo
Year
1537-1541
The
sky is below my feet. The movement and blending of flesh is
everywhere; crowding and acting upon whatever may be their whim. I have
but two eyes to absorb this and truly I need more. He bares the weight of a wooden cross with bedraggled humans grasping on behind him only adding more burdens to his distress. His nude skin is splintered on his back. Onlookers fly by and he hears a tambourine jingling softly. Is that a hand he feels creeping into the crack of his muscled buttocks?
He must deliver the column of cement as he floats through the sky. He will share the weight with the others. His loincloth is drifting downward and dissolving into a buttery mist. Is that a baby’s head he sees in the vapor with green vomit on its chin?
She is being pinched severely but she can’t see where it’s coming from, the blue sash wrapped around her head is preventing any sight. Her foot is being tickled. Is that hot breath she feels on the back of her knee?
He thinks my penis is extremely minuscule, and I need to pass gas from the other end, but that old man crawling behind me seems nice. I am going to keep my hand glued to my thigh and resist the temptation to grab that beautiful derriere. Is that Him I see?
He holds the human pelt in his hand and points the guilty blade towards all who come into its path. He will do it again. He is worthy...see how his servant lovingly attaches himself to his back?
He must be careful or he will scratch the face of the orange haired girl behind him with the little ladder that he has his shoulder jammed into. Why are those men wrestling like that?
He’s biting his shoulder, he’s sniffing his underarm, and he’s breaking his back. Is that nine spikes on that weapon?
Wrapped around his legs so tight a demon is pulling him down with all his might. And down farther below his Father’s face starts to show – he can see through his tears as clear as mud. And then a man is spotted beneath - is it a snake or an eel, that upon his genitalia it is making its meal?
He will not tolerate anyone on his boat. He will use the ore again without hesitation. Can you see how the man is suffering from its blow?
The dead shall rise he thinks as he carries his brother’s corpse and attempts to lift it towards the heavens. He is much more respectful as the man next to him is holding his loved one upside down. Is that half a person he sees, or is he just on his knees?
I can no longer bare to look down at the sky so I look up at the ground and it is plain...so I look down again, and I see the alter with Jesus on the cross, upside-down. How can this be?
A FEW CLUES:
I Have Found My Soulmate
Original Posted on
...and his name is....
Basket Case....he is really really great in bed so I can overlook the rest.
...and his name is....
Basket Case....he is really really great in bed so I can overlook the rest.
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