Amazon sells badonkadonk. Which is, apparently, some kind of Burning-Man-related vehicle from a conceptual design firm. Now, of course, since they’re made-to-order, it’s not likely that more than one was ever built. It’s possible none were ever built.
My current guess is that this personal tank is named after the booty, and not the other way around. I have no etymology for the booty, though. Oh well.
We got us some medical waste dot com. Now there’s a place with affiliate programs I want to associate with! I bet they get their parts from the Alabama prison system. That’s a great source of body parts I hear.
How do you spell Badonkadonk anyway? Urban Dictionary has one entry for bedonkadonk, used only as an adjective, and quite a few more for badonkadonk.
But Slate goes with the e spelling anyway in its review of the Dove Campaign for Real Beauty. Most of the discussion about the ad campaign has focused on whether the women are beautiful, and whether media creates eating disorders, and so forth. This article focuses on whether the ad campaign is effective in promoting Dove, and points out that while it’s obviously gotten plenty of press, it risks becoming “the brand for fat girls” and you know that’s not good for business, even if AOL seems to have done fine being the brand for idiots.
I admit it, I really posted this because I wanted an excuse to use the word “badonkadonk.”
Yes, this review of El Bullí is on a website called Food Tourist. And this one from the Guardian is equally insane. Well, what can you do? I emailed and asked if a table was available in case of cancellation.
But I repeat myself. I think I’ve posted on this topic before. Do I repeat myself?
Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I contain multitudes. There will be time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. There will be coffee spoons. There will be wine. There will be vitamins and echinacea and exercise and Serrano ham.
My friends say, bring back a leg of illegal ham. Bring back a bottle of illegal booze. Bring back a funny wooden mask with mystical powers, or possibly termites. Bring back a case of syphilis, the red light district is full of sailors. They should, you know, they go from port to port.
Earlier, I complained about people asking too much for used bikes. I still think that four grand is an awful lot for a 3rd-hand Ducati Monster 620 dark that’s been in a wreck, but according to the price guide it’s not as far out of line as I suspected.
Gothamist complains about these lame Mitchum ads encouraging people to run for the subway. Now, I don’t find those particularly annoying. The ones that get me are the ones in my gym: “If your personal trainer came to your birthday party, you’re a Mitchum man.” No, if your personal trainer came to your birthday party, you are paying people to be your friends. And especially the one in the locker room: “If you’re here at 7AM with a hangover, you’re a Mitchum man.” No, if you’re at the gym with a hangover, you’re drinking too much.
The thing is, I like Mitchum because it’s unscented, not because it’s intensely strong.
You lamented when Wordsworth closed, but you have ordered your latest Harry Potter from B&N or the Coop? Fools! Shop at Harvard Bookstore! Reservations for the book are available, but optional, and the sale price is 20% off the cover. Goes on sale Friday night (Saturday Morning) at midnight.
I won’t be there because Harry Potter is beneath me.
The Ducati Monster 620 retails for $6,000 new. This gentleman wants to sell one, used for $4000. Now, in my general world-view, you might get 50-60 percent of your purchase price if you have a 2-3 year old bike with a single owner in immaculate condition. This is a 2-owner bike that’s been in at least one wreck and is scratched. I’d imagine that in such a case that the first person bought it new for $6,000, the second person bought it used for $4,000, and could sell it for between $2,000 and $2,500, if it were in perfect condition. Given that it’s not, I’d consider $1,500.
Where the hell do you get these valuations? The amount of money you need to pay for your crack addiction does not equal the value of your third-hand beat-up entry-level notoriously finicky hard-to-maintain Italian sportbike.
Even if it is very pretty.
Resize text areas: if a text entry area is too small, just mouse over to the lower-right-hand corner and drag it to expand. Niftylicious.
Lil’ Kim, Judith Miller, go to jail, and Rove comes tumbling after.
(I’m surprised that The Minor Fall, the Major Lift or Low Culture haven’t posted something along these lines yet, but we at Secretly Ironic Dot Com are not ones to wait on ceremony or defer to our elders and betters.)
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