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Commissarka Pinkie Investigates Vodka Rations

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Comrade Betinov, I am quite sure those are not panties, but very brief briefs, due to the--ahem--extra-roomy crotch.

Of course, I also realize that the view from inside your jar might be more distorted than everyone else's . . . meaning that you do not exactly see things the way the rest of us do.

And if you do not see things exactly the way the rest of us do, then that can only mean one thing, Comrade Betinov . . . that you are not one of us!

You, in fact, are one of THEM!

Those briefs are yours, aren't they? And the Jar-Jar jammy-jams!

Oh, I've got it all figured out now. You were purged at the end of last season, reduced to a shriveled brain in a jar, but now that it's sweeps month, you've come back with your appearance altered to look like one of the CFK, specifically Comrade Red Eye who went on to become Comrade Red Square. And since the great and mighty Red Square, whose ankles I'm always grabbing and sobbing into as I beg for his gracious mercy and benevolence, mentioned in an earlier post . . .


We may have been standing in queue outside the door of your hovel every other Friday night, but we do not have a full set of Jar-Jar pajamas, and although I may occasionally find myself standing in your shower in the morning, that is solely for the purpose of being there for you during your Putinka-induced dreams (the shower has a monitor connected to the hidden surveillance camera in the bedroom, to check on your REM in the mornings).

. . . I can only conclude that this time, that was YOU in the shower, wasn't it, Betinov? Pretending to be Red Square? Plotting to overthrow him and take over the whole operation? Why, I'll wager if I stuck my hand into your jar, I'd pull out a soaking wet, wadded up pair of--try and tell me again this name isn't just another incredible coincidence--JAR-JAR bottoms!

What are you thinking, to do all of this?

You, sir, have flipped your lid.

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I hereby retract the statements in my previous post, particularly the one about the Y chromosome. I agree that none of the members of CFK possess a full set of Jar-Jar jammies at this time.

I attribute my behavior to the following:

1. George W. Bush

2. Dick Cheney

3. The Putinka

4. Commissar Pupovich's "bullshrooms."

5. George W. Bush

6. Comrade Betinov asking me questions I was in no way prepared for and had no time to study, in part because I was helping out at Empress Hillary's birthday bash last week. (I was in charge of ladling out the Kool-Aid.)

7. Commissar M subjecting me to an endless barrage of emoticons and countless viewings of Showgirls.

8. The Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.

9. Worry about where the cute baby polar bears will live if we don't do something to stop Global Warming NOW.

10. George W. Bush.

Since Commissarka Pinkie has Blamed Bush™ three times for her behavior I do believe it is in the Cube's Treehouse rules that those who Blame Bush™ and has the word Pink in their name must show us her breasts.

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Most Socialist Comrade Pinkie, to deal with yoyur accusations, suppositions and wild flights of fancy a point at a time:

Comrade Betinov, I am quite sure those are not panties, but very brief briefs, due to the--ahem--extra-roomy crotch.

As to the nomenclature of bloomers I know nothing, having ridden regimental in protest since the cancellation of the Soviet effort to reach the moon. Place a New Socialist Man on Luna an I will wear underwear again.

Of course, I also realize that the view from inside your jar might be more distorted than everyone else's . . . meaning that you do not exactly see things the way the rest of us do.

My brain jar is constructed with the finest optical grade glass fashioned by the finest of Socialist opticians...are you criticizing the workmanship of Soviet industry?

And if you do not see things exactly the way the rest of us do, then that can only mean one thing, Comrade Betinov . . . that you are not one of us!

You, in fact, are one of THEM!

And this week was next week last week. Although I will admit to having once been one of "they," (as in "they say...") during Spring Break in 1987, I have never been one of THEM.

Those briefs are yours, aren't they? And the Jar-Jar jammy-jams!

I sleep regimental as well, ergo, no jammies have been in my home since roughly 1968.

Oh, I've got it all figured out now. You were purged at the end of last season, reduced to a shriveled brain in a jar, but now that it's sweeps month, you've come back with your appearance altered to look like one of the CFK, specifically Comrade Red Eye who went on to become Comrade Red Square. And since the great and mighty Red Square, whose ankles I'm always grabbing and sobbing into as I beg for his gracious mercy and benevolence, mentioned in an earlier post . . .

Until my recent arrival at Party Central Headquarters (See People's Cube Thread on Hillary Care) I was but a humble collective farmer on a humble collective farm being humbly and collectively apolitical and functionally illiterate.


. . . I can only conclude that this time, that was YOU in the shower, wasn't it, Betinov? Pretending to be Red Square? Plotting to overthrow him and take over the whole operation? Why, I'll wager if I stuck my hand into your jar, I'd pull out a soaking wet, wadded up pair of--try and tell me again this name isn't just another incredible coincidence--JAR-JAR bottoms!

I'll thank you to keep you hands off my bottom, madame. If I had one. It couldn't have been me in the shower for one simple reason: I, like you, had been sent on special assignment by no less than the Carmine Commissar of all things Cubical to investigate the emerging neo-religions at a convention in Ventnor City New Jersey on the very night in question.

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Laika the Space Dog wrote: Since Commissarka Pinkie has Blamed Bush™ three times for her behavior I do believe it is in the Cube's Treehouse rules that those who Blame Bush™ and has the word Pink in their name must show us her breasts.

Oh, very well. But only because you asked for it:

Breasts: Spicy, Tender, and a Treat for Your Loins!


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No NO NO!

Pinkie, Code Pink needs you to lead the movement!
It was very nice of you to do a placement advertisement for one of Hillary's good friends, but as you can see the Code Pink is not getting the attention The Party had hoped for....you know....more like this,,,
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Than this...
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The Party™ needs ample breasts. We have tons of useful idiots but not enough beautiful boobs.
I believe Meow and Dr. P have been boob hoarding again.

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote: Brain in jar (not to mention Moose and Squirrel) however, disappoints... seems to be waiting for opportune time to 'gang up'... cause discord (how quickly one forgets how difficult it is to 'run away' when one is lacking in little glass legs to go with little glass jar... and there's that space in 'jam cupboard' that is so often forgotten... where things sit and collect dust for... my.... years sometimes...

Ah SOM, that is such a priceless line! Well worth my vodka ration for today! Enjoy!

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Red Square wrote:And remember, comrades, that capitalism is the exploitation of man by man. Communism is the exact opposite.

I ask this not in mirth, but in an effort to more fully understand and appreciate doctrine.

When you say Communism is the exact opposite of capitalism's exploitation of man by man, do you mean it is the exploitation of woman against woman, or communism exploiting man/woman/it? Oooo, I sure hope it's the latter! I so want to exploit!

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Laika the Space Dog wrote:No NO NO!
The Party™ needs ample breasts. We have tons of useful idiots but not enough beautiful boobs.

Oh Dear Lenin.... here we go again.....

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote:I know because I myself trained what Commissar Pupovich has so recently referred to as Cat Beast... and referred to as such, so-called post-renouncement, I might add...

Sorry, it's an old habit, I have always referred to them as such, even with the Pup's own kiddo's who for reasons that defy me, love the creatures. You simply would not believe the number of those critters that I, the Mighty Pup, live next to. I can not even count how many they are so numerous that they can only be estimated by the Pup's spy satellites overhead. I would be more tolerant of the creatures if they would only stay on their property and not see fit to put their prints all over my car.

Any way, I hope you are feeling better. I have never had to undergo what you have, but everyone I know that has testifies to the pain.

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Kalishakov's into Vodka! What a wonderful image!

As we say down here, welcome, come set a spell, put your hat up....
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Commissar Pupovich wrote:Kalishakov's into Vodka!

Da! Here are some pictures from your favorite Generals' recent trip to London:

<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr> <td width="220" valign="top"><p><img src="https://www.kalashnikovvodka.com/images/gnl_pics_01.jpg" width="276" align="left"><img src="https://www.kalashnikovvodka.com/images/gnl_pics_06.jpg" width="276" align="right"></p></table>
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And the site for the worlds best (named) vodka is here.
<br>And of course, if you liked the lovely "vodka pilot girls", above, then here is more information on the NAKITA GIRLS, Ivana, Anoushka, and Natasha.

Thank you for your patronage!

To friendship! Gulp.
-Mikhail

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Comrade Laika,
ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
And I thought my photographs were terrifying!

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Ah, the Nikita girls.... they just bring a swelling of socialist pride in this old Commissar!

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote:BTW... before I forget... whose are these??????

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They were in with the whites!...
SMO

Would these garments be used for The Party in one's pants?
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And may I remind party members that the commissary already sells a product which fits quite nicely in line with the above mentioned under garments.
https://thepeoplescube.com/red/viewtopic.php?t=319

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:Ah, the Nikita girls.... they just bring a swelling of socialist pride in this old Commissar!

Yes. I see their beet ration has been quite adequate!

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AbecedariusRex wrote:
Commissar Pupovich wrote:Ah, the Nikita girls.... they just bring a swelling of socialist pride in this old Commissar!

Yes. I see their beet ration has been quite adequate!

Da, and of course the fine Russian vodka.
-Mikhail

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:
Then Beezelboob Brown, thinking no one would notice him twisting her words around, wrote:
But the Commissars are The Party, and The Party cannot apologise when it is never wrong. There must be another solution.

What is more concerning, SMO, is that you are admitting to having 14 HOURS OFF.

What is even MORE concerning than THAT, is that you are misquoting SMO! How dare you! She didn't have 14 hours OFF. She DISAPPEARED for 14 hours. Big difference.

Well I was going to say that disappearances must be organised by The Party but I note that SMO has that very thing on her job description, so I will presume her disappearance was organised by herself.

But....but...(clutches at straws) misquoting is a time-honoured Party tradition. Especially when done for the greater good ™.

You see, if we work hard we can find ways of not apologising.

Sister Massively Opiated by a freaking huge needle wrote: I'm not so sure what you would make of big MOFO needle being stuck in your spinal column... at least Sister has backbone, even if there was big syringe sucking stuff out of it while you were causing discord in the family

Well I am familiar with pain, namely the pain I share with the endangered minority groups and the Planet whose plight I campaign for down udder. But no, I have not recently had a friggin huge needle stuck in my spinal cord. I hope your procedure was successful.

Now I must catch up on those recent boob-related posts. So much happens when one is away....UM did I say "away"? I meant, having computer problems...

Bboob

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I clearly remember SMO had these in white -

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Now they look like this -

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I see why they changed color.

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At least now I know where Code Pink got their ideas!

I sure am glad I skipped a few weekly laundries, so mine remain white... sort of...

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Not to worry Glorious RED Trapezoid... For you, is Red or Dead and anybody who f**ks with your Uncle Josef Boxers learns meaning of Disappearance...

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Laika the Space Dog wrote: Since Commissarka Pinkie has Blamed Bush™ three times for her behavior I do believe it is in the Cube's Treehouse rules that those who Blame Bush™ and has the word Pink in their name must show us her breasts.

Whoa whoa whoa...
The first rule of Cube's Treehouse is we do not talk about Cube's Treehouse!

The second rule of Cube's Treehouse is We Do Not Talk About Cube's Treehouse!!


Ivan Betinov wrote:If they are reds in with the whites, they could be spy panties...OR THEY COULD BE COUNTER-REVOLUTIONARY PANTIES! Conspiring with the Whites and revealing our innermost secrets! Laughing at us! Mocking us! Returning now to infiltrate our own ranks! They must be quarantined in a gulag to prevent the possible infection of the collective with subversive ideas and Republican cooties! We must hold an immediate congressional investigation of the true status of these suspect bloomers, and if we don't get the answer we want, we must hold a second investigation, a third!

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Comrade Betinov, I am quite sure those are not panties, but very brief briefs, due to the--ahem--extra-roomy crotch.
Of course, I also realize that the view from inside your jar might be more distorted than everyone else's . . . meaning that you do not exactly see things the way the rest of us do.
And if you do not see things exactly the way the rest of us do, then that can only mean one thing, Comrade Betinov . . . that you are not one of us!
You, in fact, are one of THEM!
Those briefs are yours, aren't they? And the Jar-Jar jammy-jams!
Oh, I've got it all figured out now. You were purged at the end of last season, reduced to a shriveled brain in a jar, but now that it's sweeps month, you've come back with your appearance altered to look like one of the CFK, specifically Comrade Red Eye who went on to become Comrade Red Square. And since the great and mighty Red Square, whose ankles I'm always grabbing and sobbing into as I beg for his gracious mercy and benevolence, mentioned in an earlier post . . .
We may have been standing in queue outside the door of your hovel every other Friday night, but we do not have a full set of Jar-Jar pajamas, and although I may occasionally find myself standing in your shower in the morning, that is solely for the purpose of being there for you during your Putinka-induced dreams (the shower has a monitor connected to the hidden surveillance camera in the bedroom, to check on your REM in the mornings).
. . . I can only conclude that this time, that was YOU in the shower, wasn't it, Betinov? Pretending to be Red Square? Plotting to overthrow him and take over the whole operation? Why, I'll wager if I stuck my hand into your jar, I'd pull out a soaking wet, wadded up pair of--try and tell me again this name isn't just another incredible coincidence--JAR-JAR bottoms!
What are you thinking, to do all of this?
You, sir, have flipped your lid.

Commissarka Pinkie took words right out of Sister's beak... particularly that they are man panties... <snort>... man panties... is funny, especially as would have turned all of other men's panties - boxers, tighty whities, etc. etc. pink... tehehe.... man panties...

Okay... funniness is finished... makes perfekt sense that JarJar jammies belong to Brain in Jar, not because Brain can wear jammies... well... could wear jammies but who would help put them on... maybe wears them over top of jar... but I do not think man panties are Brain in Jar's... for what purpose?... is enough to cover Jar with JarJar Jammie bottoms... no need to put man panties on Brain in Jar unless Brain in Jar's mommy is worried he will be in accident and she will be embarrassed... and I do not think there are any holes in his socks... tehehehehe...

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:
Laika the Space Dog wrote: Since Commissarka Pinkie has Blamed Bush™ three times for her behavior I do believe it is in the Cube's Treehouse rules that those who Blame Bush™ and has the word Pink in their name must show us her breasts.
Oh, very well. But only because you asked for it:
Breasts: Spicy, Tender, and a Treat for Your Loins!

OKAY CHILDRENS! That is too much... Not only is First Rule of Cube Treehouse that we do not talk about Cube Treehouse, but We Do Not Talk About Commissarka's tender breast, loins, or any other part OUTSIDE of Cube Treehouse... Get back to your TREEHOUSE NOW IF YOU ARE TO BE DISCUSSING SUCH THINGS!!!! NEED I REMIND YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT IN CUBE TREEHOUSE NOW

EVERYONE IS GETTING BIG TIME OUT!!!

Mikhail T. Kalashnikov wrote:~
Boxed, too.

-Mikhail

ENOUGH!!!

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote:BTW... before I forget... whose are these??????
Image They were in with the whites!...
SMO
Would these garments be used for The Party in one's pants?
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Finally!... thank you A-Rex... is probably korrekt... he has inexplicable thing for Blue Bell and would happily throw his filthy Qazaq sabot (or creepy red man panties) in Sister's nice white laundry to get drunken faux-fairy to mate with him and his chicken... they are all Luddites in his country and have no pride in their dusting... will send out a hunting party immediately...

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:
Then Beezelboob Brown, thinking no one would notice him twisting her words around, wrote: But the Commissars are The Party, and The Party cannot apologise when it is never wrong. There must be another solution.
What is more concerning, SMO, is that you are admitting to having 14 HOURS OFF.
What is even MORE concerning than THAT, is that you are misquoting SMO! How dare you! She didn't have 14 hours OFF. She DISAPPEARED for 14 hours. Big difference.
Well I was going to say that disappearances must be organised by The Party but I note that SMO has that very thing on her job description, so I will presume her disappearance was organised by herself.

And so Sister sees he writes....
But....but...(clutches at straws) misquoting is a time-honoured Party tradition. Especially when done for the greater good ™.

You see, if we work hard we can find ways of not apologising.

But Sister would like to know, Beezelboob, how hard can you find ways of not Disappearing?...

Sister Massively Opiated by a freaking huge needle wrote: Sister writes: I was not Massively Opiated by huge freaking needle... thank you very much... am not smack addict...
I'm not so sure what you would make of big MOFO needle being stuck in your spinal column... at least Sister has backbone, even if there was big syringe sucking stuff out of it while you were causing discord in the family

Well I am familiar with pain, namely the pain I share with the endangered minority groups and the Planet whose plight I campaign for down udder. But no, I have not recently had a friggin huge needle stuck in my spinal cord. I hope your procedure was successful.

Sister writes: And I am becoming more and more familiar with pain of your posts... and bad puns... I believe success was achieved as they found only quava juice and no Meningococcal whatchamadinkies... which I believe to be a successful outcome... others, such as those who would prefer me purged, may not be quite as happy, but I say F**k 'em if they can't take a joke... Everyone needs a hobby...

Now I must catch up on those recent boob-related posts. So much happens when one is away....UM did I say "away"? I meant, having computer problems...
Bboob

Why is it that Sister has very disturbing mental picture of about 15 young Commissars, all in their onesies, dancing about - hopping from foot to foot excitedly while holding onto their chleny (Glorious Red will have to check my transliteration... please... would not want to be... inaccurate...)... are like bunch of toddlers...

Now Sister is very tired and very sore from weather and altogether too much fun... really.... has been blast... so am going to find large diabetic cat (Kulak monster catcher of utmost skill - retrieved entire pound of butter and saved kilo of very good espresso only this morning!... silly Kulak Monster - he was dressed like Ann Coulter for some reason...) and give him his insulin, make nice cup of cocoa, take medicines and work on assignments for Cube while I put flukes up and relax... if I hear one peep from Treehouse, no blueberries in palachinkas at breakfast!!! Now I just have to decide what to listen... I think maybe little T. Rex...

Sweet dreams Childrens...
SMO

<softly>
You can bump and grind.... Have a good time..... You can twist and shout..... Let it all hang out,
But you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.

You can tell a plane, in the falling rain.... I gotta rolls royce,... Cause its good for my voice,
But you wont fool the children of the revolution.
<zzz>
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.

You can bump and grind.
Feeling fine.
You can twist and shout.
Knock yourself out, but you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you cant fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you cant fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.

You can bump and grind, have a good time.
You can bump and grind, have a good time.

Bump and grind, have a good time.....

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote: I think maybe little T. Rex...

(He's my cousin)

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(I been sick)

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you get extra palachinkas for breakfast... you're all bones and bones...

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CUBEFLASH!

Laika:

I have something you'll enjoy much better. Mulva, Lord of the Idiots, is at it again:

http://nitwitplanet.blogspot.com/

Yeah, he gets bombarded with all these "angry" e-mails, the whole world is flocking to his site like he's offering free vodka and boobpix; but he won't publish any of the comments.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Laika:
I have something you'll enjoy much better. Mulva, Lord of the Idiots, is at it again:https://nitwitplanet.blogspot.com/
Yeah, he gets bombarded with all these "angry" e-mails, the whole world is flocking to his site like he's offering free vodka and boobpix; but he won't publish any of the comments.

Well... the "list of 21 things to do before you die... if you're a nutcase" is apparently supposed to be funny... I think... I would have thought that given that it's supposed to be a political satire website (or at least, I've always assumed so... and you know what assumptions get us...) the list would be both funny/amusing, and have something to say about... something, even in an oblique way... particulalry in an oblique way, given the whole satire thingy... but I can find neither circumlocutory humour nor sly political commentary (perhaps I'm not sophisticated enough to 'get it' in any of the proposed activities for 'nutcases' (Politically Incorrect terminology for mentally ill individuals, surely)... Perhaps I'm too earnest - something I know he's rarely accused a Cubist of - because I'm pretty sure that sharks... non-mammals in general... can't get rabies... and as they grow and lose teeth continuously throughout their lives, need not floss... The other twenty, try as I might, I just don't get... from either a humourous or a political standpoint.. even when I try to put myself in the 'shoes' of a 'nutcase'... I know a few 'nutcases' and I don't even think they would find these funny... or want to try any of them. Which then begs the question, from whence are these 'suggested activities' being generated... what is motivating them?... It's quite scary, really, and makes me think of those poor picked on and bullied children who go a shoot up schools... you don't think the Mulvarator would shoot up a mall, bourgeouise symbol of repression that it is?...

Certainly, from the list of links on his page, I suspect he's visited a mall, if only to make a list of magazines to use in his list of links... though he could simply have visited another Nitwitian's site and copied their list... he may even have jacked off in one of the washrooms and perhaps snuck a big expensive art/coffee table book into the washrooom and pissed on one of it's better known paintings - something overcommercialized in a poor reproduction poster (the 'iconic image' for that particular exhibition) at the last big travelling show at his local civic art gallery... one must protest when they can, after all... Oh wait... those two activities were for the 'nutcases'... strike that... but he may have gone to the mall, just to see if there were any magazine titles that another Nitwitian missed so that he could maintain some semblence of authenticity...

Okay... finished... please, someone, let me know how I did. I'm taking this Adlerian Therapy course and it was one of the assignments... visit a blog, any blog, and analyze the blogger... I also have an art piece assignment to go with it...

I believe I've captured the quizzical brow...

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"what is this thing?... shall I taste it?... shall I smash it?... is it menacing or benign?... food or toy?... "

As you can see, a work in progress, only begun this morning, and clearly from the subject's perspective (inasmuch as I can ever put myself in his Naots - awfully big sandals with white socks to fill)... The entire theme hasn't quite gelled, but I'm leaning toward "Goldbook to Silverback... a Nitwit's Journey." I'm trying to work in the idea of the juxtaposition of nature and technology (failed, as in bridges... and as earnestly as possible, while still maintaining some semblence of humour... as you can see, a difficult task, particularly if one is not willing to allow for commentary, as I think it might broaden the entire theme of the site... actual debate... dialectic and all that.)... Perhaps I should have gone for "Nature, Not Nitwits"... or "The Importance of Being Chomsky" as he has a Noam Chomsky link, which generally sucks the humour out of just about anything - which may be the problem... I may I need to take a break from it for a while, maybe rethink the theme... I keep running up against the lack of actual satire, which makes basing something humorous AND political on it very difficult...

... Some comments would definitely help though... ANY comments... Anything?... ... ... no?... <heavy sigh>...

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SMO, that is quite nice. I can't think of any suggestions, at the moment, but I'll let you know if anything comes to mind.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:...Mulva, Lord of the Idiots, is at it again...

Speaking of the Master of Morons, has anyone seen his other Blog "Article 8"? I'm sorry to mention it again if someone has posted it previously, but I just thought it was 'interesting'.
<br>For anyone not familiar with our beloved document, there is no Article 8 in the Constitution, and Mulva's proposing adding one.

His Proposal is redundant, to say the least, and he seems to be stuck on the idea that our system is a Democracy, which it is not. Dear misguided Mr. Moron, we live in a Republic, and everything you are suggesting already exists in the current document.

I'm just curious how this guy manages to get his shoes tied each morning.

-Mikhail

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SMO, art isn't my strong suit, but I might suggest adding a pair of his grandfather's underwear--it can even be over his head. (I'm suddenly recalling a really, really disgusting joke from my childhood about how hippies figure out which way to put on their underwear--suffice to say it has to do with "color-coding".)

I noticed from all those links he has a "Shoppe" (Ooh, you just know when it's spelled with two p's and an e on the end, that it must be like, totally cha-cha!) Several items are actually made in the U.S.A, and a couple are tagged as "bestsellers" (his mom and Aunt Gertie must've taken pity on him, sitting out there next to the open tailgate of his Ford Pinto for hours in the cold). He also has his own line of, like, really cool "goodies."

I don't get the impression that his blog is meant to be funny as much as it's unintentionally funny, rather like some movies (my favorite examples being Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and Air Force One).

I suspect that list of 21 things to do is more of a confessional/list of personal grievances--he's either done them (e.g. Item 10) or had them done to him (e.g. Item 1).

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I'm glad to see Mulva is voting his conscious.

Mikhail, we were discussing Article 8 someplace here at TPC a few months back - don't remember exactly where. I even posted one of the few posts that Mulva allowed through, asking him a question about it.


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Sister Massively Opiated wrote:[
OKAY CHILDRENS! That is too much... Not only is First Rule of Cube Treehouse that we do not talk about Cube Treehouse, but We Do Not Talk About Commissarka's tender breast, loins, or any other part OUTSIDE of Cube Treehouse... Get back to your TREEHOUSE NOW IF YOU ARE TO BE DISCUSSING SUCH THINGS!!!! NEED I REMIND YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT IN CUBE TREEHOUSE NOW

EVERYONE IS GETTING BIG TIME OUT!!!

I do hope you have noticed that not all Commissars have been acting in such a manner....

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:CUBEFLASH!
I have something you'll enjoy much better. Mulva, Lord of the Idiots, is at it again:

Ah, but I hope he goes through with his latest rant.... I too am about at that point and even wrote a certain national committee telling him such, asking for him to give me one good reason to go vote other than spouting out lines they don't back up with action.

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<karakter off>

Yay!!! He's not voting! If only we could get the rest of the useful idiots out there to do the same! And who cares about the "legality" of waterboarding? It works, there are no physical side affects (no, "psychological and emotional distress" don't count) and it serves the f**kers right. Hey, It's a million times nicer than what they would do to us if the situation was reversed.

</karakter off>

No!!! We need your vote for Hillary! If you don't, then we have no choice but to convert you into a necro-proxy for The Party's™ sake.

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Premier Betty wrote:<karakter off>

And who cares about the "legality" of waterboarding?

The below article refers to it as "illegal torture." Which raises the question: What would they consider "legal torture"?


Los Angeles Times

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Torture is only legal when an American is involved, Commissarka Pinkie. One only needs to look at the events of Waco to fully understand what is acceptable to the world community when we say "legal torture".

Remember: If it's Christian, heterosexual, male, registered to vote Republican, owns a gun or recieved a tax cut in any shape or form it can be tortured. Also, if it wears a uniform it can be tortured (but for the record, we support the troops. Honestly... we do support them despite our anti-military rhetoric). Children are fair game too since Waco established that precedent... or was is Roe v. Wade that established that precedent? Hmm? My memory escapes me sometimes.

Children are fair game too since Waco established that precedent... or was is Roe v. Wade that established that precedent? Hmm? My memory escapes me sometimes.

Chairman, by citing Roe v. Wade you assume that un-expelled abdominal cancer masses are children.



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Thank you! I pride myself on my lojik. Just yesterday I realized that pineapple is made of 2 words. Pine and Apple. However, it doesn't look like an apple, and has nothing to do with pine trees. Therefore, I demand an expensive and utterly useless congressional investigation and board to figure out what the heck is going on with pineapple. I'm not even going to read the results when they come out (if they ever do), but I know someone will.

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comrade dirk wrote: Chairman, by citing Roe v. Wade you assume that un-expelled abdominal cancer masses are children.

Children, un-expelled abdominal cancer mass, belly parasite... it's all the same thing in the Party's eyes, Comrade Dirk. Ultimately it's the womyn's choice to tell her healthcare provider what the thing is and how to properly "deal" with it.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote: The below article refers to it as "illegal torture." Which raises the question: What would they consider "legal torture"?

-off character-

A date with Maureen Dowd.

A Michael Moore film festival.

Air America.

The CBS Evening News with Katie Couric.

The animated version of The Boondocks.

Al Gore speaking at your high school graduation.

Rage Against The Machine.

Nightline with Terry Moron (sic).

Attempting to have a serious conversation with someone who forms their opinons of events based on reading Daily Kos and Rolling Stone and watching The Daily Show.

Shall I continue?

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS PROGRESSIVE STOP (hangs self)

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote: Well... the "list of 21 things to do before you die... if you're a nutcase" is apparently supposed to be funny... I think...

Why do you people send me to these sites? Why do I go? Oh! The pain. The horror!@!!!! Every time I try to be open minded and smell out the opposition I am overcome by the toxic fumes!!!@$@!@@!!! Retch! Here I could have spent my time watching another funny animated gif video on YouTube like this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoC24b-VE9k
And instead I'm reading number 19 on a list of 21 things to do before I die? What the living deuce!!!!! Why 21? Does the man have an extra toe? Why couldn't he spare us all and stop at 20? 10? 0? Or cut to the chase and go suck on the tailpipe of a Greyhound bus RIGHT NOW!!!!!
Here's number 19: Wrap a Barbie doll in barbed wire and give it to a small child as a gift.
And I am reminded of the scene from Brothers Karamazov when the perverted brother admits to Alyosha that he loves putting tacks in bread and feeding the tack to a dog so that it gets torn up from the inside out. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

Sister Massively Opiated wrote:Okay... finished... please, someone, let me know how I did. I'm taking this Adlerian Therapy course and it was one of the assignments... visit a blog, any blog, and analyze the blogger... I also have an art piece assignment to go with it...

I believe I've captured the quizzical brow...

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Okay. I'm so much more calm now. Watching the gorilla picture and waiting for it to move had that effect on me. Watching gorillas and waiting for them to move always has that effect on me and it took, oh, five minutes at least to realize that I was watching a picture and not a real silverback at the zoo. The action level is about the same. My only question, SMO, is "where's the mist?" Isn't there supposed to be mist surrounding all silverbacks? Like "gorillas in the mist" with Diane Whatsits? Or does the radiant, glowing, field of azure sufficiently convey the divine prime material consciousness of the gorilla's demigod status?

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:I do hope you have noticed that not all Commissars have been acting in such a manner....

Actually... I did... and was duly noted, though I must be honest and tell you that I am not quite past the 'cat beast' thing yet... I'm being honest and I hope you understand, as what you call 'cat beast' has been most loyal and decent companion, particularly when I've been very sick, as well as being best Kulak Monster catcher the Cube possesses... I must be as loyal to my cat friends as to my canine friends... is only fair, as they are all deserving.

So... perhaps onward and upward... but with respekt...

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AbecedariusRex wrote:Image
Okay. I'm so much more calm now. Watching the gorilla picture and waiting for it to move had that effect on me. Watching gorillas and waiting for them to move always has that effect on me and it took, oh, five minutes at least to realize that I was watching a picture and not a real silverback at the zoo. The action level is about the same. My only question, SMO, is "where's the mist?" Isn't there supposed to be mist surrounding all silverbacks? Like "gorillas in the mist" with Diane Whatsits? Or does the radiant, glowing, field of azure sufficiently convey the divine prime material consciousness of the gorilla's demigod status?

Not if you scanned the picture from the local rip-off of your yellow pages... heheheh... but try to find alternate titles and you'll discover that a certain sort of mist suffuses your brain after a few minutes... first, try the alternative title thing... maybe something about picking ticks out of his fur... or for that matter, nits... if that fails, I've found that thinking of the questions he's asking himself helps... about the mouse, for example... think about the way he'd suspiciously touch the cord - or if not suspiciously, then at least with a certain trepidation... what did his Mommy make him for dinner? (maybe Spaghettios)... would he like a banana?... try to put yourself in his Naot's and think about how much the world must frighten him... especially all the big moving metal things on the stone paths he can see from his parents' attic... his world has changed so much and he no longer has a place in it... it's quite sad, really, when you look at it from that point of view... but certainly, "Bananas, not Bombs" might be a good starting point... and then maybe some bewildered Gorilla questions.... I give it about eight minutes and you'll be out like a light...

Sweet dreams
SMO...

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:SMO, art isn't my strong suit, but I might suggest adding a pair of his grandfather's underwear--it can even be over his head. (I'm suddenly recalling a really, really disgusting joke from my childhood about how hippies figure out which way to put on their underwear--suffice to say it has to do with "color-coding".)

I noticed from all those links he has a "Shoppe" (Ooh, you just know when it's spelled with two p's and an e on the end, that it must be like, totally cha-cha!) Several items are actually made in the U.S.A, and a couple are tagged as "bestsellers" (his mom and Aunt Gertie must've taken pity on him, sitting out there next to the open tailgate of his Ford Pinto for hours in the cold). He also has his own line of, like, really cool "goodies."

I don't get the impression that his blog is meant to be funny as much as it's unintentionally funny, rather like some movies (my favorite examples being Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and Air Force One).

I suspect that list of 21 things to do is more of a confessional/list of personal grievances--he's either done them (e.g. Item 10) or had them done to him (e.g. Item 1).

Well... would certainly not be the first time sister is confused about underwear... and has been trying several days... I think I must purge thoughts of Mulva and his sandals and nits, and of red man panties from my melon and begin the nighty ritual... The Rat Things's last snack and insulin shot... put on cocoa kettle... take Sister's meds... make sure kava pot is set up so all sleepy sister must do is... oh... wait... nothing... kava pot has timer... choose appropriate music and perhaps Party approved book, and drift off to sleep after cocoa (I know cocoa is silly, but milk makes medications easier on stomach and is some throwback to childhood... or perhaps tryptophan)... and once Rat Thing has settled himself... we drift off...

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"Sometimes I sits and thinks... and sometimes I just sits."

"Goldbook; for the best in hair care."

"Goldbook. Stop yanking your own cord and join the human race."

"Goldbook. Are you a man or a mouse?"

"Goldbook. For all your primal urges."

"Bioengineering. When you care enough to genetically splice a mouse and a gorilla."

"Warning. Has your computer gone ape?"

"Goldbook. Allowing you to tap into a world of useless golden monkeys."

"When the wind is north by northwest, I know a mouse from a monkey."

(this is insane. Why is the gorilla gold? Why is there a mouse proceeding from his genitals? Why is the background suffused in a soft radiance redolent of some opium dens? Why is my head feeling heavy? What are these soft, floating bubbles surrounding my peripheral vision?
{head hits keyboard}
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AbecedariusRex wrote:"Goldbook. Are you a man or a mouse?"

Hey, that's pretty funny!

Here's mine:

Liberal Blogs
The Infinite Ape Theorem Proven

Too obscure?
-Mikhail

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Mikhail T. Kalashnikov wrote:
AbecedariusRex wrote:"Goldbook. Are you a man or a mouse?"

Hey, that's pretty funny!

Here's mine:

Liberal Blogs
The Infinite Ape Theorem Proven

Too obscure?
-Mikhail

No... is good... but you need long list to make you sleepy... though I do have to say that of all of A-Rex's, I quite liked, "When the wind is north by northwest, I know a mouse from a monkey."... is very... I dunno... e.e. cummings... "even the rain forest adores your too small mouse...".. or some such horseshit...

But you see... it works... thing is, I believe that Mulva is not Ape and so even if you put infinite number of Mulvas in front of typewriters, still, infini-mulvas would not produce anything remotely meaningful... would still all just be jabbering a yowling and billyjoebobbing... as if Dante had had some sort of Sesame Street hallucination and felt the need to create a 10th circle of hell where idiot pastry chef falls down stairs with cake in the likeness of bridges and bombs ad infinitum... and noises coming from pit would be as if one put Mother Moonbat, Mulvas and Mimes and Crunchies and Bob Woodward talking in monotone on and on and on with Al Franken sitting on his knee like a ventriloquist's dummy but sounding exactly the same as Woodward (sort of like tandem bagpipe drone)... and underneath it all would be Air Supply's "I'm all outta Love" on repeat... and you would have to listen to it over and over and over for all eternity and not even have fork to stick in eye... Yes... I believe that if you put infinite number of Mulvas in front of infinite number of typewriters, it would be a new type of hell altogether, and I say this realizing that hell is antithetical to korrekt thinking... is just horrible horrible hallucination, as Chairman has probably been tampering with my cocoa again... ah well... Valium it is then...

Sweet dreams, AK... try to think of more pleasant list for Mulva creature... like, what if he was in zoo, but was only three inches tall and all other animals were normal size?... There... that is good line of questioning... Mini Mulvas Mutilated... but how... by what... is good question with much room for many more answers and questions... will be asleep in no time...

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Sister Massively Opiated wrote:
Commissar Pupovich wrote:I do hope you have noticed that not all Commissars have been acting in such a manner....

Actually... I did... and was duly noted, though I must be honest and tell you that I am not quite past the 'cat beast' thing yet... I'm being honest and I hope you understand, as what you call 'cat beast' has been most loyal and decent companion, particularly when I've been very sick, as well as being best Kulak Monster catcher the Cube possesses... I must be as loyal to my cat friends as to my canine friends... is only fair, as they are all deserving.

So... perhaps onward and upward... but with respekt...

My use of the term cat beast is mostly habit from my other forum life... but I was curious so I went to google a definition... and you know, it's funny in a way, for apparently the only derogatory definition of beast is when applied to a human. Clearly a dog also fits under the definition (except of course most good people have the same traits as a dog):

beast (bēst) pronunciation

1. An animal other than a human, especially a large four-footed mammal.
2. New England & Southern U.S. A large domestic animal, especially a horse or bull.
2. Animal nature as opposed to intellect or spirit: “So far the beast in us has insisted upon having its full say” (William Dean Howells).
3. A brutal, contemptible person.

Anyhoo, I will try, and no doubt fail many times, but will try to abstain.

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I humbly present the following for your consideration:

Kwyjibo

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SMO wrote:if Dante had had some sort of Sesame Street hallucination and felt the need to create a 10th circle of hell where idiot pastry chef falls down stairs with cake in the likeness of bridges and bombs ad infinitum... and noises coming from pit would be as if one put Mother Moonbat, Mulvas and Mimes and Crunchies and Bob Woodward talking in monotone on and on and on with Al Franken sitting on his knee like a ventriloquist's dummy but sounding exactly the same as Woodward (sort of like tandem bagpipe drone)... and underneath it all would be Air Supply's "I'm all outta Love" on repeat... and you would have to listen to it over and over and over for all eternity and not even have fork to stick in eye...

<shrieks like a little girl>

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Chairman, I really prefer to think that little girls shriek like you out of admiration.

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After all, what female life form (both living and non-living) can resist the chairman?

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:Anyhoo, I will try, and no doubt fail many times, but will try to abstain.

One may fall back on dictionary definitions, but intent is really what matters, and you must admit that your intent was not good, as you wished to harm them... not to mention that even if the definition of 'bitch' in the dictionary were to be limited to a female dog, you could still call me a 'bitch' with the intention of causing me pain and hurting my feelings. Simply because the dictionary defines something as one thing, does not mean that your use of the word is limited in meaning if your intent is different. But I appreciate your attempts at abstaining from harming them. There are things I dislike quite passionately, yet I do not harm them. But again, your attempts at change are appreciated, both by myself and my feline friends...

SMO

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Now SOM.... I have never once harmed cats, even as a young pup, unless you consider me chasing the creatures off of my car "harming" them, so there is no abstaining to do from harming them. Yes, I know I am too soft.... Surely you didn't believe I was actually physically torturing the creatures? Chase them off, yes....

Now if I can find it, I will pass on to you about the time the Pup, in a moment of weakness, attempted an act of compassion that actually caused me to be hounded by cat lovers trying to rub it in.

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My dog seems to share Pupovich's "cat beast" attitude. He always chases the cat around the apartment, but when he catches her in the corner he doesn't really know what to do and, for the lack of better ideas, starts licking her butt. The cat initially objected and complained, but eventually got used to it and now fatalistically accepts the inevitable while rolling her eyes and trying to act as if it's not happening.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Comrade Betinov, I am quite sure those are not panties, but very brief briefs, due to the--ahem--extra-roomy crotch.

Not necessarily so Commissarka, after many days of research I may have found a match!

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They seem to be similar in shape.

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Nice try, Red Jim, but no match, and no cigar, either. Sister and I concur those are "man-panties."

Note the tag in the center of the back. That's where the tag goes on man-panties. On non-man-panties, the tag is on the side.

And I still say the culprit is Comrade Betinov. If you scroll back to the beginning of this thread, you'll note he was the first to start jumping in, shooting his lid off, accusing The Party of "going wrong" when such a thing is utterly unthinkable; making a big deal out of the fact that just because he lives in a jar, doesn't mean he knows anything about Jar-Jar (when I never said he did in the first place, so why would he volunteer such a detail?), etc. He's like that little "Not Me" goblin in the Family Circus cartoons.

I daresay Betinov is soaking in his own guilt, pickled by his own treachery. And missing a pair of red man-panties, for all his bombast about going "regimental."

ADMIT IT: IF YOU'VE READ THIS FAR, THEN YOU'RE TWISTING AROUND AND STANDING ON YOUR HEAD TO CHECK THE LOCATION OF THE TAG ON YOUR UNDERWEAR.

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I think those are definitely women's undies (or outies, when the occasion occurs). I don't think thongs usually have tags on the sides, and some don't have tags at all.

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True, some don't have tags, Premier Betty--newer ones have the "tag info" printed directly on the undergarment now. But that's definitely a tag I see on the man-panties. And look at how narrow the pink panties are in the crotch, vs the width and depth of the man-panties.

Sister found the man-panties; I will leave it to her to corroborate my assertion. In the meantime, Betty, what are YOU doing with non-man-panties?

And perchance were they white at one time?

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There's no way to put this delicately Commissarka Pinkie, but if they were indeed man-panties they would be a bit revealing. There's no material on either side of the crotch to form shall we say a "sack"? OK, just visualizing that has me craving Vodka,m much Vodka. And I cannot ever remember seeing a tag on non-man-panties, not that I ever really looked of course.

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the meantime, Betty, what are YOU doing with non-man-panties?

They aren't mine, I swear! I just happened to find them in the back seat of my limousine after those... um... activities last night. It's sad really; there are now a couple twin (female) proles out there who are missing their underwear. I guess I can always find them, and sell it back to them at a ridiculously inflated price....


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Red Jim wrote:There's no way to put this delicately Commissarka Pinkie, but if they were indeed man-panties they would be a bit revealing. There's no material on either side of the crotch to form shall we say a "sack"? OK, just visualizing that has me craving Vodka,m much Vodka. And I cannot ever remember seeing a tag on non-man-panties, not that I ever really looked of course.


Newsflash, Red Jim: I believe they're MEANT to be revealing, just like those pink . . . things . . . thongs . . . whatever of Betty's.

Sheesh, do I have to do a whole diatribe now on undergarments? Didn't you ever see Bridget Jones's Diary?

It's like this:

There's the utilitarian kind of underwear a gurl wears for every day--e.g., the big cotton bloomers that go all the way up to her bellybutton (I've seen pairs that even go up to the armpits), that only her mother and grandmother wear, and that they buy for her--and then there's the kind she wears when looking for a little--ahem--action, and I don't mean the kind when your laxative kicks in. I mean the skimpy kind she wears on dates, that gives her wedgies and covers so little that really, what's the point?

For you men, your mother buys you striped boxers and lays them out for you. Your girlfriend, OTOH (or even your wife if she isn't already sick of you bugging her at bedtime/first thing in the morning), will buy you the wild hip-hugging prints that don't have that fly in front.

<OFF KARAKTER>

And here I must digress to make another observation:

Men's utilitarian underwear, courtesy of mother, comes up to the bellybutton and includes a convenient fly-front. Whereas their sexy underwear with the wild animal prints, which they (or their S.O.'s) usually buy in plastic tubes of three, has no such feature.

Women's utilitarian panties--the kind their mothers/grandmas wear and buy for their daughters/granddaughters--do not have any equivalent of a fly front. Yet the sexy, skimpy panties they wear when they decide they might be amenable to "putting out"--sometimes comes with slits.

<ON KARAKTER>

And what do you mean "material on either side of the crotch"? (Though I might ask this question out of karakter, too). I thought your scrotum WAS your crotch. If you have lumpy round things flanking your man-parts, then you need to see a doctor. Those could be buboes--symptoms of Black Death, which wiped out something like a third of Medieval Europe back in the 14th century, and has since been proven to be the direct result of illegal policies by the Bush Administration.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote: There's the utilitarian kind of underwear a gurl wears for every day--e.g., the big cotton bloomers that go all the way up to her bellybutton (I've seen pairs that even go up to the armpits), that only her mother and grandmother wear, and that they buy for her--and then there's the kind she wears when looking for a little--ahem--action, and I don't mean the kind when your laxative kicks in. I mean the skimpy kind she wears on dates, that gives her wedgies and covers so little that really, what's the point?

From my experience, no gurl wears anything under her pants besides a thong, g-string, crotch less panties, or anything along those lines. If they do wear the ancient stuff you were talking about, or normal panties, then they are really lonely and/or have no sense of the current trends.

And the idea of having a guy's balls hanging out on either side of the red underwear would be more excruciating than wearing a barbed wire thong. Those are women's panties, and if you check on any online stores that sell such stuff, that style of panties will only be sold in the women's section. The male thongs will look a lot different and have more room in the penile area.

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Red Jim wrote:Here they are in Spetsnaz Black:

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Again, Red Jim--two words: TAG LOCATION

The red ones in the photo provided by Sister show a tag in the middle of the back. That is only on MAN panties. If there's a tag on the non-man-panties worn by the model pictured above, then they should be on the side seam.

WEEKEND HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT: THE CAPFLOT REPORT (Check All Panties For Location Of Tags). This includes both man and non-man.

I will concede that newer underwear generally doesn't come with tags anymore; that information normally included on tags is now stamped directly on the fabric of the undergarment. However, there may still be exceptions (most notably with the skimpier stuff), and it's up to you to find them and report back here.

You will search all underwear drawers in your domicile and note the location of panty tags, both man and non-man. Man should be on the center back waistband, non-man on the side seam.

Check your landlady's. (Like you haven't before.)

Go to the mall this weekend, and check out Victoria's Secret, or even the ladies' department at Sears or JC Penney. Ask questions of the clerks. Ignore the way they look at you as if they're sizing you up for a straitjacket. Tell them you're either working under a federal grant, or that it's part of a project for your grade school science class, and they'll probably let you have the run of the place.

Report back to me, and bring vodka.

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Premier Betty wrote:And the idea of having a guy's balls hanging out on either side of the red underwear would be more excruciating than wearing a barbed wire thong. Those are women's panties, and if you check on any online stores that sell such stuff, that style of panties will only be sold in the women's section. The male thongs will look a lot different and have more room in the penile area.

That crotch looks plenty wide to me--much wider than those pink things . . . thongs . . . whatever that you stole from the Chairman's girls. Again, I say TAG LOCATION!

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As I typed "men's thongs" into a search engine to bolster my case, I grumbled to myself, "This is NOT how I wanted to spend my Friday night." I've since recanted that thought.

Men's Thongs

I still say a guy has plenty of room in those red commie man-panties.

Now don't anyone bother me anymore for the rest of the night, unless you're dropping off vodka. I'm going to be busy at this other site.


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These are all optical illusions, comrades - and that's the only purpose of those clothes items.

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I go off to my other job for a few days to make some remarks and come back to find hundreds of posts about man panties. WTF? Just how have we gotten from absolute and total control of the world to panties?

And I suppose that Our Many Titted Empress is out taking acting lessons on her laugh or she's be like <i>so</i> pissed off at our taking time off to giggle about panties.

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But if you think that she'll take all this man-panties shit likely, when there's some serious rapine--not raping, shut up Meow--to do, you just don't know her.

And don't think that you can buy her off with all that fancy embroidery on the panties, whether or not they have enough cloth to cover one's saucy bits. Not even if that were Tiffany bling. Well, if it were the entire Tiffany store, she might pay attention, but then I don't think that the panties of John Holmes would hold all that.

And I've checked my shorts, which are most definitely <i>not</i> panties--I have to be very careful here, lest I get a bad reputation--and all the labels are on the back. Where they ought to be. And they have a bit more cloth in the front although I'm not sure that that's not flattery of the sort that you get in your AmEx bill about how discriminating you are, but it has a little less suasion when it comes from an underwear manufacturer. Haynes, in my case, most definitely <i>not</i> Fruit of the Loom.

So let's get back to total control of everything. Let's snatch control from the snatch. Anyone up for the newest wheeze? It's a machine designed by the grandson of that great inventor of the Motherland, Lysenko, which can stop the earth in its orbit and put out the sun. Now that'll make Our Many Titted Empress take notice of me.

I betcha.

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Red Square wrote:My dog seems to share Pupovich's "cat beast" attitude. He always chases the cat around the apartment, but when he catches her in the corner he doesn't really know what to do and, for the lack of better ideas, starts licking her butt. The cat initially objected and complained, but eventually got used to it and now fatalistically accepts the inevitable while rolling her eyes and trying to act as if it's not happening.

If you will just give me your dog's name and number, I will certainly straighten him out....

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:I go off to my other job for a few days to make some remarks and come back to find hundreds of posts about man panties. WTF? Just how have we gotten from absolute and total control of the world to panties?

Commissar, I do believe you and I are on the same plane indeed! I like to consider myself as depraved and amoral as the most progressive comrade. One only consider my biker background, and that was before I saw the light of pure progressivism. But you don't see this commissar posting picture after picture of various undergarments or exploited he/she/its in various states of undress, and for Lenin's sake, I am over the Dept of Eco-Prostitution! But I do have my standards as low as they may be.

How is it that so many seem to have lost their way and waste precious time in our effort to achieve the Progressive World of Next Tuesday™? I will tell you! It is Bush damn him! And many of our comrades are falling for his plan with gusto! Gusto I say!

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All these questions about male/female undergarments need to be submitted to the bureau of undergarment satisfaction and history (the BUSH) where they will be duly noted by the minister:
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Red Jim wrote:
Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Comrade Betinov, I am quite sure those are not panties, but very brief briefs, due to the--ahem--extra-roomy crotch.
Not necessarily so Commissarka, after many days of research I may have found a match!
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Comrade Red Jim,
I'm sorry that you wasted your time, but it was both conceded and confirmed some months back that the pair of red gotchies in question are in fact "man panties' in the Blog (please do not make me find linky - I am not feeling at all well) at the same time that it was admitted that the People's Competition Logo has some homoerotic overtones. Since Sister has actually seen said man panties I can confirm that they do not meet the configuration of any lady panties of any style I have ever seen, known or owned - even the invisible kind. They are not thong or bikini or string bikini or any related type... Further, While it IS difficult to discern from foto, there is more room than could possibly ever be used by female in front panel of said man panties, but when beheld in real life, are clearly meant to 'accomodate' man parts - whatever the scale of said parts. The textile of manufacture, although containing cotton, and therefore not colourfast, does also contain synthetic stretchy component clearly meant to accomodate man parts, whether limp or in erect state (though I can only imagine that this would not be comfortable for long). Last but not least, the fact that I have discovered a name tag on them, indicating ownership and such as one would affix to one's children's clothing when they go to Young Cosmo Pioneers Camp each summer (though belonging to adult male Commissar), would seem to put paid to it. That said, please note that the man panties when first discussed, had long been missing from said Commissar's underpants collection and were not found in that individual's laundry, and so I cannot assign blame to that Commissar who is quite responsible with his laundry in any case.

Oh... but I forget also, ladies panties, no matter the colour, generally have white cotten gusset, while men's, generally, have gusset of matching colour to colour of gotchie. This is usually because the gusset (if there is one, and often there is not) in man panties is usually of the same exact material as the material of manufacture, while the standard for ladies underthings is for the gusset (of which there is almost always one, even in thongs, but quite obviously not in one particular style of underthing which I will not name - is not good for dolphins to be blushing, as it often causes one to lose consciousness as a result of all blood leaving melon and migrating to surface capillaries - to be made of cotton, no matter what the textile of manufacture. I cannot tell you why this is the standard, though I have several theories which I will not expound on in this forum, though which were I to discuss with other female Cubists I believe they would concur with.

And so, I am sorry you have wasted your time... And as I believe we have wasted more than enough time on this topic, I hope we may now move on to more important discussions, such as whether or not Chinese made gotchies should be washed separately altogether because although they have not, to my knowledge yet been recalled, they may soon be if they, like Aqua-dots toys, are found to contain GBH. Similarly, I believe the Chairman has recently had some Hummel painted, and I wish to know if I need worry about any untoward components in the paint that younger Cubists might lick off. Grown ups may fend for themselves and use their own judgement, but I refuse to allow harm to come to any of our pointy future Cubists.

Yours, in laundry
SMO

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OK, if we are going to discuss fashion, here is Party approved fashion.
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Commissar Theocritus Wrote

I go off to my other job for a few days to make some remarks and come back to find hundreds of posts about man panties. WTF? Just how have we gotten from absolute and total control of the world to panties?

I think we need some help from Fidel, Raul, Mr. Pickles, and either Vodka or some of Commissar Pupovich's Bullshrooms, to bring some reality back into our dialogue!

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<turning over cow patty he decides against the Vodka>

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:I go off to my other job for a few days to make some remarks and come back to find hundreds of posts about man panties. WTF? Just how have we gotten from absolute and total control of the world to panties?

You're just not prioritizing... I emailed you to let you know there was a man-panties-centric discussion going on...

Hillary wrote:OK, if we are going to discuss fashion, here is Party approved fashion.
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I find it odd that when the Wendy's commercial aired, people actually protested that it portrayed too negative a stereotype... and yet, not a peep was heard when the following aired (Betty will enjoy it, I think...)

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Nor this...

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Nor even this...

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... I must say this is certainly my favourite, and it was banned on television, though was still released for use on the internet...

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And yet, back in the US, this was banned....

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Which is proof, I believe, that none of us is prioritizing correctly (with the exception of Her Highness and Our Glorious Incarnadine Trapezoid, neither of whom could possibly be wrong)... Now.... if anyone can bring this whole thiing back on topic and get us going in the correct directions again, I believe it's Mr. Pickles.

SMO
who is going to drink much much much more coffee...

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I believe this will help lead us back on topic.... For this may go a long way toward explaining Pinkie and her vodka dreams....

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And from whence did the father learn this?

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