tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357386992012-01-20T20:12:49.315+08:00You can't handle the truth, pussy!Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-61264703166775828742007-04-12T01:13:00.000+08:002007-04-12T03:27:14.278+08:00

Because a has-been like Eric Fructuoso isn't material meaty enough for a post, I cannot write anything about him without mentioning his former group, the Gwapings. And so I scoured the net for photos of the defunct pogi boy group...and failed miserably. Try it: Go to Google Images, type "Gwapings", and voila! Nothing! Well, except for a couple of loser photos and even some so horrific they could

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Because having a rocking body and being rich is not enough reason to go on living, Oscar-winning actress Halle Berry divulged that she indeed considered committing suicide. In an article on People.com, it says:"Berry, 40, admits to Parade magazine that she tried to gas herself when her fiery union to Atlanta Braves baseball star David Justice collapsed, but pulled out at the last minute."Say what

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Tacky seat covers double as men's blouses; and the guy at the back is so appalled he has to close his eyes as he cringesIn the tradition of posts about reality artista search dudes doing really stupid things, enter Fred Payawan. Fred who? Panopio? No! Payawan.According to a PEP article bluntly titled Fred Payawan Admits He Is Still A Virgin, apparently that Fred person was in DJ Mo Twister's "

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-69328285777245240292007-03-24T13:42:00.000+08:002007-03-24T13:46:41.462+08:00

Michael Jackson FINALLY had a sex changeIn behalf of the female population, I apologize to all the boyfriends in the world who have gold-digging biatches for girlfriends. However, I make no apologies for your stupidity in not knowing the difference between her hand going for your crotch and her hand going for your wallet when you're watching a movie or something.But I won't tell you to break up

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-45274827607264129152007-03-22T02:19:00.000+08:002007-03-22T04:08:00.255+08:00

"He farted, not I!"This season of American Idol is a snoozefest. Of course there are undeniably talented contestants—not to mention the token rocker, the token sex symbol, the token talented big black singer, and the token sucky singer. (And of course, I'll still watch each and every episode) But the funny thing is, even if some of AI's singers suck, they sing way better than some of our very own

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This is old news, but I just want to remind everyone that Jericho Rosales is in a band. With an album. I'd like to say that Jeans, Echo's (yeah, we're close) band, follows in the pansy footsteps of fellow pogi band Hale, but every time I see Echo's three bandmates and feel no urge whatsoever to throw them against the wall and rip their clothes off (and the thought makes me want to hurl instead),

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The blonde chick from some obscure European countrypreferred wearing her G-string around her legsA few years ago, a sample of Vulva came in the office mail. We weren't sure if it was a sincere gift to all our virgin officemates who have never seen/touched/smelled a vagina in their entire lives. But anyway, so there it was, and we had no idea what it was until we read the enclosed leaflet, which

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This is for entertainment purposes only and doesn’t reflect actual events of people known to author other than fictitious aspects of her silly brilliant mind. Unless you really believe that I happened to overhear someone's conversation with Le Trump. In Meheeko. Anyway, any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Somewhere in Mexico a few days before the Miss Universe 2007 pageant

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Those crazy Japs are at it again! This time, though, I'm not too sure if this should be considered more of a sex toy rather than a gadget. Whatever. Either way, say hello to the nifty-kinky Angel Kitty french maid USB keyboard. The costume comes with a built-in silicon keyboard for your girlfriend to wear and for you to actually use with your Windows computer. And here's how it's going to look

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"Duh... uh... ngggguh... huhhhh..."So right now in showbiz, the only thing louder than Kris Aquino's mouth is news that her basketball player husband, James Yap, cheated on her with some nurse named Hope. Okay, fine, pretend all you want that you don't give a shit about this bit of gossip, but do continue to read this post for its entertainment value, LOL.Well, for one, take a look at this

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The grammar police was so hungry they ate punctuation marksLet's all admit it, we never update our Friendster profiles for self-fulfillment. We never gain joy and shed tears of happiness from reading and rereading our useless profiles. The only reason we fill in those stupid blanks is to show off. We want to broadcast how cultured we are with our high-brow interests like, I don't know, poetry,

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Actual news, folks. And I must say, I'm not shitting you."DETROIT - Home-buyers of tomorrow could find themselves walking across floors made from manure. Researchers at Michigan State University and the U.S. Department of Agriculture insist it's no cow pie in the sky dream.They say that fiber from processed and sterilized cow manure could take the place of sawdust in making fiberboard, which is

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Erik's center of gravity wasn't the only thing that confused himNow this is the actual title of the news bit: "Erik chooses Piolo and Sam over Rufa Mae." I'm not shitting you. Now I don't know about you guys, but that in itself sets off a ding in my head that there's something quite suspicious about that Erik Santos character. Not that joining and singing ballads in a singing contest on national

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Edward Scissorhands forgot to wear eyelinerSo, apparently John Mayer and Jessica Simpson are fucking each other's brains out. Now if that first sentence is too uncouth for your goody-goody senses, what I meant was John Mayer and Jessica Simpson are dating. And probably fucking each other's brains out. Not that Jessica needs any degree of wild shagging to get her brains expelled by her body, but

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Miss Diss: Today we have a very special guest to help me rummage for dissable stuff on Ebay.ph.Mr. D: And FYI, I've got nothing to do with this shit. The only reason you dragged me into this is to make sure someone at least reacts to your pseudo punchlines.Miss Diss: Screw you. (whimpers softly)Item No. 1Miss Diss: You want a pair of short?Mr. D: Kunin mo nga yung short mo dun sa samapayan.Miss

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Esteban wanted only one thing from Wind BlownWhen I read about the new film about the man who died from shagging a horse, I laughed. And I was dying to know exactly how he fucked the poor animal. I mean, think of the possibilities. If you can't imagine it, then picture gay sex with someone with a printout of Black Beauty over his face. It could go either fucking way!Of course I should've been

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Not surprisingly, I've had my share of bizarre comments on this blog, which I welcome with open arms and an expectant wallet because having the verbal equivalent of men's underwear being thrown at me is better than having tumbleweeds scurry past my blog.However! This one, posted on my introductory post at Putanginamo!com, really takes the freaking cake:I should be flattered that above

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...if his life depended on it.Oh, Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam. Even if your so-called friends defend you, why can't you deny you're gay? Is it because, good heavens, you do suck cock and like being shagged from behind? Your interview was the most fucking hilarious thing I've ever read since I've re-read my latest blog post. Of the 23,894,320,823,479,123 possible responses to the question "Are you gay?"

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Stiff necks: uncomfortableI never knew who Daniella Cicarelli was until I heard she had YouTube blocked in Brazil because of her pseudo sex scandal video. With my insatiable desire to live up to my smart-ass image, I did my research on this controversial model and now I know that she was Ronaldo's ex, which is all that really matters because I don't give a jackshit about how good-looking she is,

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-86809844166748865012007-01-10T21:12:00.000+08:002007-01-11T01:26:54.474+08:00

Reposted from Putanginamo!com (click it to see one-fourth of my actual face, hehe):Hi, I’m Miss Diss (but you can call me Miss Diss) and some time last week, I left my first ever comment here on Putanginamo!com. And now for some strange reason—thanks to Mr. Obet, good feng shui, and the countless cuss words on my blog—I’ve become one of this site’s guest bloggers.I (barely) maintain two blogs

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-63243280541505613152007-01-09T01:45:00.000+08:002007-01-09T03:11:47.887+08:00

Toilet dock, hardeehar, get it? The official product name is the "Atech iCarta Stereo Dock for iPod with Bath Tissue." It supports most iPod dock connectors and swears to high heavens that it will "enhance your experience in any room with your favorite music from your iPod." I've heard of singing in the shower, but singing while shitting? In any case, I bet it goes perfectly well with the Sudoku

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Crazy Pipe, not crazy pipe as in crazy mute. Anyway, I don't know how it even became Mark Herras' song, all he did was just dance to it. But I fucking can't get it off my head. Worse, I even find myself unconsciously bobbing my head to it when I hear it—if not imagining myself doing those popular dance steps. Egad!My theory why the song's so catchy is it was recorded using the backmasking

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It's not as difficult as you think.1. Have a really ugly-ass name that sounds as though everyone's babytalking you even as they say, "Fuck you, pansy boy [insert ugly-ass name]! I hope 20 million stinky hairy men rape you in the...the nose, muthafucka!" Restrain yourself from adding an "h" in "Boy."2. Try hard to look as though you're trying real hard to act. Make sure to emphasize the "trying

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-68740890891147703122007-01-02T20:58:00.000+08:002007-01-02T21:53:30.782+08:00

As I was listening to music on Pandora.com, I checked out the details of the particular track I was listening to and lo and behold...Thus this sneaking suspicion that this little known band's lead singer is this guy:Boobies: squishyPossible tracks of their album include revivals of hit songs such as:1) Mike Francis' "Let Me In"2) Michael Bolton's "Can I Touch You There"3) The Foo Fighters' "Big

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-74370488315755160962006-12-30T16:42:00.000+08:002006-12-30T16:51:56.760+08:00

Click for a larger view! (Now if only it was just as easy to enlarge tits or weiners)

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In life, there's a shitload of things to be embarrassed about. Your weight. That single red zit people's eyes stray towards (but they try so fucking hard to look everywhere but there). Or accidentally saying "speel-pruf" instead of "spill-proof" out loud in front of a posse of coño Embassy regulars. But for this company fittingly named Jiahe, you should be self-conscious about your nose.Fake

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According to this article on posted Yahoo, "It may be the season to hand out presents but Philippines government workers have been ordered not to accept Christmas gifts in order to avoid any appearance of bribery."Yeah, like government officials will once and for all stop parading their huge-ass SUVs on jampacked pothole-strewn highways—and worse, use policemen and their earwax-liquefying sirens

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According to this article, Say Alonzo vehemently defends diss-magnet Sam Milby against claims that the collar-popping dude is gay. According to the story, Say told reporters: "I know 100 percent he's not gay!" She added: "Every time that they mention in the papers... Siyempre, nahe-hurt ako kasi kilala ko ‘yung tao and I know that he's not gay."Say what? Moreover, Say who? Look, if some random

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-91727121222761490372006-12-14T23:41:00.000+08:002006-12-14T23:47:20.532+08:00

Manly, just manly.I really don't understand why people—especially Filipino men—"tweak" their collars upward. I mean, hello? Is it that fucking cold here in tropical Philippines? If it is, can't you afford a freaking turtleneck shirt instead?I dunno, maybe in the case of this guy right here, though, maybe he's just trying to hide a hickey—by Piolo or Uma, who knows?

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Dear Britney, despite all the upskirt brouhaha, there are many reasons to thank you. First, for creating classics such as "Hit Me Baby One More Time" and "Oops! I Did It Again." Second, for inspiring teenagers to achieve their dreams by dressing like hookers and dancing wildly in vain attempts of making their flat chests bounce like porn stars—only to give pedophiles reason to be thankful they're

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It’s cheese versus cheese here in diss-anything.blogspot.com as mush master Daniel Bedingfield goes mano a mano with mopey meister James Blunt. Things are going to get ugly, real ugly here—tossing starry-eyed, puppy-love prose to each other, a brutal exchange of tear-jerking phrases that would make even Joe D’ Mango want to throw himself off a cliff, and an onslaught of strikes at Shift+F7 on the

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In other words, Chinese spam.If you've read my email exchange with Mr. James Brown, you shouldn't be surprised that I, yet again, am bitching about spam. Stupid fucking spam. And yesterday—surprise, surprise—guess what was in my inbox?Click here for the bigger fileI was so fascinated with the Chinese characters and was simply touched that a stranger would go all Hallmark-y and "You've Got Mail"

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When your boss peers at you from that chair that's obviously too big from him (because he enjoys the feeling of being in that damn oversized chair even if he looks like a balding dwarf in it; the same way that dirty old men in flashy sports cars assume that fast, colorful, and noisy machines would fool people into believing their schlongs are any bigger than a tube of Chapstick), don't you

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-75576657528762123792006-11-28T21:15:00.000+08:002006-12-05T03:11:45.431+08:00

If the picture above was enough to catch your attention, make you want to finally post comments here, compel you to add this blog to your links list, inspire you to rummage through my archives because of your newfound love for this site, but most of all, to click on the shameless sellout AdSense links all over this page, then read no further; let the picture speak for itself.But if you're that

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Donald desperately wanted to go back to PekingNow this is what I want. Way more than that stupid chicken. According to the product description, the Choke a Duck "[is a] happy duck [that] waddles around and flaps his wings to the tune of 'The Birdy Song'... it won't be long before you want to stop the annoying repetitiveness! Grab him up by the neck while dancing and he will scream and cluck like

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-43708557716406930032006-11-24T20:30:00.000+08:002006-11-25T01:44:25.852+08:00

So I checked my Gmail's spam folder and found the usual penis enlargement tablet/pump/voodoo spell as well as a number of other useless shit. But this email caught my attention:If you're too lazy to click on it for a larger view, here's what it says, copied and pasted as it is: Dear Friend Sir/MadamIam Mr.JAMES BROWN the SON of late MR. BROWN FRANCIS,the renowned Zimbabwean,wine and catle

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"Donut buy!"Okay, that was a lame title, don't you agree? Well fuck you if you do. Anyway, when I got to the office a while ago (late as usual), I saw boxes upon boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts—okay, doughnuts—saying "hi" and "eat me" to me. Turned out the Philippine franchise gave our department like over 20 boxes of sample doughnuts (prototypes, if you will) just because we're cute, suckers for

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-3440860220798169592006-11-21T21:15:00.000+08:002006-11-21T21:37:10.581+08:00

Too much stress turned the poor thing red"Cuddle up with Pooki. His unusual eyes and bewildered look make him instantly loveable, but you can't help but wonder, how far can he see with those eyes?"Okay, there's absolutely nothing wrong or funny about this cuddly little animal/pillow/devil/sex organ sounding thing/alien. Unless of course, you've got a dirty little mind (why you naughty person you!

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-44400409483319337212006-11-20T02:05:00.000+08:002006-12-05T03:15:41.210+08:00

I don't get why a lot of people make fun of David Caruso. I mean, come on, look at him. What's there to ridicule about him? What's so funny about being as expressive as Steven Seagal? Anyway, because I have nothing but utmost respect for this scrawny redhead, here are tips for fellow David Caruso devotees who are just dying to be like him.1. Quit a TV show during the height of its popularity to

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The dude who created the Steven Seagal Emotion Chart forgot the following expressions, though:- posing for the customary wacky shot- pissed- drunk- pissed drunk- stoned- shitting (constipated)- shitting (diarrhea)- has itchy 'nads- being raped in the shower by 17 smelly inmates with boils on their butt cheeks- in a DVD marathon of all his films, thus so embarrassed with himself that he wants to

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-54509761931432488212006-11-17T02:29:00.000+08:002006-11-17T02:43:00.177+08:00

Speaking of the ugly-ass Jude Law photo, what's the point of this blog's existence without an equally ugly-ass Sienna Miller picture as well? So here, take a fucking good look at it. Men should try wanking at the memory of her flashing her ass (and tits!) on Alfie. Then take a long, hard look at this photo again. You guys may just end up finishing off to a vision of Jude Law grinding half-naked

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Even the ugly duckling had reason to grin widelyTake a good look at this little doodad. It looks like a typical rubber ducky your baby brother or sister would put in their mouths with much gusto as if it really tastes like anything remotely close to ice cream, cake, or even corned beef (I suppose you can say the same about foreplay, hardeehar). But of course, the mere fact that it's here in

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Jude Law was so hot in Alfie. Like so hot he could've given men hard-ons just by smiling his oh-so charming smile. But I'm not a man so to me, he was just plain hot.And then this photo. I would've loved to write something like: "Oh, Jude, what have you done to yourself? Did the nanny of your kids watch too much Alfie that she had gotten so aroused by your oh-so charming smile that she couldn't

Miss Disshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04939813154704601107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35738699.post-65981043492306551622006-11-09T19:23:00.000+08:002006-11-09T20:57:39.155+08:00

Is this:a) Silver-plated, fossilized arms of Mr. Fantastic after an accidental death that involved alcohol, a power saw, and an itchy ass.b) A coffee stirrer for rich prudes to tickle them with the idea that, OMG, I'm actually using a hand to mix my espresso!c) A nipple tickler.Although the answer is none of the above, letter C comes pretty close. And no, sorry to disappoint you but this isn't a

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Exchange geeky handshakes, spank each other's butts, and say "Wazzaaap?" to the Mr. T In Your Pocket. According to the product description: "Is someone giving you trouble? Is someone backtalking you? You need Mr. T on your side! Soon you'll be pitying the fool who starts jibber-jabbering! Mr. T is famously known for his role as Sgt. Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus in the 1980s television series The A-Team

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It's bad enough that clowns like Paris Hilton, Macaulay Culkin, and Dan Brown have actually written books. Like real ones that are displayed on Powerbooks to be scanned while waiting for someone or those that losers wield in coffee shops or the MRT to simulate intelligence. Now, lo and behold, Mr. Britney Spears himself aka Kevin Federline is planning to write a book about himself. K-Fed tells

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Ha! So, one of my posts made it to The Man Blog. And correct me if I'm wrong (too lazy to dig up their archives; couldn't even give a lame excuse that I'm too busy with work to back read the good guys' posts), but am I the first girl to ever have anything posted there? Am I? Am I?!I'm so the man. I'M SO FUCKING THE MAN!And as a thank you to the good editors of The Man Blog, here's a shameless

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Count Dracula's agonizing diarrhea fucked up his chronologyShit. What the hell are they going to think of next? And it's 16 fucking US dollars! Whatever happened to good ol' Joy (before they employed the ridiculous marketing strategy of tossing plastic Golden Retrievers on top of taxi cabs)? Or reading Xerex (then using Cristy Fermin's column to wipe your ass—only if you run out of Joy, of

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If there were only two other men left in the world and a low voice thundering from somewhere told you to sleep with either of them (otherwise you'll be raped by 1,387 walking balls of bad breath, body odor, and libag with moustaches), whom would you choose? ID pictures: unflatteringSo, who's it going to be, soldier? EXHIBIT SMCastration: a momentous and happy occasionHe sings, acts like he knows

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Oh my God. Match.com is the shiznit! A co-worker told me that one of our bosses’ profile was up on the site and since it was reeking of blackmail potential, I was dying to check it out using my office computer during office hours with the risk of him seeing me gawking at his profile. Unfortunately, I never found it. However, fortunately (or was it unfortunately?), I stumbled upon other gems that

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The starlet couldn't afford decent skin care after spending all her dough on rebonding.For once in my life, I can say with conviction that I'm prettier than Lindsay Lohan. I'M PRETTIER THAN LINDSAY LOHAN! At least based on this photo (taken during an Xbox event last week). Sure, she still has hooters huge enough to land on her tummy once she gives birth, but damn, in this picture, she sure is

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And what scene sparked those rumors that Matthew "Salma Hayek Dumped Me" McConaughey and Lance "I Dumped Sheryl Crow When She Had Cancer And Oh, I Had Testicular Cancer Too" Armstrong were more than friends again?Celebrity A-listers can't afford "air cool" sandosIsn't it enough that they do everyfuckingthing together like high-pitched, giggly, and clingy girl best friends who have never had

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But first, is this: a) a yellow guitar with no strings that suspiciously looks like a tennis racket; b) a Teflon yellow frying pan that suspiciously looks like a tennis racket; or c) okay, a freaking yellow tennis racket.Of course, the answer is "none of the above." Believe it or not, this little doodad is an electric fly swatter. As the product description goes, "This electric tennis racket fly

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The colored chicken was wrongfully accused of stealing mobile phones.This is one useless shit that I want to have. I want this chicken! Give me the fucking chicken! Only for US$14, this kitschy son (okay, daughter) of an egg will "add style to [my] cellphone"! I WANT YOU, YOU OVERCOOKED CHICKEN INASAL! But wait! According to the website, it's already out of stock! Fucking A! 10 million other

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Much has been said about the infamous PLDT DSL customer service agent that has made the brand name PLDT DSL worse than it already is. Of course I couldn't allow such a thing to go undissed. It's just so bad that it's too good to pass up.But first, a comment from YouTube, where audio of the call was posted: "[Username of person who uploaded the clip] SHOW UR ARE JUST INSECURE. You look for any

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What does it take to be white? Not just mestiza white, but you know, like bond paper white. I recently browsed Ebay.ph looking for unloved and unappreciated CDs (and okay, unloved and unappreciated designer clothes and bags, too), when I saw the listings for like a gazillion whitening products. There were like so many of them an entire municipality could turn Caucasian or albino in no

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The misleading class photo couldn't reveal who's the shortest in the group.There must be something wrong with this season of The Amazing Race because it’s been five episodes and five less teams yet I still am not passionately rooting for anyone. Which means something because I’ve been following The Amazing Race since season one.At the beginning of the race, host Phil Keoghan revealed to racers

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I meant Ohana, the new resto in SM Megamall, not "family" as it means in the Hawaiian language. There's this new eating place beside Yellow Cab in Megamall second floor building A, Ohana Hawaiian BBQ, which boasts of, you guessed it, Hawaiian barbecue and what-have-you. What the hell's so Hawaiian about the place, anyway? The attendants wear Hawaiian shirts, yes, but they look more like floral

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Now to set the right tone for this blog, scrap my first post (the actual one) altogether off your minds and read this instead.Anyway, I'm the type who easily gets carried away with TV ads, posters, and anything that has everything to do with companies wooing (more of duping, really) suckers into buying their products. Needless to say, if Jerry Maguire got Renee Zellweger's character at "hello,"

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This is my first post, though this is my second blog. My first blog (which from here on I shall refer as MFB) is still active, but I want to do something entirely different with this one. My identity in MFB is kept secret from this one, and vice versa. So, yeah, it's like I'm two-timing my own visitors. Like anyone cares.I want to make this one thematic. This will revolve around me doing one

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