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Fetishist Sprays Bleach Marks on Women's Bottoms

east_bay_gray — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 21:19:16 GMT

SAPPORO -- A mystery attacker has been spraying bleach or a similar liquid on the skirts and trousers of women in central Sapporo, leaving embarrassing marks on their clothing, it has been learned.

A total of 15 attacks have occurred in subway stations, underground shopping centers and other areas since March, police said. Forty-four similar attacks were reported between May and July last year, but the perpetrator has not yet been apprehended. Police suspect a single person is responsible.

http://mdn.mainichi.jp/national/news/20080328p2a00m0na008000c.html

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Hey, yo!

MickD — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 03:51:10 GMT

How's it hanging?

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Star Wars Fans in Line... at the Wrong Theater

east_bay_gray — Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:31:27 GMT

http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117920656?categoryid=1236&cs=1&s=h&p=0

More than a month before the premiere of Revenge of the Sith, fans are already lining up. Outside Grauman's Chinese Theater, eleven diehard Star Wars fans (i.e. lifelong virgins) are waiting for tickets to go on sale. Unfortunately, it appears that the guys with girlfriends will have the last laugh as the Chinese Theater isn't even premiering the film."

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sleepy japanese fortune tellers

east_bay_gray — Sat, 02 Apr 2005 20:43:29 GMT

http://masamania.com/archives/2005/03/the_reason_fort.html#more

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McDonald's Bathroom Attendant

triple-d — Fri, 25 Feb 2005 16:45:29 GMT

http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=46

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elderly justice

east_bay_gray — Sat, 05 Feb 2005 20:43:49 GMT

windows media:
http://mfile.akamai.com/5022/wma/coast.download.akamai.com/5022/clips/05/02/020305_incident.asx

realshit player:
http://mfile.akamai.com/5022/rm/coast.download.akamai.com/5022/clips/05/02/020305_incident.ram

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handicapped wrestling

east_bay_gray — Wed, 02 Feb 2005 00:49:18 GMT

http://masamania.com/archives/2005/01/handicapped_pro.html#more

i'll just leave it at that.

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li e girls!

east_bay_gray — Tue, 26 Oct 2004 19:58:15 GMT

http://www.liegirls.com/quicktime.html

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stunning cunts?

triple-d — Thu, 14 Oct 2004 20:33:13 GMT

I think I saw one last night.

anyone else see it?

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harrison ford

east_bay_gray — Thu, 07 Oct 2004 03:33:01 GMT

saying "whatup, biyatch!" with total enthusiasm.

the website is for a film by his son...

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satan's blog

east_bay_gray — Thu, 30 Sep 2004 02:21:58 GMT

http://www.satanforbush.com/

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karoshi

east_bay_gray — Wed, 29 Sep 2004 20:14:20 GMT

pics of exhausted salarymen snoozing on the march of death...from one of my new favorite websites...

http://masamania.com/archives/2004/09/japanese_busine.html#more

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This only counts as cunning

lisabunny — Mon, 09 Aug 2004 07:00:59 GMT

Since the "I was triple-dod-dared" excuse got them out of trouble

http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2004-07-29-thong-and-dance_x.htm

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one time...

east_bay_gray — Sat, 10 Apr 2004 09:04:41 GMT

i was about 17, and i was with a group of friends waiting for some other people to return from a huge long bike trip in a parking lot of a little mini-mall. a midnight blue jaguar pulls up, and out steps howard stern in sunglasses and a trenchcoat.

it was like, june, and it was hot. a few of us waved and said hello to him, and he totally ignored us, in this little parking lot, and just kept walking twoards the tiny little tanning/massage spa there. couldn't even say hello to us (this was, of course, long before he was known outside of new york).

so we smeared greasy frosted cupcakes all over his car, and left.

fuck that ugly asshole...

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Heads up.

BunBun — Fri, 16 Apr 2004 18:43:59 GMT

Just keeping this thing alive. I think the concept has merit. So, in the spirit of cunning stunts, I present to you:

THE STRANGE PLACES I'VE WOKEN UP AFTER DRINKING FAR TOO MUCH LIST!!!!!!!!!!!

1.)Around a lawn flamingo. My hand was up a garden gnomes' ass.

2.)Under a deck

3.)In the middle of winter, I was propped in front of an open door with tacks stuck in my ass. What a rich man am I to have friends like that...

4.)Smothered nearly to death by a fat man's arm in a waterbed. Fully clothed (can I hear a praise Jesus?).

5.)In a closet under a staircase.

6.)In the cupboard under the slurpee machine in 7-11 (I like falling asleep to humming noises).

7.)In a mound of leaves, with about ten millipedes running through my hair.

8.)In a ditch on a pair of crutches. I'm not sure where they came from.

9.)In an empty camping lot, having fallen asleep in a tent. Everything was where it should have been, sleeping bags, lantern, etc. But no tent. Like it dissolved. The tent was later found fully erected at the top of a tree. See 'friends' on point three.

10.)In a charred circle of shag carpeting. With shoepolish warpaint on. Naked. I was awakened by the party girls' parents.

That's about all I can remember offhand. But please, add your own experiences. Keep Atom's tribe alive!

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jumping for jesus

east_bay_gray — Thu, 08 Apr 2004 05:07:17 GMT

"We do not jump rope nor are we affiliated with any one who does. "

http://thejesusteam.org/

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Airman AWOL

samhain — Tue, 18 May 2004 19:39:22 GMT

When I was in the Air Force in Tech school I organized an illegal road trip over Labor Day weekend. I got a friend to rent a lovely Buick Century. No insurance, please. That's two dollars a day extra! We left Keesler AFB (in Biloxi Mississippi) on Friday night and dropped my just out of Basic Training roomie (who was not even allowed to leave the base) off at a Burger King in Virginia ,saying "see you on Monday" We proceeded to Manhattan where I got us up to 105mph in the Lincoln Tunnel, earning myself a permenant spot in the passenger seat. We dropped two more pals off in the city and went to Action Park, a water park in NJ.

Slept in the parking lot there Had a blast and left at night to go get everyone. We somehow found everyone and made it back to base with 3 minutes before curfew.

This was the worst kept secret in the history of the military yet nobody ratted us out. In fact it was SO bad that months later, new airmen would see my name on my uniform and say "Holy shit! You're the guy from that road trip!"

I had earned the nickname...Airman AWOL.

On a side note: At that time Keesler was the only military base that would permit underage airmen to drink (at the airmans club) Due to the amount of trouble my little group caused that was upped to 21 the week after we left. We had done our part to keep Biloxi safe for decent people.

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smoking my way to tokyo

east_bay_gray — Tue, 20 Apr 2004 05:15:45 GMT

an excerpt from an unpublished article, ca. 1997. enjoy.

Going off to the orient for an exotic adventure is one of those western myths that held me since childhood. Tattooing helped me escape the very real possibility of scraping gum off the sidewalk forever (yes, I've done it) and it would open the door for me to fly my narrow ass to the other side of the earth, and make a little money at it so I could stay long enough to really experience some of the culture.

I already had Zurich, Frankfurt and Amsterdam etched in my little old passport (I call it a hall pass) thanks to the miracle of business deductions, so other than being a totally tattooed freak with bad hair I managed to slip through without a strip search, tattoo gear intact.

After taking it up the ass from United all day, (they "lost" my biggest and most valuable laden bag, it showed up on the next flight - mangled, short of all my CD's and my condoms, too, oddly enough) and getting heldover a night in LA (hey, my ticket says Frisco lady, but whatever), I was frazzled enough, and so properly ripped on inflight vodka 35,000 feet above certain death that I managed to talk myself into copping a smoke in the little metal toilet box they call a bathroom. It's a 12-hour flight or something, and believe me, you'll want me to have a smoke if I'm on the same plane as you. It's the right thing to do. I think JAL still lets you smoke, but believe me, if I was at a point in my life where I could afford to have occidental amazons in little airline uniforms bend over me with a tray of sushi, I'd be there right now, paper slippers or no.

So I did a really pro job deactivating the smoke detector with the cardboard from a maxi pad generously provided from a slot in the metal wall, and a roll of masking tape I keep in my pencil box. Jammed open the vacuum seal in the bottom of the "stainless" steel bowl, and made like I was in junior high again. McGuyver would be proud. I hotboxed that tasty old fag till it had a cherry on it an inch and a half long. The nicotine hit me like a bullet train, being without any all day, loaded on miniature smirnoff bottles, not sleeping for three days, etc., etc.

I had enough sense to splash around some watered down courtesy cologne (you know it comes from that same truck with all the fuel hoses and shit on it at the terminal) and to do the old rinse and spit.

I just had to be pretty deliberate about returning to my seat; the jaunt down the slowly spinning runway aisle thing was not cool. So I got away with it, until the oldest, ugliest flight attendant alive tried to bust me out with that "Sir" thing coupled with the "I'm not just doing my job I'm actually enjoying it" look on her overpainted cakehole. Seems somebody in the back smelled me going by and was pissed off that they hadn't thought of it themselves. Only a dedicated smoker jonesing for a pacifier could have detected it amidst the nasal agony that is modern jet travel. I play dumb, she leaves, comes back with a firmer lilt to her vocabulary and now I'm not "Sir" anymore. I hold my stance of denial and ignorance till she leaves for good.

Two things: this might mean The Man will be waiting for me on the ground, and, I'm going to have a hell of a time getting another drink until then. I go back to pretending I'm sleeping.

I land in the biggest goddamn airport of them all, I swear to god, and autopilot through a series of buses, stairs, people movers, and more stairs just to get off the tarmac. As the reality sets in, I go through one easy passport check and stumble into a smoking lounge. Not some airtight plexiglass confinement cell, but some soft office chairs, a couple of chrome standing ashtrays, and a couple of old Chinese guys filling them up slowly. Perfect. Time to clear the old brain bucket. I needed to get out of "no sense of time" mode and into "finding my way out of there". Just as I get comfortable, here she comes, with the rest of the fight crew, and she saw me smoking there from a hundred yards. I returned Medusa's gaze with a look that let her know I was enjoying the cigarette and the situation far more than she enjoyed her job.

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this other time...

east_bay_gray — Sat, 10 Apr 2004 09:08:05 GMT

i was in art school, at a house party... and jack daniel's convinced me that i could climb up a gutterpipe from the second story roof me and my buddy were hanging out on, up to the third story window.

i came to: flat on my back, on a brick sidewalk, with pieces of a nearby tree clutched in my hands, and in a lot of pain.

my back has been screwed up ever since.

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Things I Like

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 01:43:37 GMT

I like:

1. Pet Wussies

2. Nointy Pipples

3. Bound Rutts

4. Tirm Fits

5. Bewy Dush

6. Chumpable Hicks

These are a few of my thavorite fings!

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spooner and his isms...

east_bay_gray — Thu, 08 Apr 2004 05:55:56 GMT

a shining wit...

soul purgery...

sleeping bag?

sure pretty...

Have you seen her sick duck?

pheasant plucker...

tool kits...

smart fella...

hot pie...

fire truck.

cunning stunts's topics - tribe.net

Fetishist Sprays Bleach Marks on Women's Bottoms

Hey, yo!

Star Wars Fans in Line... at the Wrong Theater

sleepy japanese fortune tellers

McDonald's Bathroom Attendant

elderly justice

handicapped wrestling

li e girls!

stunning cunts?

harrison ford

satan's blog

karoshi

This only counts as cunning

one time...

Heads up.

jumping for jesus

Airman AWOL

smoking my way to tokyo

this other time...

Things I Like

spooner and his isms...

i admit...