A nice lady in Orem, Utah, was very upset about some t-shirts in the window of a PacSun store in a mall, because just look at those mostly naked women there! Judy Cox and her 18-year-old son (who you just know has to be delighted at being part of this story) weren't actually shopping at PacSun, but they could see those horribly provocative black and white photos in plain sight. So Ms. Cox went into PacSun and told a manager that those dirty dirty t-shirts with ladies' dirty dirty pillows hanging out had no place in the window, but the manager said the display couldn't come down, not without the OK from the main corporate office.
Okay, serious question everyone: Exactly which one of them was getting stuff rammed down their throats?
On one hand PacSun could claim to be the rammees, what with this lady flexing her seriously toned shaming finger trying to out-Taliban the actual Taliban?
On the other, the Church Lady could claim her throat was violated by the total photographic smuttery of sinful ladyflesh that obviously caused her little innocent son some temptation and put undue stress on the seams of his Temple Garments.
I seem to recall, in the mid-to-late 70's, a teevee concept called "Family Hour", when they could GUARANDAMNTEE there'd be no naught bidness, uh-uh. Didn't last.
<blockquote>This did not deter our hero of decency one whit: Judy Cox bought all 19 of the shirts in stock, at a cost of $567. But the joke is on the store! Because, you see, she&rsquo;s going to return the shirts for a refund as close to the end of the 60-day limit as she can.</blockquote> Yeah, but I&#039;ll bet she keeps the lube.
The store should be unexpectedly closed on that last day for returns.
Almost but not entirely OT: <a href="http:\/\/www.livescience.com\/43470-kate-upton-zero-g-sports-illustrated.html" target="_blank">Zero-gravity research for the common man.</a>
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I saw the sitcom. They decide that it is porn, but the joke&#039;s on her when then they lock her away for buying <i>porn</i>.
I can picture this woman locking herself in the laundry room manically screaming at her pile of T-shirts &ldquo;You dirty, dirty shirts! Why won&rsquo;t you come clean???!!!
<a href="http:\/\/link.brightcove.com\/services\/player\/bcpid2869183374001\?bckey=AQ~~,AAAB9mw57HE~,xU4DCdZtHhuIakVdyH5VnUosMOtC9a9v&amp\;bclid=0&amp\;bctid=3088023878001" target="_blank">The video </a>is a must-see, if ever there was one.
Food for thought, for all you unemployed professionals with expensive graduate degrees: at 0:27 -- some guy is actually getting <i>paid</i> to do that job.
That&#039;s the trouble with these folks: they got no commitment. By thunder, if she were truly dedicated she&#039;d eat the $600 loss (of course, also claim a deduction on her taxes) and host a big ol&#039; bonfire in the town square.
I take it there are no Victoria&#039;s Secret or Hot Topic stores in Utah? Or women&#039;s underwear departments in Penny&#039;s ? Thank whomever she&#039;s probably never been to a beach.
So sad, when the Butthurt spreads all the way to their eyeballs.
Okay, serious question everyone: Exactly which one of them was getting stuff rammed down their throats?
On one hand PacSun could claim to be the rammees, what with this lady flexing her seriously toned shaming finger trying to out-Taliban the actual Taliban?
On the other, the Church Lady could claim her throat was violated by the total photographic smuttery of sinful ladyflesh that obviously caused her little innocent son some temptation and put undue stress on the seams of his Temple Garments.
I seem to recall, in the mid-to-late 70&#039;s, a teevee concept called &quot;Family Hour&quot;, when they could GUARANDAMNTEE there&#039;d be no naught bidness, uh-uh. Didn&#039;t last.
18 yr-old boys are the exclusive intellectual property of Abercrombie and Fitch, filthmongers.
<blockquote>This did not deter our hero of decency one whit: Judy Cox bought all 19 of the shirts in stock, at a cost of $567. But the joke is on the store! Because, you see, she&rsquo;s going to return the shirts for a refund as close to the end of the 60-day limit as she can.</blockquote> Yeah, but I&#039;ll bet she keeps the lube.
The store should be unexpectedly closed on that last day for returns.
Almost but not entirely OT: <a href="http:\/\/www.livescience.com\/43470-kate-upton-zero-g-sports-illustrated.html" target="_blank">Zero-gravity research for the common man.</a>
She probably has an attic full of &quot;Coed Naked&quot; and &quot;Big Johnson&quot; shirts
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I saw the sitcom. They decide that it is porn, but the joke&#039;s on her when then they lock her away for buying <i>porn</i>.
I think it was on <i>I Love Lucy.</i>
I can picture this woman locking herself in the laundry room manically screaming at her pile of T-shirts &ldquo;You dirty, dirty shirts! Why won&rsquo;t you come clean???!!!
Hooo...ray for Captain Spalding, the lady-pillow explorer Hurray for Captain Spalding Hurray, Hurray, Hurray
I love science.
<a href="http:\/\/link.brightcove.com\/services\/player\/bcpid2869183374001\?bckey=AQ~~,AAAB9mw57HE~,xU4DCdZtHhuIakVdyH5VnUosMOtC9a9v&amp\;bclid=0&amp\;bctid=3088023878001" target="_blank">The video </a>is a must-see, if ever there was one.
Still not as bad as trying to register the dead as Christians.
Food for thought, for all you unemployed professionals with expensive graduate degrees: at 0:27 -- some guy is actually getting <i>paid</i> to do that job.
That&#039;s the trouble with these folks: they got no commitment. By thunder, if she were truly dedicated she&#039;d eat the $600 loss (of course, also claim a deduction on her taxes) and host a big ol&#039; bonfire in the town square.
I take it there are no Victoria&#039;s Secret or Hot Topic stores in Utah? Or women&#039;s underwear departments in Penny&#039;s ? Thank whomever she&#039;s probably never been to a beach.