Skateboarding Dog

This dog can actually skateboard!

THE SULTAN'S ELEPHANT IS SO COOL, but you need five minutes.

The Sultan's Elephant

On the morning of Sunday 7th May the little girl giant woke up at Horseguards Parade in London, took a shower from the time-traveling elephant and wandered off to play in the park. - by Royal de luxe.

PooP in a box. really cool site for sending shit to people who piss you off.

Do you have poop on the brain?

Here is a link to a website only about poop and farts. Send your "good friend" an e-mail with a picture of poop-in-a-box. Pooty-pictures, Poop-poetat the 2007 Dog Poop Calendar. Click on the poopie picture.

When I started Rosie Picture I hoped I wouldn't become enslaved to commenting on current events. But with the death of Saddam, I couldn't help myself.

Yes, I do have the talking head syndrome.

I have many feelings about the death of Saddam. It will be for the crowd growing up a moment in time which will stick in their collective memory like the deaths of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr. stuck for us. They will answer questions about 9/11 and the death of Saddam the way we answered and still answer, and the way our grandparents answered to the memory of the bombing of Pearl Harbor: "I was in fifth grade," or, "we was riding home from school, and my mother bypassed the black neighborhood," or, "I came out of the movie and a man saw my uniform and yelled, ' get back to your barracks, soldier, America's being attacked."'

Even though today Saddam's death seems the most important event in history with rumbling repercussions ripping through the most significant time in written history. Let me assure you; it is not. After some time has passed, the rumbling will only be the memory of thunder, the sky will still be dark. It will still be rainining.

I would hate to be George Bush when historians finish with him. I suspect our modern day Herodotus will note Saddam's execution was the most expensive in history. The way I figure it: thirty feet of rope x 600 billion (very low estimate) = 20 billion a foot, or almost two billion dollars an inch the American people paid for that rope. We could also measure it in lives -- but what's the point?

And George, where were you? Oh, hiding from a thunderstorm in an armored car in Crawford. George, you should have flown back to your other hiding place; you remember, the mountain you hid under while events unfolded on 9/11. Yes, you were in your undisclosed location in some western state. Remember? After you finished reading, "My pet goat?" while New York City was under attack, while the Pentagon burned, while the Senate stood on the steps of the Capital singing "God bless America?"

You know Saddam's body is going to be given to his family. (mistake!) They will take him, dress him like a hero, lay him in a nice hardwood coffin, put his solid gold Uzi in the coffin with him. His family and the Sunni will mourn. Great T.V., but not good for us. The Shi'ite will go crazy. What's wrong with the way Mussolini ended up? And his girlfriend too.

Now, if I had it to do (not that anyone would ever let me have it to do), I would have beheaded Saddam, picked his head up and shown him his body, watched his eyes widen and blink like crazy, watched him gasp for unavailable air, but not for mercy -- even he would know. (I read once during the French Revolution, when people were being beheaded right and left, there was a scientific sort who was to meet his end by the guillotine. He told his friend he would blink once a second for as long as he could after his head was severed from his body, and for his friend to count the blinks -- there were seventeen of them. What a U-tube clip that would be!)

And finally, after Saddam was no more, I would find a beautiful young Shi'ite girl who hated Saddam, maybe he would have killed her father and her mother in front of her, then raped her. I would encourage her to do a dance of joy in the blood of Saddam. Lots of pics of his blood on her dance slippers. Then throw his body to the dogs in the street. But we won't do that. We are too civilized, too politically correct, too nice-- nothing wrong with that, but it doesn't win wars .

baby farts, burnt farts

The next three clips are of people farting. None of them last long, watch them. These farts will cheer you up.

BABY FART!! HILARIOUS!!! PWN!!! :D

Video of a farting baby, BEST FART EVER :D

Fun - Fart Fire

Have Fun!

Fire Fart

Light a candle by lighting ass gas on fire

Fox News fiscal conservative Jonathan Hoenig talks smack about Senator Joe, "WOULD YOU BUY A USED WAR FROM THIS MAN?" he asks.

Senator Joe -- give me my damn picture back. I don't much like you any more. (ruin all my fun....#i@*^%)

SENATOR JOE, HELL NO!

What is this talk about more troops. ARE YOU CRAZY? Hasn't George Bush taught you anything? Did your head just recently grow out your neck? I like you, Senator Joe, but we're already flushing two billion a week down the crapper in Iraq, why more? Think of the tax cuts you could give.

Joe, we don't want to spend more improving things in Iraq. Shawn Hannity already thinks there's a Disney Baghdad. He plans to take his family -- as soon as he can afford the security. Listen, instead of sending more of our troops, why not send someone else. Why not start a program to grant citizenship to Mexicans in exchange for joining the Army and taking an extended tour in Iraq. After having lived in Mexico, they can stand the heat, and if one of them gets killed, who cares? Yes, that's what we need, a mercenary army of bordercrossers.We can pay them less and abuse them more than we do here at home. They, in turn, can pass abuse on down the line. We'll call it tinkle down torturnomics. If a few Mexicans want to go on a weekend of rape and pillage in Baghdad, more power to them, if they get caught we can say, "what do you expect from Mexicans?" If they survive, we let them enter the United States and give them a temporary citizen card, when it expires -- back to Iraq. They're going to be here anyway, why not let them earn it by taking care of their fair share of our problems, ie. the Iraqi populace. Recruiting slogans can be changed from, "Kill an Iraqi for Jesus," and "Cheaper gas -- shoot 'em in the ass." to something like, "Kill ten, get in," or, "Why swim the river, when you can pull the trigger?"

I wouldn't talk to you like this if it wasn't that a Democrat will likely be in the White House in a couple a years, as a matter of fact, I wouldn't talk to you at all if I didn't have to. I know you think the war is Bush's war, but we're going to make it your war too, and in true Republican fashion, in the end, blame it on Clinton.

Wake up, Senator, and smell the moka. After we cleanse Iraq of all the Middle-Eastern riff-raff, we can, at long last, claim success. Our problem is we're afraid to just kill people. If you just kill people, the Democrats always want to know, "why'd you do that?" or "how'd you know they were terrorists?" Let's hope the Mexicans can get away with it with a, "no habla Ingles." like they do to me all the time when they get my order wrong. And if the Mexicans refuse to do our dirty work -- there's always the bomb. Just think, if we could just bomb it, the heat from ten or twelve nuks would fuse the sands of Mesopotamia into an inexpensive parking for all the tanks we'll need to protect ourselves further -- you know, from Iran.

I don't miss the Soviet Union, but their stuff was sure cool.

Not many of you all remember the Soviet threat (the ever present, back of the mind overflowed garbage can of nightmare angst, mushroom clouded visions of worldwide annihilation), but we older people remember. We are the ones who learned in school to duck and cover. We knew not to look at the windows when there was a blinding flash.

Our terrorists were organized into nations and armies then. Our Osama was Nikita. Nikita, who banged his shoe against the speaker's podium at the United Nations screaming, "We will bury you; we will bury you." (kinda scarry, huh)?

Now that the U.S.S.R. (or in Russian -- C.C.C.R. -- pronounced: s, s, s, air), is, as an empire, gone to the trash pile of history like The Austrian Empire, The Persian Empire, The Roman Empire, for empire -- a shooting star. Their threat to the rest of the world came and went as a single breath in the life of other, longer lived empires.

BUT THEIR COOL STUFF WILL HANG ON THE WALLS OF HISTORY FOREVER.

They had the coolest stuff. The Chinese would weave huge silk tapestries of heroic comrads, not only Chinese heroes, but the heroes of their communist brother's revolution -- the heroes of the first revolt, the progenitors of all communist: Lenin; Stalin; The Proletariat of Russia.

The "art of the people" was cool. Almost all their art was about the state, all their artist -- state employees. They idealized on posters and in song their only national hero: The Worker. Of course, Lenin and Stalin somehow also managed to have their images produced, and reproduced, and reproduced from the reproductions.

I missed Soviet stuff so much I bought a bunch of it on Ebay. I just couldn't help myself. When my republican relatives come by, they cannot believe I have Russian political and ideological garbage on my walls. It's so Yesterday's Cold War for them (it seems, they prefer hot wars nowadays, even if we have to attack unprovoked). I am embarrassed by my Russian stuff because I cannot explain why I love it; it's like wearing bell-bottoms, which I can't do at my age, and not only because they don't fit.

I have thought about it and the only analogy I can draw is it is like keeping the skin of a snake that once bit you. The snake is dead, its power to frighten -- gone. It's only the shell of the thing that would harm you, it has long since stopped being able to do so, but as all fearful things, it is still beautiful.

George speaks out: happy times are here again!

Everything will be fine, as long as I'm president. There is just a few things we need to do on an emergency basis to insure something awful doesn't go off -- I mean happen, yes, bad, really bad happen to Washington... I mean Boston, no, no, New York, that's not it, I mean California or Texas.

These things we need to do, you won't even notice. And to not cause a panic, I have decided not to tell you about them: domestic intell; phone lines; computer addresses; and such things you don't need to think about, we've already thought about them for you, O.K.? And, after a little longer while, you will be able to quit worrying about the terrorists and Bin Laddie, hehehehe. He... well, we may never find his body, sorry. Oh, I almost forgot. There are some other laws, some constitutional ambiv...... you know, wobbley laws. Rights of terrorists to a government lawyer. Well, as long as it's a government lawyer, I guess it's Okie-Doekie. Ya all know if it's O.K. with the A.G., it's O.K. with me. Oh, and after this press conference I'll take one question, but nothing about torture -- you all are torturing me today, heheheheh. Oh, by the way, I'm sick and tired of my Daddy's old friends; I told them all to go home. I'm a big boy, I can run the country by myself.

Revenge: delievered by Fat Man on a mo-ped with a potato cannon.

Oh, SHITyeah! I'm a comming to get you, you s.o.b. who sent me the highly personalized political e-mail -- fuckin Republican. My hero, Tony Soprano once said, "revenge is a dish best served cold." Don't believe it. Revenge IS A POTATO best shot hot, foil-wrapped, and right off the coals. I don't shoot sweet potatoes, nosirrie. I shoot premature, multieyed,Ohio spuds. I can fire my hot-potato cannon five times at a dead run before you,(and you know who you are), can get your hummer keys out your deep pockets. You fucked with the wrong poor person, Rich-Oilguzzler.

"Retribution is mine" sayit the Lord.

Alright, Jesus, you can have him when I'm done; I'm just goin to fuck him up and take a bite. Watch out, fucker, I'll be dressed like Santa, just so you know, to give you a head start; and remember, I may look like Santa, but Christmas is over.

Boy, did I get something *big* for CHRISTMAS

What you're seein here is probably illegal, but if my parents left this babe under the tree at Xmas when I was his age, I'd still believe in Santa.

Sorority Girls From Hell

THis is NuTs.

Dislexic rage against Religious Zealots

Gott n Tottin or in eingles gotatoddie or Dog is Dead! If Chritans like Bush just would almit Better adead dog than god dlat war. SO vecome free andburi god good rideance. too. Neithchee said freedom form stupik dumb shit bibleshit could koop us out war. Kneelism is bad for war, yu know, but good for school burnin. FREE THE STOPID HAHAH