I've heard of gearing a program to try to reach the younger generation, but I think that perhaps this might have gone a little too far?
"The host of a new Dutch talk show plans to take heroin and other illegal drugs on air in a program intended to reach young audiences on topics that touch their lives, producers said Wednesday."
And, it's being broadcast in the Netherlands....
"The Netherlands is known for its marijuana policy, where sale and use of the drug in small quantities are not prosecuted even though technically illegal. Other drugs, including LSD, cocaine, Ecstasy and heroin are outlawed and dealers are prosecuted. The legal age for the consumption of alcohol and tobacco is 16. "
Filemon Wesselink, who is one of the presenters, plans on ingesting heroin in the form of a pill, participating in a drinking binge in a series of pubs as well as try LSD on his couch under the supervision of his mother.
HIS.MOTHER.
"The Shoot Up & Swallow show's main hostess will interview guests about drug use and abuse, while Wesselink and another presenter will carry out in-the-field experiments with sex and drugs.
Out in-the-field experiments? Hmmmmm......
Dude...pass the crack.
Discuss.
Whilst I was surfing the blogdom, I came upon this little article over at Sir WitNits place. Dear God in Heaven. What comes next?
Sweet Mary and Joseph, and all that is holy. Is there no body part that is sacred anymore?
The girls were feeling a little grumpy last night, so I let them fall asleep with me. Actually, I use this as an excuse regularly so that bedtime is easy. Ok. To be truthful, I use this as an excuse to be able to go to bed early. There, I've bared my soul, and as of last night, that's not all.
We were lying in bed last night, and were watching the last bit of Full House, when my daughter began looking at my belly button. You see, I have an innie. A serious innie. I've been known to rent it out and house a family of, at the very least, 6, and there is enough room for the family pets as well. Though I do draw the line at snakes. If you get up close to it and yell, it echoes.
The only time this has been different in my life is when I was in the last stages of pregnancy, and had an outie that would scare the bejesus out of most people. It reminded me of looking down the barrel of a Colt .357 magnum, which was made for shooting malefactors. No criminal would dare walk through my front door because all I would have to do was point my belly at them and burp. Or, so I'm told.
In any case, Chickie was looking at my belly button. She' pulled up my nightshirt. I'm given to understand that she was hunting for treasure. Apparently she found it. In the form of lint. I wonder how much an ounce of lint is going for these days?
I need to ask you all. Is it just my child with these idiosyncrasies? I mean, don't most of your kids color, or play video games?
To make a long story short, she went and got the q-tips and began the seemingly unending task of cleaning all of the lint out of my belly button.
I need to make it clear that I do shower daily, and do use soap. But apparently not good enough. She has assigned herself the task of checking it out every few days to make sure there is none of that nasty build up showing. I can't tell you how grateful I am.
Have you ever found yourself saying "Now I've seen everything?"
I'm so glad I ran across this site. I mean, who would have thought? No really.
"The Wondrous Vulva Puppet™ was born on July 18, 1993 in San Francisco, California. Conceived by Vulvalutionary™, Dorrie Lane, founder of House O'Chicks. The birth of the puppet, which is hand made of velvets and satins marked the beginning of a new era in sex education"
I think somebody had been threading one too many needles.