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AllTooHuman

Published Letters: 14

  • why can't we be honest?

    [Read the article: I can't stand losing my beauty as I age!]
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    Beauty is power. Women obsess over their looks because beauty provides an access to power. A friend puts it thusly: "The smaller the woman, the bigger the SUV."

    "Poor girl wants to marry, rich girl wants to flirt."

    ---Charlie Daniels

    Where wealth can be youth and beauty too. But power is not evil! Some power is necessary for all of us to have any comfort at all.

    What 40-something women are upset about, is their loss of "the power of the attractor." The loss of power is usually upsetting for all, but this is a power that most men never have to begin with.

    Life is unfair.

  • still more plagiarism!

    [Read the article: I can't stand losing my beauty as I age!]
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    BLACK EYED PEAS

    "My Humps"

    What you gon' do with all that junk?

    All that junk inside your trunk?

    I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

    Get you love drunk off my hump.

    My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

    My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

    I drive these brothers crazy,

    I do it on the daily,

    They treat me really nicely,

    They buy me all these ices.

    Dolce & Gabbana,

    Fendi and NaDonna

    Karan, they be sharin'

    All their money got me wearin' fly

    Brother I ain't askin,

    They say they love my ass ‘n,

    Seven Jeans, True Religion's,

    I say no, but they keep givin'

    So I keep on takin'

    And no I ain't taken

    We can keep on datin'

    I keep on demonstrating.

    My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)

    You love my lady lumps (love),

    My hump, my hump, my hump (love),

    My humps they got you,

    She's got me spending.

    (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.

    She's got me spendin'.

    (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

    What you gon' do with all that junk?

    All that junk inside that trunk?

    I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

    Get you love drunk off my hump.

    What you gon' do with all that ass?

    All that ass inside them jeans?

    I'm a make, make, make, make you scream

    Make you scream, make you scream.

    Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).

    My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

    I met a girl down at the disco.

    She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.

    I could be your baby, you can be my honey

    Let's spend time not money.

    I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,

    Milky, milky cocoa,

    Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

    They say I'm really sexy,

    The boys they wanna sex me.

    They always standing next to me,

    Always dancing next to me,

    Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.

    Lookin' at my lump, lump.

    You can look but you can't touch it,

    If you touch it I'ma start some drama,

    You don't want no drama,

    No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama

    So don't pull on my hand boy,

    You ain't my man, boy,

    I'm just tryn'a dance boy,

    And move my hump.

    My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

    My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.

    My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

    My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

    My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

    In the back and in the front (lumps)

    My lovin' got you,

    She's got me spendin'.

    (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.

    She's got me spendin'.

    (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

    What you gon' do with all that junk?

    All that junk inside that trunk?

    I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,

    Get you love drunk off my hump.

    What you gon' do with all that ass?

    All that ass inside them jeans?

    I'ma make, make, make, make you scream

    Make you scream, make you scream.

    What you gon' do with all that junk?

    All that junk inside that trunk?

    I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,

    Get you love drunk off this hump.

    What you gon' do wit all that breast?

    All that breast inside that shirt?

    I'ma make, make, make, make you work

    Make you work, work, make you work.

    (A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]

    She's got me spendin'.

    (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me

    She's got me spendin'.

    (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

    [Will.i.am]

    So real [x17]

  • Democratic Morons

    [Read the article: How would Barack Obama handle foreign policy?]
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    I agree with Paglia. The Democrats cannot win the election by simply repeating endlessly "Iraq war bad!" Even the Republicans have finally figured that one out. (and it took them sooo long!)

    The Democrats need to say what they _are_ going to do to contain violent Islamic terrorism. Else the American people are going to vote for the Republicans who, if nothing else, understand that there _is_ a war going on between Islamic fundamentalists and Western Consumerism.

    Duh!