The School Committee in Gloucester, where a report of a high school pregnancy pact made headlines worldwide earlier this year, is planning to vote tonight on whether to allow contraceptives to be distributed at the high school.
The three proposals expected to be discussed when the board meets at 7 p.m. at City Hall include providing contraceptives to students, providing contraceptives to students only with parental consent, or continuing the current policy under which no contraceptives are provided.
Hey, free contraceptives for teenage girls might be a good idea for the town of Gloucester, but how the hell is that going to keep them from banging homeless guys?
I mean there are some strange fetishes out there, but when the girls of your local high school are looking to get impregnated by a homeless guy, you know that your in trouble.
Better yet is the proposal for contraceptives with parental consent. So basically if you have a note from your Mom, you can get laid. But what happens if you get a note from your Mom on Friday, but you don’t get laid that weekend? Do you have to get another sex permission slip the following weekend?
Maybe the Mayor of Gloucester should just have Jamie Lynn Spears come in to give a talk on the perils of teenage pregnancy. She seems to be an expert as of late.
After an exhaustive search, I’m not really sure who this chick cheers for (North Dakota State?), or if she is indeed a cheerleader. But does that really matter? With 50 shots of her flaunting sideboob and butt cheek who really cares?
But seriously though, if you know the back story to this one, shoot me an email.
I don’t blame Colorado State University for wanting to get into the mix. After all, why should our friends to the North have all the fun when it comes to the cheerleader smut peddling business?
This pics are pretty tame, but I know how you guys are fans of two decade old ass cheeks so I posted them anyway.
That’s right, it’s the star of MTV’s “Rob & Big” in all his glory, with two handfuls of titties. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the open casting call for the “Dirty Girl” video (see below), but it was probably just another night in the life of Bobby Light.
More pics are after the break, and if you’re into nipples you can see the uncensored pic on DonChavez.net
Over the weekend, Winnipeg was in an uproar over these salacious photos of the Winnipeg Blue Lightning cheerleading team.
It didn’t take long before coach Dena Clark resigned for what was essentially snapping a team member’s thong. But from the look of it, I think the cheerleader enjoyed it.
And as you would expect, the photos have sparked a debate over the double standard of cheerleader on the field, trampy drunk girl off the field.
So I’ll do my part to enlighten you by posting fourteen more off the field photos after the break.
It’s about time a professional athlete stepped up and joined the masses. Toronto Defensive End Jonathon Brown and Linebacker Michael Fletcher took the Blue Bombers front office to task in the National Post..
“I can’t name any names but one of the guys told me to come over by a computer yesterday and I was like, ‘Wow, what the heck is going on,’” said Brown.
Both Brown and teammate Kenny Wheaton said they agreed with Fletcher’s assessment that the scandal surrounding the pictures is being blown out of proportion.
All I can say is that I’m happy my Canadian readership is growing and has finally infiltrated the inside of a CFL locker room. Oh and fellas, if you really do find this stuff all over Facebook and Myspace, feel free to send it my way.
Boston.com - New England Patriots offensive lineman Nicholas Kaczur had 202 Oxycontin pills imprinted with letters indicating they were Canadian-made stuffed in his pocket when he was arrested by New York State Police in April, according to police reports.
Kaczur told police he bought the pills in Boston from a drug dealer named Danny, but a spokesman for the company that makes the pills and a drug industry specialist said the 202 pills, each marked CDN on one side, were made in Canada and imprinted with those letters to curtail cross-border smuggling of the potent painkiller.
It makes sense right? You get busted for drugs. Blame Canada. You got drunk, stole your mother-in-law’s car, and hit a tree? Blame Canada. You solicit a prostitute only to find out the hard way that it was a transexual, so you get arrested for assault after punching shim in the face? Blame Canada!
When you read the whole article, you end up having to give credit to both sides. Kaczur for saying he bought the pills from some guy named Danny. Although, he would have been smarter to say he bought them off of some guy named Sully just to make 65% of the population in South Boston a suspect.
On the other side of the coin, you have to hand it to Danny, or rather his lawyer, for blaming Canada for the pills. After all, there is noooooo way that Danny could have gone up to Canada and smuggled back a few bags of pills.
Over the past 24 hours, DC has been invaded by Canadians looking for NSFW pictures of their beloved Blue Lightning cheerleaders. It seems that racy pictures of former cheerleaders did not go over well with team officials in the land of beaver hunting and fur trapping. However, not to disappoint the Canadian contingent, I posted a few more pictures on our compadre site DonChavez.net.
Also, if you’re new to the site and into racy cheerleader pics, be sure to check out the sidebar on the right.
I shit you not, this girl’s name is Jessica Simpson. Everyone knows that archive.org doesn’t lie, and this braud used to be a member of the Tennessee Wesleyan cheerleading squad.
From the look of it, she was also a fan of the “I like to blow Opie looking mother fuckers club” as well.
You and I know that Jessica is not a ten in any book. But let me break this post down for you in terms you can understand. You ever go to the bar one night, get absolutely trashed and end up grinding on some heavy hottie? Sure, at the time it seems okay, but in the back of your mind there’s that voice telling you that you’ll regret it. Somehow you manage to drown out that voice, you bring home that heavy hottie, and bump uglies with her. Thirty minutes and a bag of flour later, you’re wondering if you just banged a fat roll or her special spot. Then guilt knocks on the door and you start to wonder if you’re going to regret what just transpired.
In the morning you wake up next to a beached whale and she made the mistake of trying to squeeze into your favorite t-shirt. Now your favorite band is destined to break up and suddenly it hits you. That tiny voice in your head was wrong. You don’t regret it. You’re just like A-Rod and it’s all about stats.
So do you see where I’m going? This post isn’t about hotness. It’s about stats. So you can bitch about how this chick doesn’t compare to Tony Homo’s girlfriend, but I know you’ll still head over here to check out the 50 or so pictures of her having a pickle party with Opie.
