I saw goatse before it was goatse. Eleventh grade, a friend of mine was looking at a site called www.steakandcheese.com [what do you know, it still exists] on a school computer and that was one of many pictures listed... Christ, I couldn't get it out of my mind for a month. I'd close my eyes to go to sleep and all I'd see would be a gaping asshole, as red as the fires of Hell.
Now? Now I could wallpaper my ceiling with goatse and tattoo tubgirl to the back of my eyelids and still dream of sugarplum fairies and sex with Scarlett Johansson on a Caribbean beach at dawn, as the heavy-yet-sparsely-populated clouds hang in the air above the sapphire blue sea. The Sun is just beginning to reach over the horizon, but the volcanic peaks behind us block out direct rays. She is wearing a deep blue bikini, and after a quick dip in the salty waters her hair is clinging to her head like a... wait, what was I talking about?
Oh yeah, sorry about that... I have yet to witness burngirl and the apparent tubgirl killer that is lemonparty due to my astute observance regarding unusual-sounding links, but I hear they are quite the sites to behold. Pain5 is likewise a treat, as it an entire collage of horrid pictures, includieng harlequin babies, piercings in certain areas gone awry and biological disasters so twisted that only reality herself could be cruel enough to dream them up.
“It is a strange paradox that today’s central banks are generally staffed by economists, who by and large profess a belief in a theory which says that their jobs are, at the best, unnecessary, and more likely wealth-destroying. Needless to say, this is not a point widely discussed among respectable economists. Nevertheless, it is an issue worth pondering.”
George Cooper, The Origin of Economic Crises