People Are Going Crazy Over The Body Of That Russian Asshole

 

 

"Um, hello, can I get a little CPR over here?"

 

Boston, MA, – (home of BostonStrong, OneFundBoston, And Dunkin’ Donuts) – The body of Boston Marathon bombing suspect Tamerlan Tsarnaev remained in limbo today at the Graham Putnam & Mahoney Funeral Parlors in Worcester, where a funeral director was seeking a cemetery that would accept his body, while protesters gathered outside and a local activist launched a campaign to collect money for the body to be returned to Russia. “The devil is waiting for him!” Nelly Sanchez, 45, of Worcester, chanted outside the funeral home this morning. “He needs to be fed to the sharks. I don’t think the sharks would want him, either.” Meanwhile, outside the Worcester funeral home, Jennifer Merchand, 29, of Worcester said she had attended funerals at the funeral home before but would never go back. “This is just awful,” she said. “I will never step foot inside that funeral home again,” she said as she stood across the street protesting. “I don’t want to even live in this state if he is buried here.” The protesters’ ire was apparently misdirected this afternoon when they yelled at a family, including a man on crutches, who had come to the funeral home to pick up the ashes of a loved one. “Go back to Russia,’’ one man shouted at the family, adding an expletive. The family, however, had no connection to Tsarnaev.

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Well, Jennifer Merchand has set foot in the Graham Putnam & Mahoney Funeral Parlors for the last time, and she don’t care who’s in the box. She doesn’t even want to live in this state if Tamerlin is buried here (and I hope someone follows up with her on that if he ends up getting planted in Worcester.) Then you have Nelly Sanchez chanting “The Devil is waiting for him”? Epic chant fail. Just even repeating that in your head you can tell that one would have an awful cadence to it. I would have liked to see something with a little more cohesiveness from the chanters. Four syllables at most is the maximum allowed for any chants. “Let’s Go Bru-ins”, then stomping your feet would have worked at this protest, but just replace “Let’s Go Bru-ins” with “Burn His Bo-dy!” (boosh, boosh, booshbooshboosh!) “Burn His Bo-dy!” (boosh, boosh, booshbooshboosh!) Of course, my favorite part of this story from Boston.com is where a guy on crutches just shows up to pick up the ashes of his mom (along with bits and pieces of whatever and whoever else was in the oven) and some guy yells “Go back to Russia!” then adding an expletive (don’t let Boston.com’s riddle bug you for too long, it was probably “motherfucker!”)

Anyway, it would shock this pro-boner blogger if this bag of shit was buried in Massachusetts, but who knows? Hitler is buried somewhere. Mussolini is buried somewhere. Kris Jenner will have to be buried somewhere. I say bury him here and let residents of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts treat the grave like Jim Morrison’s in Paris, only instead of pot buds, candles, and titty pictures, people can treat it as a place of remembrance and use it as a public toilet. I would also not be opposed to digging him up and doing a spoof video called “Weekend At Tamerlin’s” where we take him to hotspots all over Cape Cod to let people slap him and maybe tug on his dick for a chance to win a free fried clam roll from Kream n’ Kone.

 

Heckler Gets Comeuppance At Hands of Human Statue

 

 

Human statues and mimes are annoying.  Also those d1ckheads who hang around tourist spots dressed as superheros, hoping for tips in exchange for posing for pictures.  $10 to get a picture with a horrible imitation of Captain America?  No thanks.  I hate those guys.

But I don’t know how the John Wayne didn’t flip when the douche went in for the wet willy.  In my book, wet willies demand instant retribution.  You bring a knife, I bring a gun.

 

 

Hey, Hey, You, You, Get Off A My Lawn!

"Frown if this picture was taken after you drove drunk into the house where they founded AA!"

 

DORSET, Vt. —Vermont State Police say a Massachusetts man faces a drunken driving charge after driving onto the lawn of the historic Dorset home once owned by the co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous. Police say 55-year-old Donald Blood III of Marlboro, Mass., was ordered to appear in court in Bennington on Jan. 14. Police say Blood thought he was driving into a parking lot, but actually it was the lawn of the Wilson House, built in 1852, the birthplace of AA co-founder Bill Wilson.  The Wilson House’s website describes it as a “place of sanctuary where people can come to give thanks to God for their new lives.” It still hosts several AA meetings each week.

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Massachusetts representin’! When we’re not driving drunk in our state, we’re driving drunk in yours. Seriously, how good is this story? There was Donald Blood, allegedly just driving shitfaced around the countryside, when out of the 75 million lawns he could have *hiccup* parked on in this country, he chose to *hiccup* plow his way onto the grass where they invented AA! This guy literally gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “Blood Alcohol Content.” That could have turned into a whole ‘Laurel and Hardy’ thing.

Cop 1: “I have Blood’s Alcohol Content”

Cop 2: “Whose?”

Cop 1: “Blood’s”

Cop 2: “Right, whose Blood Alcohol Content?”

Cop 1: “That’s what I’m trying to say, I have Blood’s Alcohol Content.”

Cop 2: “Whose?”

etc. etc. etFc. Had Donald known that he was on the lawn of the most boring house in history, he could have simply said he was there for a meeting. No cop could have argued with someone so in need of a meeting they drove drunk and pulled right up to the front door. People will say just about anything to get out of a ticket or a DUI,  but whatever you do, don’t follow my lead. I tried to use the old “I know somebody on The Force” routine, and when the cop said “oh yeah, who is it?”, I drew a blank and said “Luke Skywalker?” From this day henceforth, let the action where someone drives drunk onto or into personal property be known as “Donald Blood’ing it.” For example: “Oh, dude, one minute we were on the road, and the next minute we were totally Donald Blood’ing it into some guys’ double-wide.”

Peace out, Donald. You had the right idea wanting to park and nap or pull at your meat, but it really was poor execution on your part. Look at the bright side, now that they’re taking your driver’s license away, you won’t have to worry about shopping carriages scratching your bicycle.

 

"Sorry about your blinds"

Wicked Improper Demands The Release Of The Casey Anthony Sex Tape (Tapes?!)

 

Happy Hour! Two for one!

 

AP:  The Florida sheriff’s office that investigated the disappearance of Casey Anthony’s 2-year-old daughter overlooked evidence that someone in their home did a Google search for “fool-proof” suffocation methods on the day the girl was last seen alive.

WKMG reports that sheriff’s investigators pulled 17 vague entries only from the computer’s Internet Explorer browser, not the Mozilla Firefox browser commonly used by Casey Anthony. More than 1,200 Firefox entries, including the suffocation search, were overlooked.

Classic move.  I myself use IE for my porn online research, and Firefox for everything else, but it’s the same basic concept.  I bet that government official who’s job it was to search her hard drive got stuck on Casey’s “vague entries” on searches involving “breast augmentation” and “outfits that accentuate tremendous melons” and “drunken, anonymous, consequence-free threesome with an online blogger” on Explorer to even get around to bothering with Firefox, her browser of choice (allegedly, *wink!*) for proper baby killing techniques. 

The killer (NPI) is, this fing internet researcher is probably part of a union, so instead of getting fired for incompetence, the most he’ll see is a month or two of paid vacation followed by a continuation of his zombie march towards his bloated pension.

But in a way I’m glad this came out, because it reminds me to ask – “What in the f*ck are we waiting for with the whole Casey Anthony Sex Tape?!”

Cans? Yes. Guilty? Not. Roll tape!

A Different Kind Of Happy Ending

"Kneel down on the pillow and let me tell you about the Trouser Eucharist"

 

Boston.com: An Episcopal priest who was arraigned earlier this month in a Somerville courtroom on charges that he repeatedly sexually assaulted a child who was a former parishioner has died, his lawyer and the Episcopal Diocese of Massachusetts said on Wednesday night. “With sorrow I received news this evening that the Rev. Paul LaCharite has died, an apparent suicide,” Bishop M. Thomas Shaw of the Episcopal Diocese said in a statement. “This is a shocking tragedy, and I’ve asked our diocesan community to pray for everyone concerned.”

Well, you won’t get any sorrow from me, “Bishop” Shaw. Why would the community pray for this guy when he broke the rules either way? You touch a kid, you burn in hell. You kill yourself, you burn in hell. Are people really saying a prayer for this guy before he gets to hell? What kind of prayer do you dust off for a monster? “I pray that Satan courts you and maybe takes you to ‘all you can eat’ shrimpfest at Red Lobster before he gores your asshole with his tusks”? I mean, I know that’s a long prayer, but if anyone else can think of a fitting one I’d love to hear it. We may never even know if he was guilty, but, oh well. You were accused of molesting a kid and sometimes that’s enough. Of course, his attorney (helping the parish by billing posthumously) will say he was overwhelmed by the charges and it’s sad that he had to kill himself, but did you know another way to fight back against charges you claim to be false is to appear in court and defend yourself? I’m obviously in the camp of “he’s guilty”, because these stories have been coming out on almost a weekly basis for about a decade. These guys can’t be rehabilitated. And don’t suggest castration unless that also includes cutting off their arms and heads. They want to touch kids by any means possible, and not just with their dinks. They deserve to die. Fortunately, Paul has finally done one thing right by taking his own life and won’t waste our tax dollars with either a trial or by going to prison for eternity at the cock smorgasbord. Everyone thinks prisons are filled with guys and their ‘woe is me’ attitude, but they’re having daily jerkoff tournaments and playing chicken by shooting loads at each other. They’re having that silly kind of fun.
Hope you’re having a nice day.

Martin

(Editors Note: Paul, if you’re reading this from Hell, would you mind telling people to follow us on Twitter?)

This Is Exactly What It Looks Like To Drive Drunk In A Tractor

Boston, MA – Well, before you watch the video, I should warn you that it takes place in Russia where nearly everyone is drunk and involved in the mafia and/or awful porn (i.e. bad lighting, no close-ups on money shots, the women are hit and appear to be forced into it, etFc.) Also, not to shoot spoilers all over your face, but I really don’t see why this video had to take a violent turn. Is this guy driving a tractor with a blood alcohol content of 100% on a busy street in broad daylight and I suppose yes he could have killed somebody? Absolutely. Did he rip quarter-panels and fenders off parked cars on one side of the street and then plow into a delivery truck on the other side? You betcha. But while you sit up there on your power-steering’d high horse, like a Lexus IS-250, I’d like to see you try to operate a three ton Caterpillar with one blown tire after drinking a gallon of Russian Standard. Anyway, I guess they do things a little different over there, because instead of just exchanging papers and going on with your day like we do, random people show up out of nowhere to beat the shit out of the driver. Also, if French is the language of love, then Russian has to be the language of sopped panties. Ladies, feast your eyes on this. “Привет давайте все по очереди перфорирование это прошлой неделе!” (loose translation: My trouser puppet would like to hibernate in your hairy cavern)

 

Forced Sex March Turns Every Man’s Dream Into A Nightmare For One Wealthy Businessman

 

"Welcome home darling. Now let's see that dick."

 

Indian Express (yes):  In an extraordinary case of jealousy, a Nigerian man – husband of six – was allegedly raped to death by his five spouses as he was paying too much attention to his sixth wife.  Uroko Onoja, a wealthy businessman, was having sex with his youngest wife when the other five women attacked him with knives and sticks, demanding that he have sex with all of them at once.  Onoja, who resisted their attack, was overpowered by the women who ordered that the sex march begin with the youngest wife and to continue in that order to the top, Nigeria’s Daily reported.  Onoja stopped breathing when the fifth woman was making her way to the bed.

 

If I’m reading this right (and I am), this poor bastard’s Sex March lasted four fucks, then he passed out dead.  Four?  Can we get a time frame here?  Because it would’ve taken me about a week to recouperate and get back on the horse that many times.  Dude needs his rest.   And I’m not bragging or anything but don’t think that would kill me.  

Also, if wives #’s 1-5 were pissed that he was nailing #6 too often (which, by the way, is a f-ing given), why would they put her in the front of the Sex March (capped)?  Sorry but I need more information here.

 

State “Representative” Proudly Serves Massachusetts By Allegedly Assaulting A Woman Who Probably Would Not Allegedly Suck His Dick

"Oh Shnap"

 

BOSTON, Mass. (WHDH) — State Representative Carlos Henriquez was arrested early Sunday morning, accused of attacking a woman, hitting her and holding her against her will in a car. Rep. Henriquez’ booking photo, taken around 5 a.m. Sunday, is a glimpse into the alleged assault and late night arrest that could impact his political career. The 35-year-old Dorchester State Representative was charged with domestic kidnapping and domestic assault battery for an alleged incident that took place in his rented Zip Car.

Well, just when you thought our state politicians could sink no lower, such as crashing their state-issued (i.e. taxpayer funded) Lincoln Towncar at 108mph, or being caught on camera stuffing cash into their bras in return for liquor licenses, Carlos Henriquez comes along and allegedly just probably wanted to get his dick sucked on in his rented Zip Car. With the exception of holding a woman captive and striking her, I tend to be on Carlos’ side on this issue. He’s technically a politician. Maybe they had a few drinks. He shouldn’t have to work quadruple-overtime all the way to 5am to get a blajoejay, he’s a State Representative for Christ’s sake. Whatever happened to women showing the utmost respect to our politicians? Ted Kennedy had perhaps the best line of all: “Hi, I’m Ted Kennedy, I’d appreciate your mouth casting a vote for my penis.” If and when that didn’t work, “Hi, I’m Ted Kennedy, suck my dick or I’ll take you base-jumping in my car.” Forget about Carlos Henriquez’ political career (it’s over), but what does this say about Zip Cars? The auto renters’ motto is “Wheels when you want them”, but now they’ll have to add an asterisk. “Zip Car. Wheels when you want them, *but if you think you’re going to get blown in our lime green VW Beetle that smells like the assholes of 70 other renters, you may have to physically force her head down there.”
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Sometimes. SOMETIMES, Bad Things Happen To Bad People

"If it's all the same to you Ryan, would you mind if we all left before he takes your picture?" (lol)

 

It’s hard not to laugh at Ryan Leaf as he hits rock bottom again while getting sentenced in Methtown Montana for stealing drugs or something, so why bother trying.  That’s what great art will do – evoke emotions in those who view it. 

 

Best Served Cold: Dude Settles Score With Bully After 50 Years

 

It's A Wonderful Life, kids!

 

Detroit Free Press:  The 72-year-old man gunned down by a former high school classmate  in January over a 50-year grudge was a loving grandfather and respected by coworkers and the community.  Norman Johnson was shot and killed at his doorstep by Carl V. Ericsson, 73, on Jan. 31. On Friday, Ericsson was sentenced to life in prison without parole.

The sentencing brings some closure to a brutal killing sparked years ago by a sports incident when the two were in high school, in which a jockstrap was pulled over Ericsson’s head.

“I can’t blame you for being jealous of Dad,” testified Beth Ribstein, Johnson’s daughter. “In high school, he was popular, he was athletic, he dated Mom. They had 52 wonderful years together. He had two daughters that adored him, four grandchildren that worshiped him. Over 600 people attended his funeral.”

 

I’m firmly in the camp of those who say that kids who are bullied need to leave that sh1t in high school and simply move on as best as you can.  Comfort yourself by knowing that your tormentors’ best days are likely behind them while you’re cashing your stock dividend from the the I/T company you started in your basement.  You made it!  Don’t wallow in sorrow and self pity.  Rejoice!

But.  Is Beth f*cking kidding me with the whole jealousy thing?  “Popular?”  “Athletic?”  “Dated [ed. note: lol] mom?”  Carl wasn’t jealous of Norman because he f-ed a lot of chicks in high school (spoiler alert for Beth).  Carl simply wanted to kill Norman.  This is a classic Back to the Future alternate reality playing out, only in this one, Biff/Norman has his way with George’s/Carl’s would-be love interest in his late model Chevy, they beget Beth and a bunch of other Perfect Johnsons, and George/Carl lives a depressing, solitary life sprinkled with regret and garnished with failure.  Once Carl realized he was running out of time and his imaginary friend Doc STILL hadn’t perfected the time machine, he had to take matters into his own hands.

No movie script here, film fans.  Just a classic case of being unable to f*ck with the space/time continuum.

Germany’s Cool With You Sending Your D1ck Pics All Over The F*cking Place

Just a *touch* gristly for my tastes

NY Times, ”where the news is what we say it is even if we have to make it up”:  Ariane Friedrich…a police officer by training, publicly rejected a sexually explicit overture from a fan on her Facebook wall, in which she named the sender and gave the city where he lives. She also warned that she had filed a complaint with the police.

More than 10,000 people have posted comments on her Facebook page, split between those who cheered her decision as bold move against sexual harassment, and those who chastised her for “vigilante justice.” The “likes” on her Facebook page have jumped from 8,000 to 12,000. Germany has very strict privacy laws that protect an individual’s right to determine whether their name and address can be published. Newspapers, for instance, do not publish the names of offenders, in an effort to prevent them from being marked after their release from prison.

 

“Vigilante justice?”  So this creep is free to send polaroids (lol, dead) of his hairy bat and balls to her, but she’s not allowed to tell the world that he’s a dirtbag?  Just stop sending (unsolicited, wink!) pictures of your nutsack, you douchebag, and everything will be fine.

 

Three Road Scholars Arrested For Robbing A Tanning Salon (UPDATED!)

Boston, MA – If you just had to, had to, rob someplace for cash, what would be the last place you’d ever suspect? A tanning salon, right? Most tanning salons don’t handle cash and are membership based, and I know that because I’m a closet gayer who likes to get all slippery’d up with lotion and rub around on my belly inside tanning beds. Most places have a sign that says “Please wear undergarments while tanning”, but they’re not the boss of me. Enter these three idiots from Somerset, MA, Ashley Lezandro, Sheila Cabral, and Stacey Cabral, who allegedly robbed “Hot Bodeez”, where the clerk told police that the females brandished knives, demanded money, and then fled with an undetermined amount of cash. Following “an investigation”, police were able to identify the three suspects who were arrested several hours after the robbery. The suspects are charged with armed robbery while masked, conspiracy, and larceny under $250.

“What are you in for?”

“I robbed a tanning salon for $30 and several tubes of coconut-scented tanning accelerant.”

Genius. Anyway, we could literally sit here all day and ponder how dumb these three shitheads are, and it’s only a matter of time before we find out the clerk knew their voices, or one of them either used to work at Hot Bodeez or had a membership to mistreat her skin there. At the end of the day, or in this case, the beginning, let’s take a positive out of this thing and vote which one you’d rather bang.

(UPDATE! This chick WORKS at Hot Bodeez. She works there! I fucking knew it! Do I consider myself a detective? Well, yes, in the sense that her employment status is published for all to see. Also, this picture from her Facebook Page should definitely affect how you vote.)

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"They Should Have Used This One For The Mugshot"

 

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Officers’ Balls Found In Parking Lot

Boston, MA – Leave it to Wicked Improper to break yet another exclusive story. Our continued coverage of “Operation Balls Blown Off” reveals even more photos from the crime seen in Beverly, MA. For some of you, the pictures will provide closure and answers to the question “What ever became of Officer Lantych’s testicles?” For others, the images you are about to see below may cause you think twice before eating Tuesday night meatballs.

For those of you unaware of this story, this case appears to be a classic love triangle, where one cop was ‘allegedly’ making the dirtiest of love to another cops wife. Then, per the Insanity Handbook, that cop went haywire and instead of just divorcing that cunt, he opted to go on a rampage before turning the gun on himself.

Anyway, the balls will be on display in a Vlasic pickle jar at the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem. The Curator of the museum asks that you respect the jar and refrain from making obvious “balls found in a parking spot” jokes such as “I wonder if you have to feed two meters for that?” and “If you go to park your RV but someone tells you to hold up because you might squash their balls, you might be a redneck.” For those of you that are interested in this Balls Exhibit, 10% of all proceeds will go towards new balls implants for Officer Lantych, and the taxpayers of Massachusetts will naturally pick up the difference.

(Exhibit B shows where the balls were found and gathered with a set of chopsticks from the China Jade.)

 

"Exhibit B"

(Exhibit P appears to show a penis broken in two by bullet fragments. That evidence was secured and carried away in two Glad sandwich bags.)

"Exhibit P"

Update On “Operation Balls Blown Off”

"Found 'em!"

 

Beverly, MA – Well, we’ve all heard the phrase “too soon” but I heard the China Jade in Beverly is honoring the cop that was shot by offering “Balls Blown Off Soup.” For a limited time only, the Jade will offer traditional Chinese meatball soup, but to pay homage to his missing testicles, the soup contains no meat. There’s been a lot of speculation, accusations of adultery, or if the two cops involved were maybe gaying off, but the reality is, two young boys no longer have a father, and that’s a tragedy. Fortunately, as with every tragedy, there’s a little bit of comedy involved. For example, when the time is right and his empty pouch has settled down from all the excitement, the taxpayers of Massachusetts are going to have to pony up for this guys’ ball implants. You may soon sit down across the table from your H&R Block representative and field the question “Would you like to donate an ironic ‘two’ dollars to the Lantych Ball Fund?” Regardless of what occurred in the private lives of everyone involved leading up to this event, let’s face it, we’ve all done things we aren’t too particularly proud of. At times, as humans, it is totally normal to be overcome with feelings of guilt and shame. Kind of like the time I didn’t have a condom with me, so I tried to use a shower cap that said “Red Roof Inn” printed on it. I won’t go into details, but it was not what you would consider a snug fit. Or how about when you stretch your dick out for a few minutes when you’re alone before a physical to impress your doctor when he comes in? Of course, some of you may remember the blog where I admitted to having my doctor walk in to catch me laying on my side, trying to weigh my meat on his floor scale. I’d like to take this opportunity to ask our readers to admit something they’re not too proud of in our comments section. The truth shall set you free, and it will also allow us to laugh at you.

Open Letter To All of The Dickheads That Bought Snowplows And Bragged To Everyone How Much Money They Were Going To Make This Winter

Boston, MA – Hey Dickhead. Remember last Winter, when we had 300 inches of snow, and every asshole in the state was saying “I’d shovel, but where am I gonna put it?” You told everyone that would listen that you were going to make $75,000 this year in snow removal, so you bought a used Ford F150 and a $3,000 plow. Thanks to the overall snow totals of zero inches, if I do some quick math, I’d say you’re down $3,000, plus whatever you paid for the truck. This is what’s called “Dickhead Karma.” Here’s another example of Dickhead Karma, and to be fair, we’ll use me as the subject. I spent a year bragging to my friends I was going to take a cheerleader to my senior prom. Instead, I ended up spending the night popping zits, picking gum out of my braces, and trying to rescue Zelda.

As your useless plow slowly sinks into the mud in the coming weeks, resist the overwhelming urge to cut your losses and sell it. If you do, there is something called “Double Dickhead Karma”, where you brag about buying the plow, then there’s no snow, then you sell the plow at a discount while your friends all laugh at you behind your back, and then next year the guy who bought your plow makes $75,000 in snow removal. We all have to take a bite of a shit sandwich sometime, and this year, you’re absolutely munching on it.

 

"pwned"

(submit your own examples of “Dickhead Karma” in the comments section)