Showing posts with label prostitute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prostitute. Show all posts

Monday, September 06, 2010

A Laborious News Day

Jennifer Thompson who says she had sex with Wayne Rooney while his wife Coleen was pregnant Photo: TIM STEWARTby Dick Mac

The BBC, News of the World, The Telegraph, and the Sunday Mirror have reported that soccer star Wayne Rooney had sex with a prostitute when his wife was pregnant.

A professional athlete had sex with a prostitute.

How is this "news"?

This is like publishing an article that explains: "The sun rose this morning and billions of people below the Arctic Circle could see it in the skies to the West."

Is there really nothing else to report? Those square inches could't be used to report on anything else? Nothing?

So, I'm jumping on the badwagon: "OMG! Wayne Rooney Who Has To Pay For Sex Has Paid For Sex!"

Wayne Rooney 'slept with prostitute while wife Coleen was pregnant' - The Telegraph

Wayne Rooney arrives in Switzerland despite controversy - BBC

Happy Labor Day!






Wednesday, July 11, 2007

A Thousand Posts

This is the thousandth article on this blog.

A thousand posts.

It seems impossibile.

Here are some of my faves:

The article that started it all, my trip to Morocco:
White City Old City Red City Cold City

A pre-blog article about luggage and manners:
Sighs Matter

My view on amateur athletics:
Amateur Athletics

An article not about e-Begging:
F-Begging

A pre-blog article about status:
Status

An article about advertising and aging:
Lust For Life

An article about my childhood neighborhood:
The Projects – Part One

An article about the NBA:
Finally, A Chance to Make the NBA Change

An article about a male escort in the White House:
Prez Uses Services of Male Escort In White House

An article about my commute:
Riding The Subway



Dick Mac Recommends:

Un Chien Andalou
Luis Buñuel, Salvador Dalí





Friday, December 01, 2006

Jogging with Bill Clinton

Bill Clinton started jogging near his home in Chappaqua, New York.

Each day he ran past a hooker standing on the same street corner. Every day.

"Fifty dollars!" she would cry out from the curb.

"Five dollars!" fired back the President.

This ritual between Bill and the hooker continued for months.

He'd run by and she'd yell, "Fifty dollars!"

And he'd yell back, "Five dollars!"

One day Hillary decided to accompany him on his jog!

As they neared the corner, Bill realized the woman would bark her $50 offer and Hillary would ask what he'd really been doing on his previous outings. He thought he should have a darn good explanation for the junior Senator.

As they jogged into past the corner, Bill tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes.

Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled: "See what you get for five bucks!?"

Thanks to Dave for sending this along!