Back in February, world-famous street artist Banksy posted several new pieces in Gaza, including a giant kitten, to try to draw some attention to the region.
His public work tends to be snatched up pretty quickly by people looking to make some serious cash. They can typically be sold to collectors for hundreds of thousands of dollars. His “Mobile Lovers” piece went for more than half a million dollars last year.
One man in Gaza probably wishes he had been told that before he let an original Banksy go for a measly $175.
Rabie Dardouna, who owned the door and rubble which Banksy adorned with a piece called “Bomb Damage” (above), pawned it off to a man named Belal Khaled for just the value of the metal. His house was destroyed during an Israeli attack last year.
“I did not know that it was this valuable. I heard it can be sold for millions,” Dardouna told The Guardian. “Now I want the door back.”
Khaled claims he only purchased the door to “protect its artistic value” and isn’t looking to make money off the deal.
He added that he might one day consider displaying it in a gallery to “speak about the suffering of Gaza and the agonies of war.”
Police say prosthetic penises and fake urine are being used by miners to fool drug tests.
Sales are booming for products to beat drug testing, which are legally available on the internet. Some products can be purchased for $70 (£35) and come with accessories including heat pads and strap-on devices for men to wear during supervised testing.
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Did this guy’s dancing account for the 3 errors?
Tampa Devil Rays fanatic.
Now, who could that be???
A rays game but he’s wearing a Dodgers hat
nkit,
where’d you get that?
they told my atty that this clip would never be shown again,only the one after i lost all the weight & had babes on my lap–
Yo babes are further down, Dancin’ Red
i saw em–
when i haven’t posted/responded 4 a couple of weeks you’ll know my wife found those pics-
Gene Gene the dancing machine.
The first scene cut from that shitty Gillette commercial.
Gotta love Windex.
This year’s only soccer highlight.
Bimbo on his shirt?? Heck, that girl could make him a bundle swinging on a pole.
Spanish for Wonder Bread
Go tits go!
I’m betting it isn’t her 1st time.
(Chevy ad)
First you get the money, then you get the power , THEN you get the women.
Although that useless lifeguard didn’t lift a finger to save that man from drowning, he did the species a favour.
Only if he had not yet bred.
Habib’s third attempt at making the Olympic dive team
I had a similar reaction once when I saw the ugly chick walking across the bar, looking at me. Time for a piss and didn’t come back until closin time.
When I open my trench coat, I just get arrested.
Hey Tony, remember this?
This reminds me, I have to pee.
Here’s whose uphill:
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Is that Jay Leno?
Jay Lentil, maybe?
In the valley of the …
Americans are better suited for cyclones than the Chinese, they weigh 300 pounds@.
Jetsam and flotsam.
Windy, Windy, what went Wong?
Ah, so Wong.
Weather. It blows down in Hong Kong.
I can’t picture you with Kim.
A tsunami washed away him,
Oh, Windy’s umbrella took her along.
“Take an umbrella “, she said. “It might rain”, she said.
Find the veiled camel(toe).
That’s much more fun than finding Waldo.
fuk Waldo.
fuk th cameltoe
There is a camel somewhere limping around.
I keep my monkey in the trunk for just such an occasion.
Trunk monkey is a classic. One of the funniest of all time.
Brown eyes crying in the rain……….
guess what day it is…
Uhhh….Hump Day??
Fresh snapper Friday?
Does it end in “Y”?
Taco tuesday
That’s between me and Epstein, son, but I can tell you I got quite a shock went I felt up Michelle.
Yep, Michelle hangs ten limp.
Oi vey!
Must be cold in the synagogue.
Headlights on High Beam.
You could poke your eye out.
Keep thinking about this guy. How he has his priorities straight. Reminded me of Captain John Yossarian in Joseph Heller’s “Catch 22”:
“Depends” body armor?
He’s on to something.
An armored pampers.
T-Red’s Red Hot Mamas of the Week!!!
Looks like a half ton.
Each
If you are behind these girls in the buffet line, you can set your extra plate on the shelf in front of you.
Oooooh- weeeee look at dat…..dem babies got back. Tred don’t have game enough for that kind of poundage.
Seriously! Go on a diet.
They are wimmens you weak dicks. I will take the one in blue.
get some of those wimps to get on the train w/you–you know when they were young & single they would have been hitting it if nothing else was available,esp rins & stucky–
finally got around to listenin’ to this one, bud. i dig it. a lot. a real toe tapper. thx.
After Quasimodo’s death, Bishop Thomas of the cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing while several applicants demonstrated their skills, he decided to call it a day.
Just then a lone, armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer’s job.
Bishop Thomas was incredulous. ‘You have no arms.’
”No matter,’ said the man, ‘observe!’ He then began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment, convinced that he had finally found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. Suddenly, while rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop immediately rushed down the stairways. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, ‘Bishop, who was this man?’
‘I don’t know his name,’ the bishop sadly replied, ‘but his face rings a bell.’
Praise Jesus; that is hilarious.
classic shaggy dog…
Hey Mark,
I want to thank you and e.d.ot.t. for your great replies to my comment about gold the other day, I really appriciate it.
Cheers and see y’all on the other side.
You bet Blaine!
Masterful set up description verbiage for the hook, Mahk.
There’s a 2nd punchline, in the version I heard years ago.
“Who does he look like, so we can ID, and notify the family?”
“Well, he’s a dead ringer for Monsignor Jean Pinochet.”
au revoir!
A macho Italian guy was out picking up women in Rome. While at his favorite bar, he manages to attract one rather attractive-looking blonde.
They go back to his place, and sure enough, they go at it. After a long while, he climaxes. Then he rolls over, lights up a cigarette and asks her, “So… you finish?”
After a short pause, she replies, “No.”
Surprised, but pleasantly, he puts out his cigarette, rolls back on top of her, and has his way with her again, this time lasting even longer than the first. Again he rolls over, lights a cigarette, and asks, “So… you finish?”
And again, after a short pause, she just says “No.”
Stunned, but still acting reflexively on his macho pride, he once again puts out the cigarette and entertains his companion du jour. This time, with all the strength he can muster up…finally exhausted he barely manages to end the task, but he does with a flourish, after expending quite a lot of time and all his energy.
Barely able to roll over, he reaches for his cigarette, lights it again, and then asks tiredly, “So… you finish?”
“No. I’m Swedish.”
You sure the guy was Italian and not Himalayan?
Grog…back in the day I use to…..