Famous whistleblower Edward Snowden claims the NSA passes your nudie pics around the office so everyone can have a laugh at your junk.
The Guardian, as part of a far-reaching interview out tomorrow, states that Snowden “…made a startling claim that a culture exists within the NSA in which, during surveillance, nude photographs picked up of people in ‘sexually compromising’ situations are routinely passed around.”
A home burglary turned to shit for two people after the 80-year-old homeowner walked in on them and ended up shooting a woman to death.
What the couple didn’t know was that Greer was not defenseless… he had a .22 caliber Smith and Wesson revolver in his pocket. The pair ran from the home when they saw Greer was armed, but the woman wasn’t quick enough.
After firing at her in an alley behind his house, Greer said the woman stumbled and then begged for her life. “She says, ‘Don’t shoot me, I’m pregnant! I’m going to have a baby!’ And I shot her anyway,” Greer said.
When asked what happened next, Greer said he shot the woman a second time. “She was dead. I shot her twice, she best be dead … (The man) had run off and left her,” he said. “I shot her so that’s going to leave a message on his mind for the rest of his life.”
Greer was taken to the hospital to treat a severe shoulder and collarbone injury. Police have not identified the woman, who was found dead at the scene, aside from saying she was in her ’20s.
One of Greer’s neighbors told reporters that the couple may have stolen Greer’s car in another incident and that Greer had been robbed several times before. “Apparently the couple has been doing this neighborhood for quite some time,” he said.
Long Beach Police are still investigating, but at this time no one has been arrested – including Greer. I’m not sure what a jury would do to Greer if he is charged and stands trial, but from what little I read on California’s castle doctrine his actions were not quite covered by the law. According to California Penal Code Section 198.5, homicide is excusable if:
“Any person using force intended or likely to cause death or great bodily injury within his or her residence shall be presumed to have held a reasonable fear of imminent peril of death or great bodily injury to self, family, or a member of the household when that force is used against another person, not a member of the family or household, who unlawfully and forcibly enters or has unlawfully and forcibly entered the residence and the person using the force knew or had reason to believe that an unlawful and forcible entry occurred. As used in this section, great bodily injury means a significant or substantial physical injury.”
Personally, I have no sympathy for people who are killed while committing home burglaries. But prosecutors may have to charge Greer despite the circumstances. That first shot may have been excusable, even though the woman was running away, but that second shot may cause Greer some serious legal issues – double trouble if it turns out the woman actually was pregnant.
Let’s face it – gas masks might be incredibly useful in case of a catastrophe, but they’re not the most fashionable accessories and often make it difficult for users to interact with other people. But Israeli industrial designer, Zlil Lazarovich, is trying to change the way people perceive gas masks. She has created the world’s first ‘Social Gas Mask’ which not only looks sleek and stylish, but also allows for seamless social interactions.
With the new Social Gas Mask, you can enjoy movie nights on your couch, go outside without having people stare at you, and pretty much do everything you normally do. “The large window allows to show a greater range of facial expressions by exposing the upper cheeks, eyebrows and full width of the eyes area,” Lazarovich says. “The wide, cheeky shape of the filters gives the impression of a wide, healthy and happy face instead of a long, skeleton-like one. As opposed to current masks that often hide the user’s face, restrict communication and facial expressions, and look like an alien, the Social Gas Mask has a number of features designed to offer an empowering image and a positive experience.”
Gay porn star Bruno Knight is used to putting big things in his butt, but did he really shove a half-pound of crystal methamphetamine up there? That’s what U.S. Homeland Security is alleging in a disturbing and extremely graphic affidavit detailing Knight’s arrest at LAX last month.
On June 16th, Knight (a U.K. citizen whose real name is Philip Gizzie) was attempting to board a Virgin Atlantic flight back to his home country when Customs and Border Protection officers—acting on a tip from the DEA—stopped and questioned him on the jetway.
According to the affidavit, Gizzie made several self-incriminating statements in an LAX holding room before defecating out two objects containing crystal methamphetamine. Later that morning at a hospital, he expelled a third object containing even more meth. In total, Gizzie was allegedly attempting to smuggle 226 grams (a half-pound) of methamphetamine back to the U.K.
A bartender in Lithuania accidentally set a customer’s face on fire while making a drink, and the gruesome moment was captured on video.
The incident happened July 11 at Naktinis Tbilisis club in Panevezys, according to an article in the Lithuanian news portal Lrytas, per a translation by The Huffington Post.
In the video, the bartender can be seen preparing the drink — called a Flaming Lamborghini — when a flame shoots out at the man, who catches fire. Other patrons appear to put out the fire out by smothering the man’s head with their hands.
The victim’s sister said in the article that the bar owner and the bartender visited her brother in the hospital. While the article did not specify the man’s injuries, it did note that he was taken into surgery.
Several English-language outlets have since picked up the video, though none has offered an update on the man’s condition.
U.K. tabloid Mirror, however, offers a description of the dangerous cocktail shown in the video:
A Flaming Lamborghini consists of sambuca and kahlua which is then set alight and drunk quickly through a straw while it’s still on fire, the drink is then doused with a shot each of Baileys and blue curacao which is then drunk.
Johnny Lee Banks Jr., 56, said in a lawsuit filed in state court earlier this week that no one at the Princeton Baptist Medical Center in Birmingham, Alabama, had told him why it had been necessary to remove his penis, according to his attorney, John Graves.
“My client is devastated,” Graves said.
Banks, who is married and does not work due to a disability, did not recall the precise date of the incident but believed it occurred in June, his attorney said.
The lawsuit does not specify a monetary value of the damages, Graves said.
Named as defendants in the lawsuit are the hospital, the Simon-Williamson Clinic, Urology Centers of Alabama and two doctors, Graves said.
Spokeswomen for the hospital, the clinic and Urology Centers of Alabama did not immediately respond to messages seeking comment.
The residents of Wenzhou, China, woke up last Thursday to discover that the inner city river had turned blood-red. Everyone is puzzled, as this has never happened before and nobody knows the cause yet. China Radio International reports:
Inspectors from the Wenzhou Environmental Protection Bureau are taking samples and analyzing the cause of the incident.
The villagers pointed out that there wasn’t a chemical plant along the upper stream.
Local residents say the river was flowing normally at 4am, but it started to redden at around 6am, and in no time at all had turned as crimson as blood.
We spotted these spongy beings at a local pot shop in Irvine, California. At $10 for a pack of two weed Twinkies, the fittingly named “Dankies” looked promising. However, if you’re having visions of freshly-baked cannabis cream-filled cakes — the budtender at said location claimed that the snacks are actual Twinkies whose original vanilla cream has been hollowed out and swapped with 1000 mg of THC-infused cream.
So, yes, they’re just gas station Twinkies that have been injected with sweet cream that will get you high and repackaged under a new stoner-friendly name. Still, we were curious and brought some home to enjoy as a pre-dinner treat.
After undressing the tiny cakes — kudos to the Dankies design team for the slick wrapper — we each tried a single weed Twinkie each. The taste was phenomenal — the Twinkie’s signature high fructose crack flavor complimented the light, earthy flavor of the weed cream. We kicked back and waited for the high to kick in.
An hour passed. 8 pm. Another hour. 9 pm. After 2 hours of feeling zilch, we started to get an inkling that these were a dud. By 9:30 we grabbed a greasy meal of fry-stuffed gyros with a notable lack of munchies. By 10:30 we still felt nothing and decided to call it day by smoking a bowl.
Lesson learned: Not all edibles end in glory. Sometimes, life is just a fancy Twinkie filled with false promises.
These adventurous single men and women are at a “pheromone party”, an alternative dating trend based on the idea that smell plays a key role in the choice of a sexual partner.
Each of them has agreed to wear the same cotton T-shirt for three nights in a row, with no deodorant or perfume, and to bring it to the party.
The clothes, infused with the pure scent of the wearer’s body, are placed in transparent plastic bags with numbers on coloured labels – pink for women, blue for men.
“Smell as many bags as you like, have fun!” encourages the organiser, Judy Nadel.
There is some nervous laughter, then a sudden rush for the bags laid out on a big table in the middle of the room.
Some people open the bags carefully, taking a timid sniff, while others plunge their noses right inside.
“This one’s been worn for a few days,” quipped one young man, while his friend Steven Lucas, a 23-year-old law trainee, remarks that the clothes “all smell the same”.
“It’s like sweat and a tiny bit of perfume, or just, like, clean,” he says.
Those who get a sniff of their dream partner snap a picture of themselves with the bag. The images are then projected onto the wall, and the lucky owners of the chosen T-shirts have the chance to meet their admirers.
A bearded young man wearing a white shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest hair decided to improve his chances, grabbing handfuls of bags – numbers 35, 88, 52, 128…
There are smiles all around and the atmosphere in the bar is playful. “Shall we say ‘hi’, or ‘woof woof’?” jokes one man in passing, before disappearing into the crowd.
“It is such a weird concept. It’s a huge ice-breaker because you are smelling a stranger’s T-shirt – you can’t be cool or pretentious,” Nadel tells AFP.
She launched her pheromone parties in London this year, taking on a concept that was first promoted in the United States in 2010 by artist Judith Prays.
The idea is inspired by a 1995 experiment by a Swiss scientist, Claus Wedekind, and the belief that pheromones – chemicals that are fundamental to the sexual behaviour of animals – can also be picked up by humans.
Six couples got together at the first party in London in March, although Nadel is not sure whether their relationships have lasted.
In a city partial to alternative dating methods, this odorous concept has proved seductive – the two parties so far have both attracted more than 140 people, with plenty left on the waiting list.
Booking early pays – tickets cost up to 12 pounds (S$25).
“London is such an amazing and vibrant city, but it’s difficult to meet people, and they tend to stick to themselves, in their groups,” says Nadel, herself a single woman who became frustrated with traditional dating websites.
Scared of rejection
To stimulate the romantic feelings in the room, a masseuse is on hand to offer aromatherapy to the participants.
“I’ve got a mixture of geranium rose with black pepper, so I’m using that to give massages to aid a bit of relaxation,” says Laurie Nouchka.
After a session with the masseuse, Marta Montserrat, 33, rejoins her sister Berta, 29, who is worrying that her T-shirt is missing from the table.
Both sisters, recently single, have come because a friend got them tickets.
They move enthusiastically from bag to bag, breathing in their aromas and trying to judge the character of the wearers from the style and colour of the T-shirt, and how they have been folded or scrunched up in the bag.
But as the night draws on, Marta Montserrat starts to despair of finding her soulmate.
“It doesn’t matter what I smell, if I don’t like what I see,” sighed the chatty brunette, casting an eye around the other participants, none of whom were her “type”.
Bob, 48, stands apart from the crowd and sips his drink. “Funnily enough I was scared that someone would smell my shirt and throw it down,” he confides. Fortunately, everyone remained civilised.