The great man MC Shureshock was playing a gig in Adelaide recently and snapped this photo of a young gentleman wearing our Midas Touch 2.0 singlet and generally loving life.
Not sure why I like this photo so much, but if you know the stylish / trashbag hombre in the picture give us a shout - I think we might be able to conjure up a present for him.
Alternatively if you have any similar photos of your friends in gloriously embarrassing poses or situations send them to info@eleventhcommandment.com.au and we'll be happy to chuck them on the blog for the world to see.
So something we have all suspected for a long time has finally been revealed - immodestly-dressed women are destroying our planet.
This scientific fact was brought to light by Iranian cleric and all-round deadset genius (read: moron) Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi, who said the following:
"Many women who do not dress modestly ... lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes."
No shit.
Now loose-moralled wenches around the world are uniting to test the theory by causing the first ever Boobquake this Monday 26th April.
The filthy harlett leading this reprehensible campaign to destroy us all is Jennifer McCreight, who had this to say:
"On Monday, April 26th, I will wear the most cleavage-showing shirt I own. Yes, the one usually reserved for a night on the town. I encourage other female skeptics to join me and embrace the supposed supernatural power of their breasts. Or short shorts, if that's your preferred form of immodesty. With the power of our scandalous bodies combined, we should surely produce an earthquake. If not, I'm sure Sedighi can come up with a rational explanation for why the ground didn't rumble. And if we really get through to him, maybe it'll be one involving plate tectonics. So, who's with me? I may be a D cup, but that will probably only produce a slight tremor on its own."
To find out more about this earth-shattering social movement check out the facebook page or website.
At Eleventh Commandment we would not usually encourage this type of behaviour, but seeing as it's in the name of science...come on ladies....get 'em out.
It never ceases to amaze how many brilliant religious entrepreneurs there are out there. Every day I see more of these people generously offering to relieve you of your hard-earned dollars and take them directly to Jeebus (he must need a new flat-screen TV or something). But of the millions of Specialist Christian Authority Monetary Syndications (or S.C.A.M.S for short) that have come and gone throughout history, this has to be one of the best:
Seriously if i could get my hands on a copy of this video I would buy it in a second.
Last weekend we trekked down to Canberra for one of the best parties ever. Party By Jake threw the bash, which packed out Transit Bar and saw an amped crowd lose their shit to Cassian. We sponsored the night with discounts and giveaways and generally just made a mess of the place and ourselves. It was luscious.
Check out some of the evidence:
If you ever have a chance to get along to a Party By Jake event don't even hesitate. You won't regret it.
Lyrics: Yeah I'm outta Blacktown, now I'm in Maroubra Right next to the Seals, I'm Sydney forever Used to live in Newtown, couldn't dig the people there With their crazy coloured hair, could always see their underwear
So I hit up Caringbah, did my time at Bizzos Saw some good bands, did some talking with my fists though Started work at Panthers, uniforms an insult Still remembered as the only Tiger Woods of aqua golf
Cruising down George Street in my brother's Rexxy Stop at Scu-Bar, find a tourist who will sex me Head on up to Parra, buy a car on Church Street Go to Peter Wynn's and get a Jarryd Hayne bed sheet
Say what's up to Curl Curl, you're my whole world world Hanging at the surf club trying to meet myself a surfer girl Finish up at Kogarah, eating at that Sizzler Hope for Marto that the season's not a fizzer in...
Chorus: In Sydney We all use the toll roads to get home It costs us fortune Out in Sydney Frontbench that controls our Premier Cause no one here knows her Let's hear it for Sydney, Sydney, Sydney
You can catch me up at Leichhardt at a Tigers game Sirro made the Tigers strip more famous than a Benji can Head onto Chullora, where my crew is all good We have a dead centre in our town, we call it Rookwood
Welcome now to Lindfield, got a mad leaf feel Send the kids to private schools our version of keep it real Light Rail, Monorail, City Rail, they all late It's not the timing that's the issue, it's the smell we hate
Find myself in Smithfield, where Harry Kewell started Near the R-y, feeling starry, get red carded Man I got to plug Revesby Workers it's the best And this shit ain't an ad, that's for members and their guests
Pup and Lara, Clover's choker Every single pub has organised poker North Bondi's expensive and that's just Italian Can hear 'em sniffing in the toilets talking fashion
Chorus: In Sydney, Our funniest hill is Rooty The R-y's a beauty Out in Sydney, Go catch some rays in the domain Watch bankers play ball games Let's hear it for Sydney, Sydney, Sydney
Loving Flight Facilities at the moment. If you know what's good for you you will take off to their MySpace and bring their new mixtape into land on your ipod.
