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Anurag Milk Scandal - 7

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00:24,

2008-10-12 12:47:04

Description: My friend Anurag is forced to drink a full glass of milk everyday by our managers. This is just because he refuses to drink !! And refusal is not allowed in our work culture.... Especially for our (More)

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The Dairy Industry - Heart-Wrenching Images

5,

03:07,

2009-10-25 14:02:39

Description: An undercover investigation reveals once again the horror behind the use of animal products. Please share this shocking video in any way you can - the truth, hard as it may be, must be exposed. (More)

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Asian slave has milk pumped into her ass

99,

08:00,

2009-09-23 11:21:21

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Sick - Young Asian squirts milk out her ass

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07:00,

2009-09-24 23:08:12

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The Dairy Industry - Heart-Wrenching Images

6,

03:07,

2009-10-04 11:23:34

Description: An undercover investigation reveals once again the horror behind the use of animal products. Please share this shocking video in any way you can - the truth, hard as it may be, must be exposed. (More)

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trapped 7

28,

00:05,

2008-05-04 08:51:03

Description: "Wha-what?" she stuttered. Yeah, singing was her job but she hadn't sung for months. "Sing you what?" "You don't have to." He told her sensing her (More) "Wha-what?" she stuttered. Yeah, singing was her job but she hadn't sung for months. "Sing you what?" "You don't have to." He told her sensing her hesitation. "No I will." She sounded more sure of herself. "What do you want me to sing?" "My favorite part of shadow." He said without hesitation, giving all his attention to her. "Not even time could erase; you're my weakness babe, but you give me strength. I need you, I need you like the blood in my veins." She sung perfectly for him. Her voice gave his shivers; it wasn't anything new her voice seemed to always have that effect on him. He sucked in air and held his breath. "Something wrong?" her voice broke through his thoughts; yet again. He felt the bed shift and her sit up. "I love it when you sing, you know that right?" he smiled in the darkness. Scooting slightly closer to her. "I remember you used to always make me sing for you." She laughed suddenly feeling his presence. She inhaled his familiar scent and let out a soft sigh. "Still not tired?" he was now lying next to her, her heart was racing from such close contact with him. She longed to feel his arms wrapped around her body again. "Come here." He pulled her into a warm embrace; he guided her head so I rested on his chest and stoked her hair softly. "This always helped you fall asleep." He was right and within a few minutes she was out cold. Once she was asleep Garbo debated did he wake her up or just stay with her? He wanted to stay with her but he didn't know if it was the right thing for her at the moment. He let his drooping eyes decide for him as he rested his head on top of hers. In a few minutes he too fell asleep with the girl he was secretly still in love with. The next morning he slipped out of bed before she woke up, and crept downstairs. Chelsea and Joe were already at the kitchen table waiting for him. "Where did you go last night?" Chelsea inquired passing Garbo a box of cereal and the milk. "I went to get changed and Riley was having a bad dream so I sat down with her and well yeah. I just fell asleep." He replied shoveling the cereal in his mouth causing Riley who just came downstairs to make a face. "You look like an animal." She chuckled stealing the cereal from him and pouring herself a bowl. "I am an animal...in bed." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. Riley nearly choked on her cereal, her sides shook with laughter. "You keep telling yourself that tiger." Joe smiled, he loved watching Riley's happiness and teasing personality come back to life. "So today, Chelsea and I have plans so Garbo you're in charge." "WHAT?" riley pouted. "Why is HE in charge?" "Cuz he's oldest and we have to leave." Joe grabbed Chelsea and forced her out the door before Riley could get a hold of him. "By the way!" he yelled from outside. "The house needs to be cleaned!" Once they were alone she shook her finger menacingly at Garbo. "Just know you arent the boss." "Oh, but I am!" he laughed standing up, and putting his dishes in the sink. "Shall we begin our super cool fun cleaning?" "No." Riley replied flatly. "Okay! Let's go!" he dragged her off the stool and put the radio on. ... They worked in silence Garbo was cleaning the kitchen and Riley was cleaning out the closet. "Garbs?" she called out giving him goose bumps she hadn't called him Garbs for months. "S.O.S." she giggled. "You are so queer." He squeezed inside the closet with her. "What do you need?" "That big box waaaay on the top." She motioned to the old flimsy cardboard box occupying the top shelf. "Of course its that one." He sighed pulling it down; not knowing its weight it knocked him down talking Riley with him. she landed onto of him; not moving when he tried to get up. "Ok Greg, not kissing right now would be just as lame as in The Goonies when the dude didn't kiss the chick even though she fell on top of him." Riley locked her lips with Garbo's for a second before letting the older boy go back to his cleaning. "Alright, we are now sufficiently cooler then Josh Brolin and Kerri Greene." "I dunno...Josh Brolin kind of redeemed himself in No Country For Old Men..." Garbo started, but Riley cut him off. "We're not talking about that." She grinned. "We're talking about kissing and Goonies, and for now, we're cooler. Don't contradict me. In my world, I'm right." "You know you liked that kiss." He teased, advancing towards her again. "You know you can't resist the Garbmeister." "If you keep referring to yourself as 'Garbmeister' I'm sure I could." She chuckled allowing him to move closer and closer, his body pressed against hers. She felt his soft familiar lips brush against hers again. His hands slid up and down her lower back softly. (Less)

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TubeWrite: Adelaide

18,

06:53,

2008-04-25 15:27:39

Description: Adelaide On the Sunday bench at the station I could see in grandpa's expression how he still remembered the first time he saw one. He had told on many occasions the story of so many years ago, (More) Adelaide On the Sunday bench at the station I could see in grandpa's expression how he still remembered the first time he saw one. He had told on many occasions the story of so many years ago, when he was young and still lived in the desert. Upon looking at it in the dawn he had stood there static and terrified, faced with the mirrored vision of the worm of death, the metallic monster that in front of his eyes went through the devastated moor of Augusta. During the fleeting chilling sweat which came to him later he had the horrifying sight of people gobbled up whole inside the iron snake, exhaling smoke through the nostrils, leaving a black breath of death in its passing and he heard just its thunderous shrieking of madness and the track track of the ground it stepped on. Already before, when he went out hunting with the tribe, grandpa and everyone had seen the gleaming bars, perfectly parallel which kept on for so many distance, up to the forbidden territories of the white man. The gullible believed that it was only an invention of the humans who had just arrived, but the skeptical were infinitely convinced that it was a sound divine sign. Now, before the vision of the incomprehensible being, grandpa had doubted the possibility of its earthly creation. It was right at that moment that the unreal object started squeaking with a fussy persistence, stopping exactly on time in front of the meddler dune which was precisely upon the railroad and hindered the course of the journey. Then it happened that from the feverish wild animal now tamed came up an illusion of the desert, the girl with Dutch linen dress and brooches of a hundred-year-old grandma. Her round face and the eyes of a lost lamb gave her a haughty displeased appearance. Behind her came a bony plain youth, with an angular face, but the same eyes of her sister, with the brilliant longing of the always intrepid. Later, from the sides of that ancestral whale of the sand went out all kinds of people dressed up like the ostriches of the desert of nothingness. Grandpa had stood watching and after some minutes, seeing that the strangers had civilized customs, he approached to wish them peace. The little girl was the first one who saw him, and ignoring the warnings about the native savages, she came to him. Grandpa stretched his hand indicating her face to touch her and the girl simply bit his finger. He moved back a step and asked her in an ancient aborigine dialect --What are you doing? To which the girl replied with a perfect intuition, -I wanted to taste coffee without milk. The little girl said they were heading to Alice and then revealed that she and her brother came from the frost groundwater territory of Alberta, but yearned to know the irresistible southern continent from which Captain Cook had told about. They had finally arrived and were now living in Adelaide with her disgraceful aunt Babs. The girl explained now to grandpa that the train wasn't a terrible serpent god, but a wonderful technological advance. At that time the chubby assistants of the conductor had taken out the forced shovels to eliminate the yellow mountain which prevented them from reaching their destination. The girl's brother could finally help, but only after a long session of persuasive rhetoric given to the conductor about his jovial strength and his unconditional self-denial. On the night of the first day, the girl and grandpa lay down together to watch the stars above and when they fell asleep their dreams got inevitably entwined. This way they woke up hugged and radiant. One of the chambermaids of the train saw them and later warned the girl in whispers; -Look after you from the mad people of the desert, they aren't trustworthy. By the days they were stranded in that sea of sand, the passengers of The Ghan had to bear all sorts of incidents, from having to hunt a pile of rabbits and eating them stale and salty the subsequent days, as far as having to tolerate the drowsy heat from the interior of the burning coaches. Even so and somehow both children understood each other and wandered around together without worries. They even saw amazed on the sixth day since the train stopped the humble lonely graveyard next to the railroad, founded for the infected ones of typhoid fever, and how it turned in an instant into the smelly flooded marsh of floating bones due to the unexpected biblical monsoon. Grandpa and the girl seemed to live in another place, where the stopped train didn't look like an obstacle towards the aim but an essential means. It was on the ninth day that the dune completely disappeared and the elegant ladies clapped with joy. But then the misfortune occurred. (Less)

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Kubla Khan - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

59,

03:30,

2007-12-28 14:32:02

Description: Can you create a paradise by building material things? Or, how about creating paradise in your imagination? This was written in 1797 (possibly) and first published in 1816. Coleridge's (More) Can you create a paradise by building material things? Or, how about creating paradise in your imagination? This was written in 1797 (possibly) and first published in 1816. Coleridge's note, published with the poem is as follows: "The following fragment is here published at the request of a poet of great and deserved celebrity [Lord Byron], and, as far as the Author's own opinions are concerned, rather as a psychological curiosity, than on the ground of any supposed poetic merits. In the summer of the year 1797, the Author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment that he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same substance, in Purchas's Pilgrimage: ``Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately garden thereunto. And thus ten miles of fertile ground were inclosed with a wall.'' The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort. On awakening he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas! without the after restoration of the latter!" What do I think it's about? Well, there are many books and papers written about this poem and many theories. Sadly, we may never know. But I think it's about the power of imagination, and the human mind being able to create paradise or heaven on earth through imagination as opposed to constructing a paradise through material things and the construction of monumental buildings. But who knows? - Kubla Khan. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. - (Less)

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Mahalagang Balita #1 - Hello Kitty News

46,

01:27,

2007-08-22 21:34:47

Description: MAHALAGANG BALITA... "di-dit-ditdididit" (sound epeks na morse code na ginagamit sa radio news). TIME CHECK...ang oras sa buong kapuluan: limang minuto, makaraan ang truck ng basura. ang (More)

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The Game of Death - 1500 Infected

50,

08:59,

2008-01-31 23:10:33

Description: UNAIDS and the WHO estimate that, as of December 2006, the number of people living with HIV has reached its highest level, at around 39.5 million. More than 25 million others have died of Acquired (More) UNAIDS and the WHO estimate that, as of December 2006, the number of people living with HIV has reached its highest level, at around 39.5 million. More than 25 million others have died of Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome (AIDS) since it was first recognized in 1981, making the pandemic one of the most destructive in recorded history. HIV is typically transmitted through sex or intravenous drug use, and is often associated with marginalized groups such as gay men, drug users and sex workers. For these reasons, and also because of fears of contagion, people living with HIV are frequently subjected to stigma and discrimination. Publicity campaigns around the world have aimed to counter HIV-related prejudices and misconceptions and to replace them with an accurate understanding that helps to prevent new infections. These efforts have been greatly aided by various celebrities — including American basketball star Magic Johnson and South African judge Edwin Cameron — who have publicly announced that they are HIV-positive. Condoms are the best way to protect against HIV as well as other sexually-transmitted diseases such as herpes and condylomas. HIV is transmitted via mucus, wounds, used syringes and bodily fluids. Of these bodily fluids only 5 carry the disease from one person to another: blood, sperm, pre-seminal male secretions, vaginal secretions, and mother's milk. Treatment exists to fight HIV. This treatment is called antiretroviral (ARV) therapy. It is not a cure. It does, however, help the body's immune system fight HIV, and therefore has restored the health of many sick people within just a few months. That's what we call the Lazarus Effect. ARV therapy is lifelong. This is why (RED) plans to be around for a long time, to help raise money for the Global Fund and continue to fight AIDS in Africa. Some of you have asked, why Africa? In the United States, you can get ARVs at your local pharmacy, through your doctor and health insurance. If you don't have health insurance, there are programs that can help you get access to ARVs. In Africa, no one had access for many years, and the number of people in sub-Saharan Africa who live with HIV has grown to 22.5 milion. We have a tremendous opportunity to help break this epidemic. Most doctors don't test for the two most common sexually transmitted diseases - unless you ask them to! Learn what to ask for during your next STD test. World AIDS Day is December 1. According to the World Health Organization, there are 33.2 million people in the world today living with HIV/AIDS. This video dramatizes the immense scope of that number with a series of one-second scenes representing each individual. Help us win the fight against HIV/AIDS. www.amfAR.org Darfur, Sudan is being called the worst humanitarian crisis in the world today. Tens of thousands of people have died. Two million more have been forced to flee their homes and livelihoods. For these innocent civilians, living on the edge of survival, their only hope is the dwindling number of humanitarian organizations willing to risk the dangers on the ground in Darfur to provide relief. International Medical Corps was one of the first relief organizations to arrive on the scene in Darfur, and remains there to this day. Established in 1984 by volunteer doctors and nurses, IMC provides help in more than 25 countries and regions worldwide that have been ravaged by war and disaster. IMC's network of some 5,000 doctors, nurses and other health care professionals makes it one of the fastest, most effective emergency response agencies in the world. For more information visit http://www.imcworldwide.org. (Less)

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Naked Gorillas

226,

04:43,

2008-02-10 20:48:12

Description: Manipulation through association In your natural environment, a healthy Earth eco-sytem like perhaps an old growth forest with trees many hundreds of years old the undercanopy shaded into (More) Manipulation through association In your natural environment, a healthy Earth eco-sytem like perhaps an old growth forest with trees many hundreds of years old the undercanopy shaded into submission the ground spongy and teeming with life a diet of deer, sqirrel rabbit, nuts herbs , fresh water and in the summer fruit delicacies, or a coastl lagoon teeming with shrimp and fish and coconut milk, you an evolved upright walking talking breathing individual human being , part of a cooperative social group would never encounter the following. A stimulus that is both lovingly sexual and dangerous (something to fear). Advertising, modern mind control, works very simply through association. Take what you want to sell and put it next to what all animals want, a nurturing sexually vialble attractive young female, She represents highest status in sapien tribal groups because she as a young mother represents the future, she is also a nutrition source sharing sweet nutritous hormone balancing protein treats with all her friends, breast milk. a path forward for the group gene pool. So what is the message behind a show which juxtaposes hot chics and high school mating soap opera with supreme military and technological control.? A fascist unrelenting powerful robot that will stop at nothing to achieve it's objective? Hint the governator. In the scripting of television shows ideas and more importantly attitudes are implanted in the public pysche. The Fox ideas are that we are right to use are might because we are morally superior to those we kill, that we are pure in our thinking and belief system but are forced by evil others to defend ourself with incredible military force. The only problem is that it's not true. What your handlers long ago realized is that emotional attitude trumps intellectual argument hands down everytime. So by associating progressive liberal ideas with child murder gay sex and minority welfare abuse they are effectively removed from consideration by the majority. So I am showing you positive images of youthful sexual vitality and telling you that it is possible to have a country that is not based on military domination of the world through a state funded warfare industrial complex. That are health care need not be run by the pharmomafia and the insurance racketeers. That we can take care of eachother and heal our world through effective government control of polluting profit gouging corporate rapists, that there is a natural peaceful way of living which does not inspire desparate oppressed people to commit suicide in a feeble attempt to make you see humanity as worthy of your empathy. False associations terrorism - war in Iraq national defense - islamic threat (Less)

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Places That Don't Exist: Trans-Dniester Part 4of4

13,

06:54,

2008-03-12 04:17:43

Description: Holidays in the Danger Zone: Places That Don't Exist -------- Author Simon Reeve undertakes a thrilling journey through the most obscure countries in the world -- Places That Don't Exist. (More) Holidays in the Danger Zone: Places That Don't Exist -------- Author Simon Reeve undertakes a thrilling journey through the most obscure countries in the world -- Places That Don't Exist. -------- There are almost 200 official countries in the world, but there are dozens more breakaway states which are determined to be separate and independent. The breakaway states have their own rulers, parliaments or warlords, and are home to millions of people, but they're not officially recognised as proper countries by the rest of the world. Several have their own armies and police forces, and issue passports and even postage stamps which the rest of the world ignores. All of the breakaway states have declared independence after violent struggles with a neighbouring state. Some now survive peacefully, but others are a magnet for terrorists and weapons smuggling, and have armies ready for a fight. All could be at the centre of future wars which threaten their regions and the wider world. In a world of easy adventure tourism, Simon visits breakaway states & unrecognized nations which don't usually feature on the tourist trail: Somaliland, Transniestria, South Ossetia, Taiwan, Abkhazia, Ajaria and Nagorno-Karabkh. -------- In this series, Simon Reeve is taught to fish by the President of Moldova, becomes an unofficial Somali diplomat, and finds himself crammed into a lift with the President of Georgia. He visits a little-known country stuck in a Soviet-era time-warp, and a mountainous state which claims to have the highest rate of longevity on the planet. Simon also discovers abandoned missiles capable of destroying skyscrapers, al Qaeda terrorists in an African jail and the mass graves of children killed by soldiers. Simon meets a blonde popstar who's a crackshot with an AK-47, a mournful guitarist, and a Taiwanese boy band. He climbs the world's tallest building, visits the site of the battle in Black Hawk Down, is electrocuted in Mogadishu, finds 5,000 year old rock paintings, buys himself a new Somali passport from a man called Mr Big Beard, and is held as a spy by the Transniestrian KGB. Snake blood is on the menu in Asia, rock-hard yoghurt in the Caucuses, camel milk in Africa and two bottles of cognac when Simon is forced to celebrate independence with a Communist politician. He meets a villager who sold a kidney to buy a cow, and children forced to live in freezing railway carriages. Amid the minefields of Nagorno-Karabkh, Simon is pelted with snowballs by refugee children. But in the sweltering heat of Mogadishu he needs a dozen armed gunmen just to stay alive. (Less)

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Gillu Milk Episode

13,

01:10,

2008-08-24 04:51:32

Description: Our dear Gillu being forced fed Milk ...

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오리들과 거위들; 죽도록 강제로 먹이�...

5,

05:15,

2009-05-16 03:54:40

Description: 이 동영상은 영국 기사 작위도 받은 영화배우 로저 무어가 직접 참여하여 만든 프아그라에 대한 동영상입니다. 제발 프아그라를 먹지 않으시길 (More)

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Suck My Cheese & Noodles

3,

07:23,

2008-04-17 13:33:02

Description: We had to come up with a creative way to hold our Facebook drawing for the Mozy giveaway Group. So...we forced the Mozy intern to bob for prizes in a tub full of Mac & Cheese, hot dogs, and (More)

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