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I guess I don’t get out enough. I admit there is lots of stuff I don’t understand.
But please. Here we have photos from the Miss Plastic Hungary beauty pageant, an event aimed at honoring people “who have had some type of aesthetic surgery.”
First of all, really? We’ve now sunk so low as a civilization that we give tiaras to folks who have done the best job of altering their natural appearance?
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it for the new Miss Plastic! Isn’t she incredible? She doesn’t look like herself at all, does she?
Or, to borrow some synonyms for plastic from the thesaurus: false, phony, pseudo, synthetic, unnatural… Stop me if you hear a word you consider a compliment.
Now that we know this pageant is a sure sign of the onrushing Apocalypse, let’s move on to the next obvious question. If honoring plastic is what it’s all about, then how did they overlook some of the GIANTS of plastic?
Sure, Miss Plastic Hungary is molded entirely from plastic and admittedly she looks pretty darn good.
But is she better than billionaire Guy Laliberte, who pioneered the use of the clown nose in space? And what about Mrs. Potato Head, with those lush, sensual lips?
And the Plastic Cup for Lifetime Achievement goes to….
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First place winner Alexandra Kocsis (C) reacts during the second Miss Plastic Hungary beauty pageant in Budapest, November 26, 2010. The contest is open to entrants who have had some type of aesthetic surgery. REUTERS/Bernadett Szabo
Playskool’s Mrs. Potato Head in New York, August 6, 2010. REUTERS/Ray Stubblebine/Hasbro/Handout
Canadian circus billionaire Guy Laliberte smiles after he returned in the Russian Soyuz space capsule near the town of Arkalyk, in northern Kazakhstan, October 11, 2009. REUTERS/Yuri Kochetkov/Pool
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Wait it’s a little backwards…why would Alexandra Kocsis get a nose job to LOOK like Barbara Streisand? That ain’t right!
She does look like Barbara…. Now BG, they cant compete with the contestants from Venus.. they have to do SOMETHING to make them feel good about themselves…
And I always knew that sending in Mr.Laliberte would be considered a sign of the Apocalypse…
Shra and ifly, at the risk of getting zapped, it’s BARBRA Streisand….
Hmmm…so it is Mr. B., so it is. Just to avoid any further misspellings from here on out I am gonna stick with “Babs”.
No, Unca. Not in the least.
BG,
Are you sure those photos are from the Miss Plastic Hungary contest, and not the Miss Silicone Hungary contests? I hear they run concurrently.
Somehow Barby reminds me of Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire…
@Unca, maybe Miss Plastic Hungary got confused and thought instead of making herself plastic like Barbie she had to get plastic surgery to make herself look like Babs. Won her the contest though.
As usual, I have some questions:
If they did take credit cards at this event, would they have to be fake, like everything else?
Why is it that bar-bra sounds like something that you would actually find at a Miss Plastic event?
Did the contestants have to be, you known, actually living, or could Lamar have entered his full-size Barbie doll?
The dougnuts weren’t fake, right? I mean, I did eat a bunch of them.
I wonder why they are all wearing those unbuttoned jean overall? Is there a gardening element to the contest?
Is “unbuttoned jean overall” what we in the UK would call dungarees?
Also, how does one get to be a circus billionaire?
I guess so too, CG… I had a pair once…
Unless I am misinterpreting the webpage wrong the prize for winning Miss Plastic Hungary is a Matchbox car. It’s labeled as “Prize car”. I could be wrong though.
http://www.missplastichungary.hu/?lang=e n
Spin… thats what we call dungarees… so, that’s sorted…
If jeans are called dungarees and dungarees are called overalls, what do you call the all-in-one work suit with sleeves that we would call overalls? I’m confused.
I can handle that one, Nurse.
That’s the regular attire in our office. They’re called straitjackets.
Here, we called them jeans, overalls, and coveralls. I wear Carhartt insulated coveralls a lot in the winter at the farm. Coveralls have insulated sleeves; overalls don’t have sleeves.
My favorite winter clothes aways from the office? Jeans and one of my ancient olive-drab, wool field shirts from the military. Greatest cold-weather shirt ever made.
Ah, coveralls. That makes sense, Doc. Insulated sounds toastie.
BG, are you talking about the jumpers with long sleeves that tie at the back? That’s different.
Spin, you’re lucky to have an employer progressive enough to unstrap you long enough to leave comments. Most of our commenters here are forced to chew through their restraints.
Employer? Is that like basket weaving and mail bag sewing?
Nice timing, Spin.
Playing basketball.
Elbow to face, crown is out.
Dentist tomorrow.
I am attending a lecture today at 2:00. At the Dentist’s office.
It was a temporary crown that got whacked, Spin. I get the permanent one on 12/21, at which time I expect to be called “King” at home. On second thought, they’ll probably start with “king” and ring through changes from “royal” to “flush” to “crapper” to …. (And that’s just the dogs.)
Second thoughts are wiser thoughts. I’ll just stick with “Doc.”
My work clothes have reached maximum layerage. I can’t fit any more on. I am wearing two coats. Given that I am part polar bear, this is unheard of. I put a bucket of water down for 15 minutes at lunchtime yesterday, and when I went back to it it had a layer of ice on…
Surely 2.30 is the time for a dentist appointment, DocKing.
I swear people will think I have lost weight when this winter is over and I’ve taken some of the layers off, CG.
Okay, KN, are you the elf on my shelf? My dentist called at 1:30 and asked if I could come in at 2:30 rather than 2:00. (My 2:30 coronation went well.)
http://www.elfontheshelf.com/indexnf.php ?id=tradition
That depends on whether you have been good this year, Doc.
Sterling.
I doubt that, KN….
Shra, you need to say it in Scots. That’s okay. I’ll translate: “Ih ha ma doots.”
I’ve been a good boy.
It depends upon the definition of “good.”
Nobody saw me.
You can’t prove a thing.
Surely the elf on the shelf is omnipresent, Doc.