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Over the winter break, you may recall that NBC made the decision to bring back “Fear Factor” for a limited run because the world had apparently gone long enough without seeing Joe Rogan on television (despite modest ratings, NBC nevertheless did not renew “Fear Factor” because there’s only so much Joe Rogan the world can contain). You may also recall that, during “Fear Factor’s” brief run, there was a challenge that NBC — after seconds and seconds of intense soul searching — decided not to run. It involved contestants drinking donkey semen. Donkey spunk. Equine splooge. Then they chased it with urine because, obviously.
Thank GOD the television executives over in Denmark apparently have no such souls to search, as they felt no compunction about airing it. Speaking of soulless, TMZ has the video. The women who won the challenge are surprisingly adept at drinking what Rogan calls simply, “protein and cells.” It is easier when there’s no pubic hair with which to contend.
Here’s the video evidence. Drink it in, folks.

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We can do it like I'm on the stage, we'll have an audience
Baby, I'll show you the way that I sex you up, or I can lick you up and down till you say
You love how I eat on that pussy, you just might go put a tat on that pussy
That says Usher, Usher, there's no other, other
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Girl, come and sit on my tongue again cause I love to taste you, yeah
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♪ Lotus Flower Bomb (feat. Miguel) ♪
I wanna enjoy the luxury of like, not knowing each other for real. Hol’ up
I can teach you all the sounds of love
Flower bomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance
And you got that bomb, huh, I’m tryna detonate you
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
Try to keep my spirits up, that’s why I lays it down
Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever
Took you forever to get dressed, I acknowledge your effort
So I clap for her, she deserves an applause
Shawty working so hard, she deserve that Vuitton
Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like
She heard that I got that work, I heard that she been on strike
Care to tell, I read your mind, she been on them dollars first
Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work
I can be your boyfriend be your nigga or a friend with perks
I’m just tryna work that huh, they just tryna work your nerves
I’m just tryna read your mind, I’m just tryna feed you mine
I’m just tryna give you light, they just tryna leave you blind
Flower bomb, can I blow up on your mind
This is not no Sandra Bull, but you’re Potion #9
Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs
And I hate to tell you too much, cuz I stay with too much pride
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don’t need no rush
Don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in love at first huh
Can I be with you just one night? I could wear you out inside
I could tell you like persistence, but I make you cum in tri’s
I just think we need one night, can’t decide if I came right
Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain’t right
I ain’t thinking I ain’t right, can’t decide but I can’t fight
Easy baby you the bomb and all, but I be damned if I do not land mine
Or at least try, can I speak up? was it peace out? can we eat lunch?
Can we take shots with your flavor, flat drinks we call A cups
I just think I need one night, slightly more if it’s done right
With that gorgeous face, I don’t know your name, it ain’t important babe cuz
Cuz I don’t know you, you don’t know me
The clock keeps tickin’ baby, what’s it gonna be
I don’t know you, you don’t know me
Let me teach you all the sounds of love
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View of the historic Cressbrook Mill, which is a Grade: II* Listed Building, from the Monsal Trail, Derbyshire. The Top Cottages are Grade: II Listed Buildings.
The sylvan glades of the Derbyshire River Wye at Monsal Dale mask the site of the horrendous treatment of orphans. They were dumped by the so-called Guardians of the Poor and treated as cheap labour for the rapidly expanding eighteenth-century cotton industry.
Two roads lead down to the Monsal Dale section of the River Wye, one of the most tranquil of the Derbyshire Dales. Linked only by a woodland footpath through the delightfully named Water-cum-Jolly Dale, each road leads to a cotton mill.
Cressbrook Mill and Litton Mill were built originally to use the power of the swiftly flowing river. It was in these mills, or at least their predecessors as the originals in common with many other cotton mills, were damaged by fire, that one of the worst acts of inhumanity against children took place.
From the late eighteenth to the nineteenth-century an early form of social service saw the building of workhouses in order to care for the growing population of paupers and orphans left behind by the all too rapid expansion of the Industrial Revolution. Poor housing and sanitation, together with dangerous as well as unhealthy working conditions, led to children being orphaned by the untimely death of one or both parents, especially when it was the bread winner who died first. Workhouses were financed by Parish Rates and run by committees of local worthies who were euphemistically known as Guardians of the Poor, but whose main interests were to keep costs as low as possible. Almost every parish had its workhouse, where its doors opened to swallow the aged and to separate husbands from their wives and children from their mothers. Overcrowding was the norm, especially in large densely populated areas like the east end of London and as a result the so-called guardians were always on the lookout for ways to reduce the number of inmates under their care.
With the unprecedented expansion of the factory system, a need arose for cheap and plentiful labour which came to be looked on as the answer to the problem of overcrowded workhouses. At the same time it offered an almost unlimited cheap labour force to be used by unscrupulous mill owners. In a system which was not to be exceeded until the Holocaust of the twentieth-century, children as young as eight who were unlucky enough to be living in a workhouse, were persuaded to become indentured apprentices to the cotton trade. Not only were the workhouse authorities paid a premium by the employers for each child, but literally by the stroke of a pen, the problem of feeding and housing part of the indigent population was cleared.
No doubt children were gleaned from workhouses closer to Derbyshire, but the bulk of the so-called apprentices came from the London area. Persuaded by the workhouse master that they were being apprenticed to a useful trade, most of them willingly signed their indenture papers; not that many of them could read or write and only signed the paper with either a cross or their thumbprint. Even in the depths of winter and wearing the scantiest of clothing they had to endure the discomfort of the long journey north, huddled on the outside of the mail coach. As they were only given a pittance to see them through the two or three-day ride, unless more affluent travellers bought them food, the children literally starved. This was to be a harbinger of their life to come as slave apprentices.
Dumped from the Manchester Mail at Buxton the children were met by their future employers and driven the rest of the way to Monsal Dale in covered wagons. To us the road into the dale is one of joy, for each season brings out the ever changing beauty of the place, but try to see it through the eyes of a poor orphaned child who only knew the smoke and clamour of the east end of London. Brothers and sisters and friends were split arbitrarily, some destined for Litton and the others to Cressbrook. Even though the mills are little over a mile apart is unlikely they saw each other ever again.
The first Litton Mill was built in 1782 by the notoriously mean Ellis Needham of Hargate Hall near Tideswell, together with his partner Thomas Firth a farmer who also came from Tideswell. It is hard to realise what conditions the pauper children, some as young as eight had to endure. Paid an absolute pittance of a few pence a week, they worked for fifteen hours a day from Monday to Friday until nine or ten at night. Not for them a five day week, it was sixteen hours on Saturday, the extra hour being devoted to cleaning the dangerous machinery they were expected to work on and under, at the beck and call of cruel overseers. Housed in the ‘Prentice House’, a building now disappeared, but originally on the far side of the river from the present mill, they slept in two-tiered bunks, three to a bed, with boys on one floor and girls below. Woken at 5 am., they began work with a breakfast of thin porridge, working until lunch break of oatcake and black treacle and maybe weak broth for lunch, when the water wheel stopped for half an hour. The only respite to this drudgery came on Sunday when a local preacher would read to the children and during the last meal of the working day when one of the Needham sons or maybe Mrs Needham would lead them in prayer. A replacement Prentice House, slightly better than the original, once used as stables, stands at the left of the far end of the mill yard.
Enduring such horrendous conditions it is hardly surprising that epidemics broke out and children were frequently maimed or killed while working the primitive spinning machinery, especially as skilled medical attention was hard to come by. Bodies of children who died this way were secreted away often under cover of darkness and buried in unmarked graves in local church yards. A small plaque in Tideswell churchyard commemorates this fact. Corporal punishment was meted out for the simplest of misdemeanours and ranged from a beating until blood poured from the child’s back, or heavy weights hung about their bodies, or being hoisted in a flimsy cage high above dangerous machinery. As a further twist to this horrific tale, when children reached their late teens they were deemed to have completed their apprenticeship. Rather than be taken on as fully skilled workers they were dismissed and thrown out to try and find work in an already over crowded workplace. Their only salvation was to return to the tender mercies of the Poor House.
Cressbrook Mill further downstream was originally owned by Sir Richard Arkwright, but he sold it to William Newton, a self educated poet and millwright, known as the Minstrel of the Peak. He was also head carpenter during the Duke of Devonshire’s building of the crescent in Buxton. Folk lore compares Newton favourably with his fellow mill owner Ellis Needham, making him sound like an ideal employer, but by reading reports left by his apprentices later in their lives, they were treated just as harshly as those working in Litton Mill. Children who were questioned by visitors to Cressbrook Mill were so cowed by their employer that they only gave favourable answers to questions about their welfare. Certainly they worked the same long hours and from reports published in the Ashton Chronicle dated May 1849, they were just as harshly treated as their brothers and sisters further upstream. Their accommodation was also in a barrack block, the building which still stands beyond the recently restored mill. Its unhappy memories a thing of the past, part of the Apprentice House was latterly converted into a hikers’ café known as Dave’s Tea Stop, one of the few places in the Peak where walkers are at liberty to eat their own sandwiches.
Both mills no longer spin cotton, Cressbrook’s frames were silenced in 1965, but Litton continued by spinning speciality yarns for another decade, still powered by the river, but this time through a water driven turbine before it along with its sister mill fell into decline, mute memorials to the lives of countless so-called apprentices. In recent years developers have restored the listed fabric and converted them into highly desirable apartments.
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View of the historic Cressbrook Mill, which is a Grade: II* Listed Building, from the Monsal Trail, Derbyshire. The Top Cottages are Grade: II Listed Buildings.
The sylvan glades of the Derbyshire River Wye at Monsal Dale mask the site of the horrendous treatment of orphans. They were dumped by the so-called Guardians of the Poor and treated as cheap labour for the rapidly expanding eighteenth-century cotton industry.
Two roads lead down to the Monsal Dale section of the River Wye, one of the most tranquil of the Derbyshire Dales. Linked only by a woodland footpath through the delightfully named Water-cum-Jolly Dale, each road leads to a cotton mill.
Cressbrook Mill and Litton Mill were built originally to use the power of the swiftly flowing river. It was in these mills, or at least their predecessors as the originals in common with many other cotton mills, were damaged by fire, that one of the worst acts of inhumanity against children took place.
From the late eighteenth to the nineteenth-century an early form of social service saw the building of workhouses in order to care for the growing population of paupers and orphans left behind by the all too rapid expansion of the Industrial Revolution. Poor housing and sanitation, together with dangerous as well as unhealthy working conditions, led to children being orphaned by the untimely death of one or both parents, especially when it was the bread winner who died first. Workhouses were financed by Parish Rates and run by committees of local worthies who were euphemistically known as Guardians of the Poor, but whose main interests were to keep costs as low as possible. Almost every parish had its workhouse, where its doors opened to swallow the aged and to separate husbands from their wives and children from their mothers. Overcrowding was the norm, especially in large densely populated areas like the east end of London and as a result the so-called guardians were always on the lookout for ways to reduce the number of inmates under their care.
With the unprecedented expansion of the factory system, a need arose for cheap and plentiful labour which came to be looked on as the answer to the problem of overcrowded workhouses. At the same time it offered an almost unlimited cheap labour force to be used by unscrupulous mill owners. In a system which was not to be exceeded until the Holocaust of the twentieth-century, children as young as eight who were unlucky enough to be living in a workhouse, were persuaded to become indentured apprentices to the cotton trade. Not only were the workhouse authorities paid a premium by the employers for each child, but literally by the stroke of a pen, the problem of feeding and housing part of the indigent population was cleared.
No doubt children were gleaned from workhouses closer to Derbyshire, but the bulk of the so-called apprentices came from the London area. Persuaded by the workhouse master that they were being apprenticed to a useful trade, most of them willingly signed their indenture papers; not that many of them could read or write and only signed the paper with either a cross or their thumbprint. Even in the depths of winter and wearing the scantiest of clothing they had to endure the discomfort of the long journey north, huddled on the outside of the mail coach. As they were only given a pittance to see them through the two or three-day ride, unless more affluent travellers bought them food, the children literally starved. This was to be a harbinger of their life to come as slave apprentices.
Dumped from the Manchester Mail at Buxton the children were met by their future employers and driven the rest of the way to Monsal Dale in covered wagons. To us the road into the dale is one of joy, for each season brings out the ever changing beauty of the place, but try to see it through the eyes of a poor orphaned child who only knew the smoke and clamour of the east end of London. Brothers and sisters and friends were split arbitrarily, some destined for Litton and the others to Cressbrook. Even though the mills are little over a mile apart is unlikely they saw each other ever again.
The first Litton Mill was built in 1782 by the notoriously mean Ellis Needham of Hargate Hall near Tideswell, together with his partner Thomas Firth a farmer who also came from Tideswell. It is hard to realise what conditions the pauper children, some as young as eight had to endure. Paid an absolute pittance of a few pence a week, they worked for fifteen hours a day from Monday to Friday until nine or ten at night. Not for them a five day week, it was sixteen hours on Saturday, the extra hour being devoted to cleaning the dangerous machinery they were expected to work on and under, at the beck and call of cruel overseers. Housed in the ‘Prentice House’, a building now disappeared, but originally on the far side of the river from the present mill, they slept in two-tiered bunks, three to a bed, with boys on one floor and girls below. Woken at 5 am., they began work with a breakfast of thin porridge, working until lunch break of oatcake and black treacle and maybe weak broth for lunch, when the water wheel stopped for half an hour. The only respite to this drudgery came on Sunday when a local preacher would read to the children and during the last meal of the working day when one of the Needham sons or maybe Mrs Needham would lead them in prayer. A replacement Prentice House, slightly better than t
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