thriller kicks ass. these prisoners think so too
Thriller
Friday, September 07, 2007
dont remember about this one either:
bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?
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bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now.
bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?
-------------------
bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now.
i cant remember if i posted this one or not:
“Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.”
The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca (female) and Gary (male).
——————————————-
THE STORY:
(first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. ” A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,” he said into his transgalactic communicator. “Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far…” But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.”Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,” Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. “Why must one lose one’s innocence to become a woman?” she pondered wistfully.
Gary
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu’udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu’udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent,chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
(Gary)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. “Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F–KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I’m such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!”
(Rebecca)
Asshole.
(Gary)
Bitch
(Rebecca)
FUCK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!
(Gary)
Go drink some tea – whore.
(TEACHER)
*A+ - I really liked this one.*
“Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.”
The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca (female) and Gary (male).
——————————————-
THE STORY:
(first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. ” A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,” he said into his transgalactic communicator. “Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far…” But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.”Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,” Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. “Why must one lose one’s innocence to become a woman?” she pondered wistfully.
Gary
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu’udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu’udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent,chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
(Gary)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. “Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F–KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I’m such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!”
(Rebecca)
Asshole.
(Gary)
Bitch
(Rebecca)
FUCK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!
(Gary)
Go drink some tea – whore.
(TEACHER)
*A+ - I really liked this one.*
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
here is a series of emails sent out around last november that made their way to my inbox:
First Message
Subject : A Message from Squanto: Thank Me
I am Squanto of the oft mentioned Thanksgiving Indian tribe. I require that in remembrance of our outrageous generosity to you and your filthy pilgrims you destroy every copy of A New World, starring Colin Farrell. It is a bad film with absolutely no mention of me. Also, I would like a shrine dedicated to Pocahontas, who was taken advantage of by one Captain John Smith. She was 10 for Christ's sake. Check out this biography (rather thorough if I do say so myself) found on your internets.
The person I read about was Pocahontas. Pocahontas was a young girl who helped the first English settlers in America. Pocahontas was born in Virginia about 1595. She was a girl who helped her family. Pocahontas had a baby. She died when she was only 21. She lived in London and America. She was famous because she saved John Smith. I like Pocahontas. She died in 1895.
Perhaps at the end of her 300 year life she got over the molestations by a rotten Englishman. There are other excellent biographies at the same location (http://www.pocanticohills.org/fitzgerald/97/2fbios.htm), although mine I'm not particularly fond of. Makes me look like a fool. Da Vinci's is worse though. "His father made him do it all".
That is all, almost. Does anyone know how to post links in Yahoo without writing out the whole url? Can you use HTML? This is bugging me. That is all.
-Squanto
ps. Thanks for the blankets.
Second Message
Subject : Re: A Message from Squanto: Thank Me
Squanto, your transparent attempts to gain sympathy for your casino loving people grow wearisome. Far too much has been made of your "assistance" to the Pilgrims - they were repressed religious fanatics who thought it would be a good idea to start building a town in Massachusetts in the end of December, and didn't bring their winter jackets or any extra food. So you taught them how to catch fish and to fertilize their crops with poop? big fucking whoop. Hardly justification for your silly little "sovereign nations" of cheap gasoline and non-taxable gambling.
Keep up the tired rhetoric, and me and my buddy Custer will go Tippecanoe and Trail of Tears on your ass so fast it will make your head spin. That is, if your head isn't already spinning from your girl-like tolerance to "fire water". Everyone knows that real civilizations can drink lots of booze, and have high immunities to sickness as a result of living in their own squalor and filth.
So do us all a favor and take a memo: quit being little bitches and accept the fact that any civilization stupid enough to sell Manhattan for a couple of seashells doesn't deserve to exist.
Oh wait - a memo would require you to have a written language, wouldn't it? pathetic. Oral tradition is for pussies.
-Capt. John Smith
p.s. that Pocahontas bitch got exactly what she had coming to her, the little cock tease. She couldn't find anyone of her own kind to satisfy her, and everyone knows that white man-juice tastes better than red. Besides, the girl was bat-shit insane - paint with the colors of the wind? What the fuck does that even mean?
Third Message
Subject : Captain Shmaptain
Dear Mr. Smith,
I spent several sad minutes perusing the hate monger literature that you had the audacity to send. I apologize for nothing. Ever.
Firstly, let me say there's no need to be embarrassed: Jamestown was a nightmare, and you needed help from a "savage" child. Difficult times to be sure. So why not get advice from the locals? I mean, have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? I doubt it. And can you talk to bobcats?
In regards to our highly profitable casinos: they don't come close to repaying the debt owed us for being exiled to the friggin desert while our homeland and our women were raped. Besides, everyone likes to gamble and now you don't have to go all the way to over-hyped Las Vegas or disgusting Atlantic city. Afterall, when life gives you lemons and a one way ticket to a desolate wasteland, build casinos. If life gave you lemons, what would you do? Attempt a daring daylight robbery of Fort Knox on elephant-back? That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
You are the second most overated individual from Americana lore behind Christopher "I discovered the Bahamas" Columbus. You contributed nothing. Only stole sweet prepubescent Indian virginity. Disgusting. You'll pay with your scalp Johnny boy. And don't worry about Custer. He'll get his along with Captain Algren and the rest of the Samurai.
-Squanto
p.s. I took your mother out for a nice seafood dinner and never called her again
Next Message
Subject : Re: Captain Shmaptain
Hey, leave me out of this. The Samurai were true caretakers of our fair planet, Teegeeack. And even without the aid of the L. Ron Hubbard's teachings, they were a people who through discipline and focus were able to dispose of many of their body thetans - a feat that no one today is capable of duplicating (without thousands and thousands of dollars in donations to the CoS).
Enemies of Xenu are friends of us all.
Sincerely,
Nathan Algren
First Message
Subject : A Message from Squanto: Thank Me
I am Squanto of the oft mentioned Thanksgiving Indian tribe. I require that in remembrance of our outrageous generosity to you and your filthy pilgrims you destroy every copy of A New World, starring Colin Farrell. It is a bad film with absolutely no mention of me. Also, I would like a shrine dedicated to Pocahontas, who was taken advantage of by one Captain John Smith. She was 10 for Christ's sake. Check out this biography (rather thorough if I do say so myself) found on your internets.
The person I read about was Pocahontas. Pocahontas was a young girl who helped the first English settlers in America. Pocahontas was born in Virginia about 1595. She was a girl who helped her family. Pocahontas had a baby. She died when she was only 21. She lived in London and America. She was famous because she saved John Smith. I like Pocahontas. She died in 1895.
Perhaps at the end of her 300 year life she got over the molestations by a rotten Englishman. There are other excellent biographies at the same location (http://www.pocanticohills.org/fitzgerald/97/2fbios.htm), although mine I'm not particularly fond of. Makes me look like a fool. Da Vinci's is worse though. "His father made him do it all".
That is all, almost. Does anyone know how to post links in Yahoo without writing out the whole url? Can you use HTML? This is bugging me. That is all.
-Squanto
ps. Thanks for the blankets.
Second Message
Subject : Re: A Message from Squanto: Thank Me
Squanto, your transparent attempts to gain sympathy for your casino loving people grow wearisome. Far too much has been made of your "assistance" to the Pilgrims - they were repressed religious fanatics who thought it would be a good idea to start building a town in Massachusetts in the end of December, and didn't bring their winter jackets or any extra food. So you taught them how to catch fish and to fertilize their crops with poop? big fucking whoop. Hardly justification for your silly little "sovereign nations" of cheap gasoline and non-taxable gambling.
Keep up the tired rhetoric, and me and my buddy Custer will go Tippecanoe and Trail of Tears on your ass so fast it will make your head spin. That is, if your head isn't already spinning from your girl-like tolerance to "fire water". Everyone knows that real civilizations can drink lots of booze, and have high immunities to sickness as a result of living in their own squalor and filth.
So do us all a favor and take a memo: quit being little bitches and accept the fact that any civilization stupid enough to sell Manhattan for a couple of seashells doesn't deserve to exist.
Oh wait - a memo would require you to have a written language, wouldn't it? pathetic. Oral tradition is for pussies.
-Capt. John Smith
p.s. that Pocahontas bitch got exactly what she had coming to her, the little cock tease. She couldn't find anyone of her own kind to satisfy her, and everyone knows that white man-juice tastes better than red. Besides, the girl was bat-shit insane - paint with the colors of the wind? What the fuck does that even mean?
Third Message
Subject : Captain Shmaptain
Dear Mr. Smith,
I spent several sad minutes perusing the hate monger literature that you had the audacity to send. I apologize for nothing. Ever.
Firstly, let me say there's no need to be embarrassed: Jamestown was a nightmare, and you needed help from a "savage" child. Difficult times to be sure. So why not get advice from the locals? I mean, have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? I doubt it. And can you talk to bobcats?
In regards to our highly profitable casinos: they don't come close to repaying the debt owed us for being exiled to the friggin desert while our homeland and our women were raped. Besides, everyone likes to gamble and now you don't have to go all the way to over-hyped Las Vegas or disgusting Atlantic city. Afterall, when life gives you lemons and a one way ticket to a desolate wasteland, build casinos. If life gave you lemons, what would you do? Attempt a daring daylight robbery of Fort Knox on elephant-back? That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
You are the second most overated individual from Americana lore behind Christopher "I discovered the Bahamas" Columbus. You contributed nothing. Only stole sweet prepubescent Indian virginity. Disgusting. You'll pay with your scalp Johnny boy. And don't worry about Custer. He'll get his along with Captain Algren and the rest of the Samurai.
-Squanto
p.s. I took your mother out for a nice seafood dinner and never called her again
Next Message
Subject : Re: Captain Shmaptain
Hey, leave me out of this. The Samurai were true caretakers of our fair planet, Teegeeack. And even without the aid of the L. Ron Hubbard's teachings, they were a people who through discipline and focus were able to dispose of many of their body thetans - a feat that no one today is capable of duplicating (without thousands and thousands of dollars in donations to the CoS).
Enemies of Xenu are friends of us all.
Sincerely,
Nathan Algren
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
holy new england teams upgrading: gagne to the team with the best record in baseball, randy moss and adelius thomas to a team that missed the superbowl by only a few yards, kevin garnett and ray allen to the celtics (who admittedly sucked) but now have pierce, kg and ray allen in a shitty conference. oh and the bruins are still playing i think, so the very fact that their league hasnt completely folded ill count as a victory.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
after a lengthy hiatus, i have returned. rather than try and recount all of the ridiculous things i have seen, heard and done in the past 4-5 months i will treat the period of time between posts as though it didnt exist. anyway, here is a list of quotes that i find hilarious but are nearly exclusively funny to me based on who said them, and surrounding context. these are things that make me laugh and laugh but would require so much time to properly set up that it would completely negate their hilarity to anyone but me. be jealous.
TAKE IT!
-Stevio
double scissors, dude?
-Chris
Fuck the bus
-Nick
thats a real great vacation: sleep all day then stay up all night by yourself like a zombie
-Brian
mr. grimm, youre scarin me
-Rocky
that dina looks like she sucks a lot of cock
-Chris (i think that was his name)
is anyone else eating sand?
-Henry
thats it for now. lets see, what else? i havent seen the new transformers movie but i plan to because it looks awesome. work is going good, and comments surrounding it will be much more sparse than i would like due to the publicness of this site and the widespread availability of the internet. i will have to keep my criticisms and anecdotes between me and a very small group of people able to appreciate them, not fire me, and not get me fired. i watched the rock, paper, scissors national tournament today on espn 2. it was one of those finds similar to the puppy bowl that i could hardly believe existed. my dvd collection has grown to a robust 550 dvds and counting. the air mattress i was using as a bed about 50% of the time got popped the other night ... now i sleep on my couch. i have put off buying a new bed because i have more pressing needs rather than buying a redundant sleeping area. i have decided to get back in shape having spent enough time being a lazy slob. the new iphone looks sweet but i will not buy one. FUCK YOU MACINTOSH. i think im gonna get a laptop with my 3rd quarter bonus. i dont really need one, but i think itd be kinda sweet. i can no longer remember where the quote in my profile is from: for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. ???? i could probably figure it out with a quick google search but i care not. i have spent the last 5 minutes checking away messages to add anything i found of value to this post. pretty weak .... jake had some interesting stuff though:
the internet and beyond
this guy likes transformers too
remember to bring your own weapons
SPORTS!
this is pretty good from jeffs
how much is inside?
i just spend the past 45 minutes reading from the homepage of that last one, http://cockeyed.com. pretty good stuff. well, i guess that is all for now.
TAKE IT!
-Stevio
double scissors, dude?
-Chris
Fuck the bus
-Nick
thats a real great vacation: sleep all day then stay up all night by yourself like a zombie
-Brian
mr. grimm, youre scarin me
-Rocky
that dina looks like she sucks a lot of cock
-Chris (i think that was his name)
is anyone else eating sand?
-Henry
thats it for now. lets see, what else? i havent seen the new transformers movie but i plan to because it looks awesome. work is going good, and comments surrounding it will be much more sparse than i would like due to the publicness of this site and the widespread availability of the internet. i will have to keep my criticisms and anecdotes between me and a very small group of people able to appreciate them, not fire me, and not get me fired. i watched the rock, paper, scissors national tournament today on espn 2. it was one of those finds similar to the puppy bowl that i could hardly believe existed. my dvd collection has grown to a robust 550 dvds and counting. the air mattress i was using as a bed about 50% of the time got popped the other night ... now i sleep on my couch. i have put off buying a new bed because i have more pressing needs rather than buying a redundant sleeping area. i have decided to get back in shape having spent enough time being a lazy slob. the new iphone looks sweet but i will not buy one. FUCK YOU MACINTOSH. i think im gonna get a laptop with my 3rd quarter bonus. i dont really need one, but i think itd be kinda sweet. i can no longer remember where the quote in my profile is from: for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. ???? i could probably figure it out with a quick google search but i care not. i have spent the last 5 minutes checking away messages to add anything i found of value to this post. pretty weak .... jake had some interesting stuff though:
the internet and beyond
this guy likes transformers too
remember to bring your own weapons
SPORTS!
this is pretty good from jeffs
how much is inside?
i just spend the past 45 minutes reading from the homepage of that last one, http://cockeyed.com. pretty good stuff. well, i guess that is all for now.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
The new supermarket near our house has an automatic water mist'er to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the scent of fresh hay.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The veggie department features the smell of fresh buttered corn.
I don't buy toilet paper there any more
When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the scent of fresh hay.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The veggie department features the smell of fresh buttered corn.
I don't buy toilet paper there any more