Archive for August, 2006

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And the question of the hour is….

August 24, 2006

This is something personal to me. Something for you all to ponder while I decide exactly which viewpoint to take on my upcoming diatribe on porcupine sex. Yes porcu- fuck, just don’t worry about it yet. That something important is about to happen, is all you need to know right now.

And in the meantime………

What’s beneath my scrotum???
Hair
Vietnamese refugees
Forsaken drugs
Pictures of Andy Dick
Teardrop tattoo
Tickets to a cruise aboard the S.S. Blonde Colin Farrel
More scrotum
Nirvanna bootleg cassette
Zachary Evenson
The juice of one lemon
  
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Take your time now…

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I can’t even come up with a headline for this thing.

August 16, 2006

Here’s something I came across online today. It’s the worlds largest digging machine. This is better than the movies. Can you dig it? Yeah, I know. But I had to say that.

big fucking shovel. (taken from http://www.swapmeetdave.com/Humor/Workshop/Trencher.htm)

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The Passion of the Clerks.

August 6, 2006

Yeah, I had to see it. Skepticism ran high but curiosity trumped low expectations and I found myself downloading Clerks 2. (My female companion had as much intrest in going to the theater with me to see a sequel to a low budget 90’s gem as I have in joining her in a 5 hours long evening with the dvd reissue of Gone With the Wind. And I love sleeping.)

So this morning I woke up early, fixed myself a spanish coffee and got down to business. The outcome? I feel surprisingly good. And the movie wasn’t bad either. Naturally I had to expect stupid, if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be a true fan of the original, would I? And I got what I planned on. In a good way, though. Even at my age I really do enjoy watching a bondage clad bouncer-ish guy fucking a donkey in the dining room of a fast food joint. Some things never change. And after all, as Randal himself says, “What’s the point of having an internet connection if you’re not using it to look at weird fucked up pictures of dirty sex you’ll never have yourself?”

The Mooby's crew in all their purple-shirted glory.