In freezing rain that turns the road into a sheet of ice, the average driver in Norman, Oklahoma still sees nothing wrong with not using a turn sugnal and/or pulling right out in front of other cars.
Also, when my anti-lock brakes lock up, my car skids hard to the right.
When I'm God, it will be illegal for stupid people to drive.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Today at work
While trying to say the phrase "put 'em too far apart," it came out as "tut 'em poo tar afart."
Friday, February 10, 2006
I've decided...
That the weight control cat food that Nutro makes smells like iced tea.
I wish we still had the bag it came in, so I could look up what the ingredients are. Perhaps orange pekoe is among them. Or something.
With all that in mind, here's a Voivod video.
Friday, February 03, 2006
SONG OF THE JUDGEMENT DAY
Anal Cunt - "Your Band's in the Cut-Out Bin"
Your record cost $3.99
Your record cost $2.99
Your record cost $1.99
And then it gets returned
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
You're right next to Hall & Oates
You're Right next to the Commodores
You're right next to Cameo
And you're a fucking homo
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Cut-out bin, cut-out bin, cut-out bin, cut-out bin
You're in the return line
They don't take back records under $3.99
Then you start to fucking whine
Buy a real album next time
Your record cost $3.99
Your record cost $2.99
Your record cost $1.99
And then it gets returned
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
You're right next to Hall & Oates
You're Right next to the Commodores
You're right next to Cameo
And you're a fucking homo
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Cut-out bin, cut-out bin, cut-out bin, cut-out bin
You're in the return line
They don't take back records under $3.99
Then you start to fucking whine
Buy a real album next time
Terminator 2: Haiku Judgement Day
Terminator 2
I've watched it thrice in two days
That can't be healthy
Advanced prototype
Total liquid robot guy
Have you seen this boy?
Hey, this bigass dude
Is my own Terminator
Just don't kill those guys
How's my dog Wolfie?
Oh, Wolfie's doing just fine
But parents are dead
Learning computer
A neural-net processor
Helps Arnold find keys
A crazy-ass bitch
There's no fate but what we make
Gonna kill Dyson
The Terminator
Goes apeshit with minigun
Cacualties? Zip.
Liquid nitrogen
T-1000 all froze up
Blown up like a bitch
I know why you cry
But it's something I can't do
Now, please melt my ass
I've watched it thrice in two days
That can't be healthy
Advanced prototype
Total liquid robot guy
Have you seen this boy?
Hey, this bigass dude
Is my own Terminator
Just don't kill those guys
How's my dog Wolfie?
Oh, Wolfie's doing just fine
But parents are dead
Learning computer
A neural-net processor
Helps Arnold find keys
A crazy-ass bitch
There's no fate but what we make
Gonna kill Dyson
The Terminator
Goes apeshit with minigun
Cacualties? Zip.
Liquid nitrogen
T-1000 all froze up
Blown up like a bitch
I know why you cry
But it's something I can't do
Now, please melt my ass
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Haiku Massacre
I'm not Charlie Brown
He's a guy from out of town.
I met him in jail.
Ding Dongs, yo. Ding Dongs
You ain't fat. You ain't nothin'.
Inflatable suit.
Enis, Terrell, Haynes.
Rashaan Salaam, Cade McNown.
Cedric Benson? Fuck.
Oh, knock him out, John.
Shoot up in here amongst us;
One must have relief.
This toilet paper
It reminds me of John Wayne
Rough, tough, takes no shit.
I'm the Boogeyman
And I'm comin' to getcha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
He's a guy from out of town.
I met him in jail.
Ding Dongs, yo. Ding Dongs
You ain't fat. You ain't nothin'.
Inflatable suit.
Enis, Terrell, Haynes.
Rashaan Salaam, Cade McNown.
Cedric Benson? Fuck.
Oh, knock him out, John.
Shoot up in here amongst us;
One must have relief.
This toilet paper
It reminds me of John Wayne
Rough, tough, takes no shit.
I'm the Boogeyman
And I'm comin' to getcha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
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