Col.,
If you don't mind I need your mailing address
again, I should actually be able to mail you your
pteradactyl flashlight and bath slippers soon
and if you don't mind I need to put you on a
loan application.

I think I can support this.

links not workn ferret

Bad Kitties

This is obviously the greatest thing ever in the entire history of humanity.

If Rosie were a college freshman, she'd do poorly on her written work.

"Yeah, but you see it makes things clearer. Because now I know exactly what I have to do."

Dance, horsie. Dance.

And then someone said, "Hey, let's make a really fucking stupid video." And we said, "ok."

Bunny.

Possibly the only thing more romantic than a black mass...

Anchovies and habaneros:

Sometimes the baby jesus needs to cry.

Clean up the game.

I just bought 2 tickets to
Old Crow Medicine Show.
yeah.

"Pirates don't give up, they fuck shit up!"

- Fellow Cheadle.

Happy Easter Mother Fuckers!

An OFFICIAL By The Dog Movie Review: Grindhouse

Overall, worth seeing and worth seeing in the theater. Indeed, if you don't see this in the theater, you will being doing yourself a disservice. Planet Terror is great. Death Proof is ok--a bit slow getting started, which really bad when you're already two hours into the movie. The trailers are great. Be ready to be in it for the long run...more than three hours.

HAPPY DEATH OF JESUS!!!

Linux laptop is finally up and running, so it's time to put it to use. Newest project requires about 10,000 lesbian pictures. Needless to say, that's a shitload of lesbians, and someone has to go through them to sort out the photos with watermarks and flaws. Anyone interested: feel free to contact me, and I'll get them to you. Note: it would take over 3 hours non-stop to go through them all, although I can't see why anyone would want to; but for the most part you can just browse and delete using thumbnail view.

Just who the fuck comes up with a holiday where you eat lots of boiled eggs?

Oliver Cromwell

American politics, like the politics on any country whatsoever, is a perpetual race to the bottom. Sometimes though there are clear winners. So who won the race that is American politics? Who sunk lower than any other politician ever?

Three-time divorcee Newt Gingrinch attempting to impeach a President over a lie about an extramarial affair while carrying on one himself?

No.

Dick Nixon's crime after crime?

No.

George W. Bush's incomptence, lies and desire to put political considerations above even running a minimally functional government and war policy in the not one, but two major wars he is in charge of?

No.

The winner of the race to the bottom is little known, but relatively important Tom Reynolds. The lowest point in American politics and perhaps in any politics, anwhere, ever came during the run up to the recent 2006 Congressional elections. As the more cogizant of you may recall, Republican Congressman Mark Foley was discovered to be a bit of homosexual pedophile with a liking of underage Congressional interns. This obviously wasn't a good thing for an increasingly unpopular political party to face in an election. But add to that substantial evidence that many leaders of said party had been aware of the Congressman's activties for some time, but had attempted to cover it up in an attempt to hang on to his seat in Congress for the party and you have the makings of a landslide election, which of course is how we have enough people in Congress now to actually get a few decent things accomplished.

Back to Tom Reynolds. During said Foley scandal, the standard bit of questioning for those involved, e.g. Tom Reynolds, at any random press conference concerned their role in the cover-up. "Mr. Congressman did you protect that kiddy-diddler?" Doesn't sound good, huh? So how to stop those annoying questions...hmmm...thus, the lowest point in American political history.

Chocolate Jesus.
http://cacophony.org/
and
Sugar Creek Farms
A blog about a farm. There's a lot of pictures.

Palm Sunday, April Fool's Day.
Does it get any better? Oh, wait,
YES! IT DOES!
There is a beer in my fridge!
A Sunday Beer!
THANK YOU JESUS!!!
THANK YOU LORD!!!!

Now, if You'll deliver the palm tree, the penquin,
and the flamingo I'll start dying the eggs...

Fucking Fuck.