August 16, 2007


Nothing cools you down better than icey frog on a stick.


Sweet Ride Part 2

June 30, 2007

Sweet ride

It’s a chick magnet… A geeky chick magnet

I never got the whole idea behind fashion. Face it, I’m a guy. And while I prefer to be presentable, I don’t go out of my way to be a trendsetter with the clothing I wear. I think it’s better that way. I’ve also never understood the fascination with shopping. When I shop I want to get in and get out. My last girlfriend also said that I have the same approach to love making, but that’s a story for another time… Anyway, shopping for clothes. I know what I want to buy before I go into a store. If I’m looking for a pair of jeans I head straight for the jeans section and pull two or three pair. I try them on in under 5 minutes and if they fit I head right to the checkout counter. Women are wired differently in that respect since I can’t figure out the desire to be in one store for three hours. There’s also no need for me to compare designs or fabric, unlike women with their strange need to try on everything in the store and ask their shopping friends how it looks on them.

So I’m glad I’m a guy, and also glad I’ll never purchase anything from the links below.

1. Buy yourself some Hippie Skivies. By the way, the two models shown on the page are the farthest removed from being hippies out of anyone I have ever seen. Show me a couple of hairy, disheveled, scruffy people wearing your product after 3 months of not taking a bath and I’ll believe in your advertising. One question: Do hippies even wear underwear?

2. The best way to show everyone you are a hipster… or a complete moron… is do-it-yourself shoe design.

3. Finally, forget making your own shoes!!! Have some made for you… Like a pair of KISS boots, Star Wars boots, or God help you people if you do… Batman boots.

If you order today, for only $30.00, I’ll send you a replica of Jimmy Buffet’s soiled flip-flops.


Where Does The Time Go?

April 30, 2007

Been busy. Been lazy. Been not caring about this place. Usual excuses, and none of them very good. But links are always good.

1. I’d rather go naked than wear fur? Hardly! But how about going naked when wearing clothes? Probably not safe for work.

2. Website destruction. Dog crap, plagues from God, etc. I suggests using the Huffington Post as the target.

3. Misheard lyrics. Examples from the site include:

Robert Palmer’s Addicted to Love.
The real lyrics were:
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.

But I misheard them as:
Might as well face it, you’re a dick with a glove.


Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb
The real lyrics were:
My hands felt just like two balloons.

But I misheard them as:
My head smelled just like tuba lube.

Hours of enjoyment for the entire family… Or just another way to make fun of people.

And with that, I’m too lazy to post anything else.

1. I have to post this one first since it scares the hell out of me that some people actually believe the sea-hag is worthy of the White House. She’s not no (double negative intentional) “Stand by your man kind of woman” as she once said. She’s a free thinker who also thinks it’s a good idea to drop in to a Southern accent when speaking in a black Alabama church.

 If that doesn’t scare you, this country is in a world of hurt.

Look, Bush isn’t all I thought he’d be. I’m man enough to admit that. I was hoping for Reagan, but what I got was a wishy-washy border policy and a fool who refuses to veto all the wild spending. But… While I’m upset with Bush, I’d take him over Kerry, Gore, and Clinton any day.

2.  Connect the dots for retards. Play “Spot the lesbian.” Have a look at the page (it’s safe for work) and see if you can tell who is a lesbian and who is not. Hint: If you pick every person on the following page as being a lesbian, you are correct!

3. I miss playing dominoes with my great grandmother. We’d play for hours when I was a child. And while this is not the same, it’s close enough for now.

It’s Like A New Car

February 21, 2007

Only it’s worse than that. At least I can pay monthly for a new car. If you play the game, you will know what I’m talking about, and those that don’t will write this post off as some WoW geek muttering about a cat and money. And that’s beside the point since no matter the cost, or my mutterings, it is a sweet freaking ride.