Are these people fucking serious?
Jul 27, 2011
Atheists sue to block 'WTC cross' from 9/11 memorial - On Deadline - USATODAY.com
Jul 26, 2011
Whatever happens, don’t say Awwww (29 Photos) : theCHIVE
Whatever happens, don’t say Awwww (29 Photos) : theCHIVE
One of the greatest galleries ever! and not one single shred of porn!!!
Jul 25, 2011
Militants hang 8-year-old boy in southern Afghanistan - CNN.com
Militants hang 8-year-old boy in southern Afghanistan - CNN.com
Anyone still think we're the bad guys?
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 5, 2011
Can't Sleep, Funny story time...
First off, I don't know what's going on in my bowl o' crazy that is my brain but it bought you a funny story and some societal commentary so here we go...
Societal commentary:
The next douche that gets in front of me in line. Any line. Grocery store, gas station, McDonalds, Lobotomy...it doesn't matter. Who pays for anything that costs less than $5 with a credit/debit card is getting set on fire in a dumpster somewhere!
Get some fucking money! And stop holding up the line. Its kinda like those assholes back in the day who would pay for a candy bar with a check!
Funny story:
Waltzing through the grocery store this afternoon (where do you think I got the commentary from?) And a little boy and his father are walking down the cereal aisle as I peruse the Rice Crispies and Count Chocula and the following exchange took place...
Boy: Daddy, do you have to work tomorrow?
Dad: Yep, its a weekday so I have to work.
Boy: Daddy, do you have to work every week day?
Dad: Pretty much, yeah.
Boy: Why? Mommy doesn't have to work everyday!
Dad: That's why I have to work everyday son.
Its these little occurrences in my day to day life that make it bearable! Gotta love that Dad!
Anyway, later.
I love you Mom...
Societal commentary:
The next douche that gets in front of me in line. Any line. Grocery store, gas station, McDonalds, Lobotomy...it doesn't matter. Who pays for anything that costs less than $5 with a credit/debit card is getting set on fire in a dumpster somewhere!
Get some fucking money! And stop holding up the line. Its kinda like those assholes back in the day who would pay for a candy bar with a check!
Funny story:
Waltzing through the grocery store this afternoon (where do you think I got the commentary from?) And a little boy and his father are walking down the cereal aisle as I peruse the Rice Crispies and Count Chocula and the following exchange took place...
Boy: Daddy, do you have to work tomorrow?
Dad: Yep, its a weekday so I have to work.
Boy: Daddy, do you have to work every week day?
Dad: Pretty much, yeah.
Boy: Why? Mommy doesn't have to work everyday!
Dad: That's why I have to work everyday son.
Its these little occurrences in my day to day life that make it bearable! Gotta love that Dad!
Anyway, later.
I love you Mom...
Jul 3, 2011
God Bless Mitt Romney...
Besides the fact that his name is Mitt. Which is funny enough all by itself and he's a Mormon which just locks and loads all cannons as far as religious jokes are concerned, he said this
“It’s time for us to bring our troops home as soon as we possibly can, consistent with the word that comes to our generals that we can hand the country over to the Taliban military in a way that they’re able to defend themselves. Excuse me, the Afghan military to defend themselves from the Taliban.”
Thank you so much Mitt. I have a feeling that this presidential race is going to be absolutely hilarious.
“It’s time for us to bring our troops home as soon as we possibly can, consistent with the word that comes to our generals that we can hand the country over to the Taliban military in a way that they’re able to defend themselves. Excuse me, the Afghan military to defend themselves from the Taliban.”
Thank you so much Mitt. I have a feeling that this presidential race is going to be absolutely hilarious.
Jun 28, 2011
Funny Story...
So I was driving to work this morning.
As I pulled out of the driveway of my apartment building, I apparently startled a flock of birds.
At this point the entire flock of birds jumped up and flew right across the hood of my car.
Unfortunately, one of these birds misjudged his altitude.
He flew right in the open window of my car and smashed face first into the closed passenger window.
After the aforementioned avian/automobile collision, the bird laid lifeless on my passenger seat.
To which I exclaimed, "Oh fuck me, I've got a dead bird on my seat!"
At which point the bird started to move. He then jumped up to his little feet and began to look around.
First at me.
Then at the passenger window.
Then at me, then at the window, at me, at the window...you get the idea.
I couldn't help but say to the little bird, "Ya alright?"
If I didn't know better I'd swear that the look he gave me said, "Yeah, I know I lost it there for a minute but I've got it back. Thanks."
Then he proceeded to do the tennis match look around from me to the window for a few more seconds.
Now here, I'm hearing this bird whispering in my head, "Can I get a little help here big guy? How about running that window down so I can get back to doing birdie things and you can get to that life sucking, soul killing job of yours!"
"Whoops, sorry bud. Here ya go. Let me get that for ya!"
I moved my finger from the wheel to the button for the passenger window and gave it a push. (Thank goodness for toll windows.)
A few more looks back and forth and the little birdie flew right out my passenger window.
And does it make me completely nuts that on the last look I swear I heard the little bird say, "Thanks pal, you be good now."?????
Later,
I love you Mom...
As I pulled out of the driveway of my apartment building, I apparently startled a flock of birds.
At this point the entire flock of birds jumped up and flew right across the hood of my car.
Unfortunately, one of these birds misjudged his altitude.
He flew right in the open window of my car and smashed face first into the closed passenger window.
After the aforementioned avian/automobile collision, the bird laid lifeless on my passenger seat.
To which I exclaimed, "Oh fuck me, I've got a dead bird on my seat!"
At which point the bird started to move. He then jumped up to his little feet and began to look around.
First at me.
Then at the passenger window.
Then at me, then at the window, at me, at the window...you get the idea.
I couldn't help but say to the little bird, "Ya alright?"
If I didn't know better I'd swear that the look he gave me said, "Yeah, I know I lost it there for a minute but I've got it back. Thanks."
Then he proceeded to do the tennis match look around from me to the window for a few more seconds.
Now here, I'm hearing this bird whispering in my head, "Can I get a little help here big guy? How about running that window down so I can get back to doing birdie things and you can get to that life sucking, soul killing job of yours!"
"Whoops, sorry bud. Here ya go. Let me get that for ya!"
I moved my finger from the wheel to the button for the passenger window and gave it a push. (Thank goodness for toll windows.)
A few more looks back and forth and the little birdie flew right out my passenger window.
And does it make me completely nuts that on the last look I swear I heard the little bird say, "Thanks pal, you be good now."?????
Later,
I love you Mom...
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