I'm in a group called Grand Pappi's Teddy Bear Brigade.
Listen to our music and tell me what you think.
I'll make a real post later, I swear to god.
This is our full length album. Listen to it.
The Sixty One is a new website devoted to virtual crate digging, with a reward system. Totally Rad. Vote for us at The Sixty One.
Click the pic!
I like cartoons and strange voices from the mouth. Many big fan of the work of Eric Fensler. Weird think. He mediator of the micro-waves.
(sigh)
More GI Joe PSA's from Eric Fensler. Official Fensler Film site here.
Previous GI Joe PSA post here.
I just wanna ride my motor-cy...cle
Body Massage
Stop all the downloadin'
Crispy deluxe, Injuns
Orange vests are for pussies
I had a favorite toy. It was a huge soft clown, in full growth.
At the forest outside the temple, I lost my toy.
The way it happened seemed strange, and by-and-by I reached a city which resembled the capital of a prince.
Whereupon I felt a pain in my left eye as if something was being split, and in a moment I found that I could see tables and chairs in a room.
A man was selling his pears in the room. They were unusually sweet and fine flavored, and the price he asked was high.
It was just the time of the new moon, and by its feeble light I was able to make out the face of this man.
“If there are any goblins or foxes,” said the man, “I’ll catch them for you.”
I laughed to myself at the nonsense he talked, spread my mat upon the floor, put a stone under my head for a pillow, and lay down to sleep.
(via Peter Tybus)
In the morning a lad came in to light a fire.
We rode on horseback together until we had reached a village thickly shaded with trees, so that the sun and sky were invisible overhead, and entered into a most elaborately-decorated mansion, such as might belong to an old-established family.
Looking round, I could see that the house had disappeared, and that its place was occupied by a huge mound and a bottomless pit.
“You know,” said the young lad, “I am not a man but a fox. Today we shall be attacked by thunder."
I replied, “How dares this pig-boy fellow behave thus?"
So away he went, his eyes glaring like a devil’s.
From that time, I was left in peace; but my wife became very thin, she shortly afterwards died of consumption.
I then took a concubine, and had one son, who became in time a distinguished man.
I don't know who I'd rather be. The Toilet Man, or the guy who gets to tackle the Toilet Man.
True Story/ Sports Story alert!
Chillin' with some women out in Logan Square (yeah, I'm LL Cool J), when I get a text from my friend and fellow Cubs fiend, Mr. Lee Kitzis. It reads, "Tell me you saw that!". Obviously I didn't see whatever he was talking about. I gave him a ring on my way home and he was speechless, and wouldn't tell me what happened until after Mad Men at 11. Bastard. Get a DVR, you cheap Jew.
I figured something must have gone down, so I turn on the radio to hear some sport-schlock host utter the words, "Carlos Zambrano throws a no-hitter." I was flabbergasted, excited, and overcome with joy. Not profound joy, mind you, like when your child beats up another child for the first time, but genuine happiness nonetheless.
Big Z and Sweet Lou. Awesome.
(via Snarling Mess)
"I told you, Felipe! Ghosts can't play baseball!"
Eat your heart out David Blaine and Criss Angel. My man can levitate. My man also cries when he watches The Bodyguard starring Whitney Houston. Buk Buk!
Wow, Future Zambrano looks warlock-ish
And young Zambrano has eyebrow issues. It's too bad he puffed out like a popcorn kernel with age, although then he wouldn't be Big Z, would he? All I'm saying is that mayonnaise in a sports bottle might have worked for him, but I'd advise young pitchers out there against it.
"Who goes there?"
Rad
A dice game in the dug-out gets heated when Big Z catches Michael Barrett using a weighted die.
I wanted to catch the highlights and hopefully see a replay of the game sometime in the wee hours. I saw lots of Sportscenter highlights, but no such luck on the replay front. I bet I'll have to go on eBay to buy a second generation dub of the game from some schmuck who blasts Limp Bizkit in his dad's Toyota Corrolla every Thursday.
Wow, I guess the no-hitter didn't affect the rage section of my gyros (brain).
I've been a Cubs fan since I was born, and this ranks in the top 5 Cub moments of my life. My mom was always a huge Cubs fan and went to 30+ games a year in the late 60's, so I was handed down certain traits, like taking great pride in coming close, but ultimately failing. I used to come home from day camp in the summer and watch Andre Dawson, Ryne Sandberg, and Mark Grace on WGN. Afterwards, I'd take a huge shit for a kid my age. Oh, the memories. I also worked security at Wrigley Field from April to mid-May of this year, but that's another story, and not a happy one.
Lee and I share a common bond by being both Jews and Cubs fans. Two strikes, right? But that no-hitter makes being a Cubs fan worth it. And when the Cubs lose in the playoffs again next month, I'll look back on this day and smile. Through gritted teeth, I'll smile.
I finally got onto our site tracker. Here's our google search collection! These are all 100% true.
radio raheem (sure)
adult babies (fucking weird)
deepak chopra sparkle glasses (who doesn't want a pair? $5.99)
ads that i love (me too!)
iggy pop children (so who wants to be a punk rock pedo)
Banksy as a kid (how bout a gangsta)
rodney king beating (what the fuck? this is the third one)
where's kid n play (my house)
kid n play dance moves (my bed)
"white bitches" (ditto)
USS Kid (USS kidfucker)
Jamie Caliri's dragon animation (I have one)
stick it to my wife (and how!)
sassafras lass (this really makes me happy)
three easy steps just flip it and stick it (duh!)
Somehow, I've managed to get sick. At the end of summer. Awesome. My philosophy as far as colds are concerned is:
I mean:
I enjoy a cocktail of vitamins, instant soup, day/ny quil (time dependent), halls, sudafed, Chinese Socket Wrench Tea, coffee, cigarettes, and a healthy dose of paralysis.
I have to make an entry for our mascot. Only one. The One. It's my old dog. Cannonears Earthsbane.
See those mighty calves! They could shear wheat if they weren't busy whirling like ninja stars to protect our Great Nation, turning evildoers into so much olive loaf.
Those jaws of terror drool with the blood men and THIS:
-M0nty'5 B4s3b411 50up
Will have more later. I'm percolating.
I see about three or four points on the perspective. Is that seeing in four Dee?
I know I am and will be, dear god. Well, I mean by a 5 year old's standard, I've succeeded at life. In that I can have ice cream whenever I feel like it. Awesome.
My mentor and lifesavers, The California Raisins. If there was an extra month added to our calendar and I was born in said month, let's call it Bluptobember. I want the astrological representation to be The California Raisins.
I found my profile from Astrology Online!
Rainsins,
They exist on a special plane of "cool". One born under the sign of these mystic fruits shows an innate fashion sense. These blessed people will always dress with a style thats always current without ever reading a GQ or Cosmo, though they will just to show off. The phrase "So two years ago" will be uttered with contempt and thinly veiled hatred. They have been known to murder for scuffed shoes. Having a Raisin friend will be more fun than you can imagine they are free-willed and strong minded. Just enjoy the ride!
Your ruling planet is Cool Spot
Some more interesting facts about your sign:
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