Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
apparently he couldn't find a little lady. . .
this is a small man dancing with a normal size cat. wrap your brain around that.Wednesday, April 22, 2009
GUTEN TAAAAG
There is a strong possibility that I have already posted this but I LOVE IT AND I DON'T CARE.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
shamwow en espanol
I've been talking about this for a while and some other blog posted it after the beatdown he gave to that hooker. Anyway, it's halarious AND he does his own spanish
Friday, April 17, 2009
Liquid Sky
I woke up this morning and first wandered around the house before I eventually settled down in the front living room with a bowl of WHEATIES: BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS. After cringing through the last half-hour of the Today Show (because I live the life of a middle-aged housewife) I turned on The Price Is Right (because I also live the life of a retired person) and I thought, "Why not watch The Price Is Right AND watch clips of a movie where space aliens land to feed off of endorphins released during heroin use?"
That's right, a random wikipediar search brought up Liquid Sky, which sounds even funnier than it looks. Classic '80s feel that still makes me wish to experience that decade as more than just an infant/toddler. If anyone has seen this, I'd love to know if it truly is as outrageous as it looks. Check out this clip of the first five minutes, which is conveniently available on youtube. Be careful, though, because some Soviets were involved in its production. I hope you guys eat this shit up, because I certainly am:
Also, on an unrelated side note, can our blog look different? These dots are really eating at me.
That's right, a random wikipediar search brought up Liquid Sky, which sounds even funnier than it looks. Classic '80s feel that still makes me wish to experience that decade as more than just an infant/toddler. If anyone has seen this, I'd love to know if it truly is as outrageous as it looks. Check out this clip of the first five minutes, which is conveniently available on youtube. Be careful, though, because some Soviets were involved in its production. I hope you guys eat this shit up, because I certainly am:
Also, on an unrelated side note, can our blog look different? These dots are really eating at me.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
if hillary clinton were president...
Many months ago Ashley posted about some bizarre dreams she had had, and after last night, I can't help but to do the same. My departure from college quantities of raging has induced a certain level of clarity in my dreams that has been unknown to me until these last few months. I intentionally stay up extremely late so I can sleep more deeply than would otherwise be possible, and the results are very strange.
The dream took place first in East Lansing, and, for some reason, President Obama had been assassinated but I was the only one who knew it. I think in my subconscious I forgot Joe Biden was VP because the dream allowed Hillary Clinton to take over and she was delivering speeches charged with feminist rhetoric. There was a parade going down Grand River and it was promoting a waffle party that a number of us ending up going to. There were many different things to put on the waffles and we were all quite pleased with what the new president had done for us, even though I was the only one aware that Hillary was behind the party. Waffles for everyone and all was well again, despite a presidential assassination earlier in the day. As the sun started setting we ended up on the neighbor's roof (still eating waffles) and then I suddenly teleported to the gym in my middle school for an awards ceremony, but awards were never given. Instead, there were sheets of construction paper taped to the walls all the way around, and the person speaking to everyone was just going around and pointing to every sheet and saying its color into the microphone, turning into a weird sort of trance-like hynoptic event. They were only green, orange, gray and yellow, in no particular order until it was just alternating between green and orange. Still, no one was worried about the fact that Obama was assassinated. Then I started panicking about what was happening to the remaining Obama family, and people soon started to think I had lost my mind because I was so convinced that there was an assassination. Finally, a giant apparition of Joe Biden's head and torso appeared in the gym and he explained what had happened, which allowed for people to finally believe me. Hillary was then forced to step down (reluctanly), all waffle parties were over and order was restored on behalf of the new and rightful President Biden.
The dream took place first in East Lansing, and, for some reason, President Obama had been assassinated but I was the only one who knew it. I think in my subconscious I forgot Joe Biden was VP because the dream allowed Hillary Clinton to take over and she was delivering speeches charged with feminist rhetoric. There was a parade going down Grand River and it was promoting a waffle party that a number of us ending up going to. There were many different things to put on the waffles and we were all quite pleased with what the new president had done for us, even though I was the only one aware that Hillary was behind the party. Waffles for everyone and all was well again, despite a presidential assassination earlier in the day. As the sun started setting we ended up on the neighbor's roof (still eating waffles) and then I suddenly teleported to the gym in my middle school for an awards ceremony, but awards were never given. Instead, there were sheets of construction paper taped to the walls all the way around, and the person speaking to everyone was just going around and pointing to every sheet and saying its color into the microphone, turning into a weird sort of trance-like hynoptic event. They were only green, orange, gray and yellow, in no particular order until it was just alternating between green and orange. Still, no one was worried about the fact that Obama was assassinated. Then I started panicking about what was happening to the remaining Obama family, and people soon started to think I had lost my mind because I was so convinced that there was an assassination. Finally, a giant apparition of Joe Biden's head and torso appeared in the gym and he explained what had happened, which allowed for people to finally believe me. Hillary was then forced to step down (reluctanly), all waffle parties were over and order was restored on behalf of the new and rightful President Biden.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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