You know what I find hilarious?
About two thousand years ago (give or take) one man stood up, transcended his humble carpentry roots, spoke of his beliefs, and influenced tens of billions of people all across the world. His book is the best selling ever, and everyone on earth knows his name.
His beliefs? Wouldn't it be so much better if we were all nice to one another.
But that's not the funny bit.
The punchline is that for this, he was nailed to a tree, and people haven't stopped killing each other in his name ever since!
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Ok. New Idea. This is mandatory for any and all people who read this blog.
I can only keep this up for as long as I feel I'm getting a response, like it's worthwhile in some way.
So here we are, a bit of community-based activity:
Different things posted every week, each of which needs your active participation!
Post your answers in the comments below. If embarressed, just stay anonymous, but whatever you do, don't just leave me hanging here.
Every time you do,
So here's a test run:
Minion Order 1
Community Activity 1:
Mash Face On Keyboard. Post Results In Comment Box.
Thats it!
Happy Facerolling!
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Bad Porn Titles Of Current Box Office Movies . . . Sorta! (BPTOCBOMS?)
. . . wait, wait, I can do better . . .
Porn In Current Box Office Movies! (PICBOM!) . . . yeah, that works better.
Time for P.I.C.B.O.M.!
Karma Sutra Panda!
Iron Manhood 2!
The Green Horny-et!
The Fast And The Furious Fuckers 5!
Ass-Pirates Of The Carribean: On A Stranger's Thighs
XXX-Men: First Ass!
Source Co-Eds!
Well-Hung Over: Part 2!
Now available at your local shady back alley from The Guy In The Trenchcoat Who Smells Weird for the low-low price of Whatever You Had In Your Jacket!
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That's all folks! Now go watch a funny LP or something . . .
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pic details here.
I had a twelve-hour shift in work. Not the sexytime type of shift. The bad kind. The "work" work kind.
So I'm not really feeling the whole blogging thing right now.
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I also don't have a picture.
Fuckcicles.
Ooh! Wait! Found one. I was doodling other people's cartoon characters this one time.
That'll do.
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So. What does one do in this situation? I've already maxed out the idea of random link-dumping every Sunday. So that's out. I've done the whole "keep typing out loud until you've filled a few paragraphs and hope nobody notices" to death. I'm also doing it right now but shut up.
I'm just so . . .
So tired right now that I'm afraid of making some food in case I try to use my laptop as a sandwich toaster.
I feel so sticky right now from the humid weather that the dust mites have formed a union and are demanding basic sanitary conditions.
So frustrated right now that whenever I blow my nose, that's my brain trying to escape for a better life. As an Arts student.
I felt so horrible after drinking last weekend I couldn't tell if I'd been drinking beer or broken glass and vinegar cocktails.
My room is so messy even the hobos are complaining.
I'm so hungry right now my internal organ are drawing straws to see which of them is going to be cannibalised by the others first. Sounds like my pancreas lost the first round.
I'm so irritated by my supervisor that you'de need to grind your head against a pebbledash wall for four hours while Daniel O'Donnell read you the shipping forecast to get a glimpse of how I feel when I think I have to face him again tomorrow.
My similes are so bad they're more like simeters.
Dear god that 8 hours of data entry turned my brain to mush. Get me back to college where at least noone will notice!
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Well. That's all I got. Go knock off work early or something. Like four hours early . . .
