“THE PRESIDENT: I’m hungry and I’m going to order some ribs.” if i didn’t know anything else about him, i’d totally vote for the president who just wants to order some ribs. (via anil)
Monthly Archive for January, 2004
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i received a penis-enlargement spam this morning. this is what it said:
We’ve got to come to the bottom some time, remarked Zeb, with a deep sigh We can’t keep falling forever, you knowThe natives, who had looked up at his cry of pain, again prostrated themselves, kicking their toes against the ground in a terrified tattoo at this new evidence of the god’s powers Of course not, said Dorothy The situation was growing somewhat strained by this time, and Rob did not know what the savages would decide to do next; so he thought it best to move away from them, since he was unable to rise to a greater height update: i got another one, from someone else entirely! Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach After a journey of several hours they came to a point where the river curved, and they found they must cross a mile or so of the Valley before they came to the Pyramid Mountain Yet Mrs There were few houses in this part, and few orchards or flowers; so our friends feared they might encounter more of the savage bears, which they had learned to dread with all their hearts Joslyn looked worried, and when Rob refused the roast, she was really shocked my favorite part is when rob refuses the roast.
the best time is to be had in atlanta, georgia, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the city.
over the last few days i’ve discovered a lot of great music via largehearted boy. i’ve seen him post comments here, but i never really looked at his site before, and i was definitely missing out. he has the same taste in music that i do, which equals great!
today i violated the midriff-baring clause of the community service worker dress code at the thrift store. when i mentioned to someone that i’d violated the dress code, he said, “what, for wearing a half-shirt?”
“it’s not a half-shirt!” i said. “it’s at least seven-eighths!”
