Homicidalheathen

Now before any of you PHREAKS gets excited...ok bad pun. Did anyone hear about Tysons kid, her neck got caught in the cord for a step climber machine and she choked to death she was 2. I just heard about another LOCAL girl (also 2) who got her neck caught in a curtain cord, she strangled herself to death as well.

*swoons* talk medical to me baby

he reminded me of Bob Villa on Home Improvement.

working on the or something...*hobbles back down to lab*

do you have to be dead to be considered?

damn you should have told me first, I would have watched...hell recorded it. I like the release of loads...what can I say. Me, I am happy! I found my adapters...I hate it when people move my shit its sooo discouraging

nothing quite hugs your balls like a poly suit covered in Rhinestones when your over weight and wear a wig. only thing more gross is 5 guys doing it in parachutes

Ok this is pretty damn good snl skit

I feel so much better about this. No really, I do.

It should be based on record sales amount of video play and requests not media hype Micheal was a legend in many ways I didn't like how he played the media to be the 'king' of pop... the whole neverland/graceland thing and marrying Elvis' daughter Besides just the statement itself...that is rather suggestive....everyone may have a different mental 'king' no one person can be king of any genre' (I didn't like Elvis much)

Fix mistakes. I swear some people...why do it if your not going to do it right? This makes us both lose out as now I have to do it again the thing is so hard to fuckin carry in the first place it doesn't make sense not to do it right the first time this sux

I had to drop in and say Hi because your name is sooo cute. Hi.

Yah I guess some schools don't want u to take peanuts in either...I don't think anyone is airborn allergic they are just afraid the kid won't be able to help himself...at least thats what happened at Clinton once, they sent a note home saying no peanut products at school which includes some cereal bars.

His butt. (no visuals necessary I presume) My cat(s) My kid(s) my hand balls...they even work for frustration not just bad joints bubble wrap and my pillow. I love my pillow.

http://funnyvideooftheday.blogspot.com/200...river-skit.html

Who cares if she hides Ibphrophen in her undies? WTF? It could have been anyone you can't strip search them all...xray them upon entering.....? That and, being as how I am deathly allergic to that crap and have (when I was younger) bought drugs illegally in school...if your kid does that...well its their problem and yours not the schools I don't think. Any kid who takes more than one of anything before they know how their body will react...is dumb. Survival of the fittest. And if its illegal...take a half. Wait 2 hours, (not 1) and take the other half. Buy 2 so you can do this till you get safely high or relieved. I don't think the drug problem will go away as women can hide it in their snatch...ass...whatever. So education is the best way. Student Strip Search Illegal School Violated Teen Girl's Rights, Supreme Court Rules Arizona school officials violated the constitutional rights of a 13-year-old girl when they strip-searched her on the suspicion she might be hiding ibuprofen in her underwear, the Supreme Court ruled yesterday. The decision put school districts on notice that such searches are "categorically distinct" from other efforts to combat illegal drugs. In a case that had drawn attention from educators, parents and civil libertarians across the country, the court ruled 8 to 1 that such an intrusive search without the threat of a clear danger to other students violated the Constitution's protections against unreasonable search or seizure. Justice David H. Souter, writing perhaps his final opinion for the court, said that in the search of Savana Redding, now a 19-year-old college student, school officials overreacted to vague accusations that Redding was violating school policy by possessing the ibuprofen, equivalent to two tablets of Advil. What was missing, Souter wrote, "was any indication of danger to the students from the power of the drugs or their quantity, and any reason to suppose that Savana was carrying pills in her underwear." It was reasonable to search the girl's backpack and outer clothes, but Safford Middle School administrators made a "quantum leap" in taking the next step, the opinion said. "The meaning of such a search, and the degradation its subject may reasonably feel, place a search that intrusive in a category of its own demanding its own specific suspicions," Souter wrote. Justice Clarence Thomas was the lone dissenter. "Judges are not qualified to second-guess the best manner for maintaining quiet and order in the school environment," he wrote. He said administrators were only being logical in searching the girl. "Redding would not have been the first person to conceal pills in her undergarments," he wrote. "Nor will she be the last after today's decision, which announces the safest place to secrete contraband in school." The court's virtual unanimity was in contrast to the intense oral argument that seemed to exasperate the court's only female member, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. She later said her male colleagues seemed not to appreciate the trauma such a search would have on a developing adolescent. "They have never been a 13-year-old girl," she told USA Today when asked about her colleagues' comments during the arguments. "It's a very sensitive age for a girl. I didn't think that my colleagues, some of them, quite understood." But yesterday's opinion recognized just that. "Changing for gym is getting ready for play," Souter wrote. "Exposing for a search is responding to an accusation reserved for suspected wrongdoers" and is so degrading that a number of states and school districts have banned strip searches. The Washington region's two largest school districts are among them. Redding said the decision "feels fantastic." She described herself as shy and "not a good public speaker," but said the long legal battle "was to make sure it didn't happen to anyone else." The case, Safford Unified School District #1 v. Redding, began when another student was found with prescription-strength ibuprofen and said she received it from Redding. Safford Middle School assistant principal Kerry Wilson pulled the quiet honors student out of class, and she consented in his office to a search of her backpack and outer clothes. When that turned up no pills, he had a school nurse take Redding to her office, where she was told to remove her clothes, shake out her bra and pull her underwear away from her body, exposing her breasts and pelvic area. No drugs were found, and Redding said she was so humiliated by the incident that she never returned to the school. Her mother filed suit against the school district, as well as Wilson. After years of legal proceedings, the full U.S. Court of Appeals for the 9th Circuit eventually ruled in her favor. Justices based their view on the court's warning in a 1985 case that, although school officials have leeway in deciding when searches of students are reasonable, the officials may not employ searches "excessively intrusive in light of the age and sex of the student and the nature of the infraction." Lower courts have had trouble deciding when that standard applies, Souter wrote, so Wilson should not be held personally liable for the incident. The court ruled, though, that Redding's suit could proceed against the school district. Ginsburg and Justice John Paul Stevens criticized the decision to remove Wilson from the suit, saying he should have known the search violated Redding's rights. "Abuse of authority of that order should not be shielded by official immunity," Ginsburg wrote. Redding's attorney, Adam Wolf of the American Civil Liberties Union, said the court made clear that strip searches would be used only in "extraordinary circumstances" and that "the justices saw what the general public saw: that these school officials overreacted and traumatized a young girl." Francisco M. Negrón Jr., general counsel for the National School Boards Association, said he was glad the court recognized that the school officials had acted "in good faith." But he said the decision did not provide clear guidelines about how specific the accusation must be, or how dangerous the alleged drugs, before school officials employ such an intrusive search. "I think there will be more litigation," he said. But many states and school boards, including some in the Washington area, are simply not allowing strip searches. The policy in Fairfax County, for instance, specifies that "personal searches may extend to pockets; and to the removal and search of outer garments such as jackets, coats, sweaters, or shoes; and to items such as pocketbooks or backpacks." In Montgomery County, officials with the Department of School Safety and Security said searches are limited to outer clothing and pockets. The "preferred method is self-search," where a student is told what to remove, said school system spokeswoman Kate Harrison. A third person is always present for any search, she said. Staff writer Michael Alison Chandler contributed to this report.

so yah I have to work...procrastinating? dgn as usual I am not doing myself any favors sitting here except my indulgent sin of the internet....it does make me laugh some of the comments on here. I try to start each day with a giggle or two.

I usually go for originals but think the second body snatchers was best...I only watched the original last week. (Black and white) If you consider the effects and technology and acting expertise for the time however, the original was better. Harder work and whatnot. There were so many movies that copied it I don't even know where to begin. Then there are some that seem to copy 3 at once, and mush it all together. Copycat is the best form of flattery. They say...I say if you’re going to tear a classic to shreds and make it crap....just don't. Plenty of new scripts out there. Give someone new a chance.

well whatever your gonna do, don't post it online. I go by the If i don knows nothing I can't tell nothing philosophy I am sure most people on here agree, we would rather not know

By someone called, April. Jack the Reaper I creep out the back of the house. Mother should be climbing into her sleigh of a bed, brother should be watching TV and me, I should be fast asleep but I want to die a little instead. Sauntering down the driveway, I dig my dirty nails into my pockets, searching for fire. However, there is no answer to my finger’s burning question, so I stick the cancer behind my ear and weave onto the street. It’s a warm summer night, breeze in the trees, and my feet are itching in my three dollar shoes so I promenade down Lawrence Avenue, a skip in my step. Which I reach the arrow, suddenly I note that my skin is prickling despite the heat. I’ve changed texture from cotton to suede and there’s a shade on the pavement that doesn’t match the scene. I bring my fingers to my neck, touching the Celtic cross that hangs there. It’s an old inside joke with the company I keep. From behind me, a black sleeve creeps over my shoulder, spider fingers play with the chain of my cross, shadow on my collarbone. “Hello,” I say, placing my digits on their counterparts. My heart skips a beat. A searing, fleeting pain streaks across my chest, an echo of a past heartache. “Hello,” my old friend replies. He retracts his touch and falls in step with me. His voice is pleasant to hear. How many years has it been? As if reading my mind, Jack speaks, “You know, you’re kind of a tease. We don’t see each other too much anymore – just passing glances, a wave or so. Nearly meeting but always a miss.” “I dare say you’ll catch up with me one day.” He laughs at my expense. We’ve reached Sprague street, passing by Karrie’s house. All the lights are out. Trying not to be vague, I start shooting the summer breeze, “How’s my sister?” “Business is booming,” he takes the cigarette from my ear, “an excellent partner. She doesn’t talk much, good for the morgue.” He touches a finger to the tip of the cancer stick and it begins to smoke. “Thanks,” I say as he passes it to me. “Anything to bring us closer,” he replies with a wink. I think as I inhale the fumes and exhale through my nose. Nicotine absorbs faster that way. By now, my companion and I have strayed to Elm and feeling especially bold, I take Jack’s cold hand. It overwhelms me, his skin. I tremble. He notices my chagrin and lets go, withering some leaves on a tree we pass. As we amble by the Wead library, I nod at a house across the street and ask, “Why are you so hard on Cheryl?” He sighs and wearily replies, “It’s not my place to question fate. I just do my job.” Though I find his tone odd, I don’t speak. The only sound is our shuffling feet, the wind in the trees, and the hush when I breathe. Somewhere down Park, the silence makes me silly and for a lark, I start doing a jig. Jack smiles and joins in, though he’s a bit stiff. If someone were to drive by, they’d probably think we’re high, but we’re just playing with being alive. But after the jig morphs into a hand jive, we decide that things have gotten ridiculous and return to our constitutional. We’re by the hospital now, its façade toothy with neon signs. Jack ducks inside for a minute, to take care of some business. I don’t mind. I light another little suicide and chill on the curb, humming the opening bars of Another One Bites the Dust. In just a few moments, Jack is back again. He smells a little like formaldehyde so I walk beside, not behind him. The aroma is carried away on the wind. We’ve wound our way to Constable street an found our words a bit lost after his occupational jaunt. It’s always weird to see a friend at work. “When are you going back to Chicago?,” he asks, as if he doesn’t know. I play along, “Sunday morning, three A.M.” and flick my cigarette butt onto the cement. “Rail or sky?” I smile as I reply, “Plane. Statistically it’s the safest way to travel.” He laughs deeply, “Y’beat me.” Starting to climb the incline of Prospect, I suspect that Jack’s got something on his mind. There’s a frown on his lips. I gasp, giving him a flat tire and he trips. “C’mon man, out with it.” After recovering his balance and a quick glance in my direction, Jack says, “Sometimes it’s hard to leave work at the office.” As we descend the end of the hill, I give him my best clap on the shoulder. It stings my hand. But now, after our meandering maze, we’ve made our way back to Lawrence Avenue. As we walk up to number three, Jack says to me, “Well, it’s been great catching up with you.” “Likewise, my friend,” I say, climbing the steps to the porch. He stands at the bottom of the stairs. The air moves in the trees around us. I’d embrace him, if his touch didn’t hurt so much. “You take care of yourself,” he says, about to turn and leave, “and don’t you forget about me.” I laugh and say, “Jack, you know I’m a sucker for a man in black, and besides, I can’t forget. I wear you around my neck.” He smiles, then blows me a kiss. I pretend to catch it, but don’t. He won’t know, though. He’s already taken off. So with a yawn, I open my door as dawn begins to form. It’s late and I need to sleep. Climbing into bed, I'm not worried about seeing Jack again. It’s only a matter of time. (wasn't that good??) http://apriljosephine.blogspot.com/2007/07/jack-reaper.html

I still have electricity yay! The tree didn't hit my car, yay! My shutters blew off yay! They were falling off anyway so that wind shit...was it a twister? Cause I have only seen wind like that twice...anyway it removed them for me so it all works out. The less fancy my place is, the less my odds of gettin broke into I figure.

I loved his music Love the remixes used here and there... but what a weirdo. wow. Farrah, Ed...Micheal...David C. Just wtf???? Ok Reaper, thats quite enough.

http://www.zombiegames.net/games/Grave-Robber.html

This guy is my fav. I think this style started in Russia... http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/chevalier.html With his superstyled partial beard which NPR's Robert Siegel once dubbed a "hair pretzel" Willi Chevalier practically owns the partial beard freestyle category. Indeed, Willi has won this category at all WBMC's in memory with the exception of the 2003 WBMC when he was on injured reserve following an unfortunate encounter with a power drill. - It should have its own name since it has been around for awhile now, the 3-6 tier mustache/beard combo, curling waaay up

Infectious Grooves...kinda like a punky chilli peppers http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLetfd4oLSE ozzy pops in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgahybHQC-o...feature=channel