Burrich1

Hocico, thanks to TheOsakaKoneko

Agreed. I did manage to fight my way thru it and find their myspace page. It was definitely worth it. I dig them. Click here! They remind me a little of Snog from the early ninties.

Vanilla bean cause the beans make it better. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Zombified beer social

That shit is wack. Seriously.

Oh my God!!!! The burn! The Burn! Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Ahhhhhh. Relief.

Good evening and welcome!!

I just got back from West Xylophone. It was great.

I hope you dont need to break out the craptastic pencil sharpners.

They Might Be Giants -- "The Alphabet of Nations"

When is the next Craptacular?

eats his favorite food, rice, at every meal but believes there is an inedible skin on each grain and peels it off prior to ingesting.

Granted!!!! You and a few of "your fly white girls" just won an all expenses paid trip to New York City to seen none other than Fischerspooner!! Sweet. To celebrate, your friends take you out to for some all you can eat buffet "dinner at the China Doll," where your boyfriend makes eyes at the waitress all night. You’re pissed and glad you have an all girls weekend coming up. Anyway, a few days later in NYC, you realize you have not POOPED for almost 5 days!!!! You should be heading off to the concert, but instead you’re "Moaning and a heaving on a hot sticky can.” Now your "craving chocolate ex-lax and your G.E fan" cause your so fricking hot, and drenched in sweat. You ran out of reading material hours ago, and have had to resort to sticking your finger up your ass to try to break the seal. Just when you think your life can’t get any worse, you realize what a complete and utter loser your boyfriend has been for years. This turns your bowels to water, and suddenly relieves your constipation. Your shit explodes from your colon in a foul blast of disgustingness. This is now the smell your psyche associates with all men you find attractive. It doesn't take many guys hitting on you before you reform into a lesbian. Dino-myte. And Fischerspooner's moral is... MSG and loser boyfriends are bad. Or at least life changing. _____ I wish my employer would realize what a moron my supervisor is, and fire his ass for incompetence.

The Yeah Yeah Yeah's.

my granny's purse

Congrats!

Lovely Allen by Holy Fuck. Click here!

Granted!! The next time you are at City Club, you are introduced to Edgar Degas by our very own Msterbeau. Edgar is a short gentleman in is late thirties with a receding hairline and breath that always smells like 4 day stale onions. Unfortunately, Bishop just mixed him one of his brain erasers, and while giving him a firm handshake, he proceeds to projectile vomit all over you. (What?? Did you mean Edgar Degas, one of the deceased founders of impressionism?) I wish Robert Jordan finished his last Wheel of Time book before he died. Oh man, you cant grant your own wish, especially one that references John Norman. That would have been a cool one to do...

From someone well entrenched in geekdom himself, I'd like to say thanks. Numbers are fascinating. Despite being happy in my ignorance of them not being accurate before, I am somehow both more content, and a little more freaked out knowing I am being closely monitored from within the bowels of the DGN machine.

Accompanies the sock puppets with a ukulele.

Granted!! You now do all your photo work and 'puter work from home. You no longer have any need to leave the house 5 days a week, get in your new black sporty (yet fuel saving) car, and cruise into work every day. Your clients all begin to come to you. You love your new relaxing life of setting your own hours, and get to see more of your kids because you're not tied up in traffic driving home from work. Life is good. One of the younger hot sexy models you recently did a new portfolio for begins randomly showing up at your house. At first one or two times, you are quite flattered, but then you begin to become creeped out. She insists she's your soulmate. She doesn't like it when you photograph other people. She doesn't like it when you have weekends with your kids. She doesn't like it when you leave the room to use the bathroom. She senses your increasing reservations towards her. In her absolute panic, because she feels it's not working out in this lifetime, she kills you and makes a lampshade out of your flesh. Better luck next lifetime. Too bad she knew where you lived. I wish my allergies did not make me so tired all the time.

LMAO. Note to self. Do not play the counting game while drinking.

No, cause I know I am messed up in the head. What are some details you remember about your last dream?

415 thru 419. Couldn't resist.