Thank god I'm heading to sunny Los Angeles for the New Year.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
'Tis the season
Bah humbug. I'm feeling like this already, and it's only the 10th.
Thank god I'm heading to sunny Los Angeles for the New Year.
Thank god I'm heading to sunny Los Angeles for the New Year.
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Thank god I'm heading to sunny Los Angeles for the New Year.
Oh, you will be so sorry.
Were you receiving the alcohol and caffeine, or were you in the neutral-saline-solution group?
In the picture he's injecting the caffeine straight into the brain. A risky procedure, no doubt, but the only way to ensure good neuronal coverage.
In the picture he's injecting the caffeine straight into the brain.
This is a well-documented procedure.
Hey, let's be honest. The christmas holiday season is an unpleasant annual ritual filled with petty annoyances, unplanned expenses, embarrassing behavior and general pandering stupidity.
In other words, no worse than any other time of year, unless you're particularly sensitive to the cold or happen to be antipodean.
Come on, Christmas is the time for Baby Jesus theft!
...I'm not antipodean, I just wouldn't want one to marry my sister.
(and, to be honest, one wouldn't want to marry my sister)
[cv "dalkism" - I like it - just need to find someone named Dalk]
I'm afraid of the Dalk
...prone to supinism myself
Antipodeans don't need no dalkism.
Feentese is another story
whilst pursuing the trail of feentese, I encountered
"what the fuck" means:
"Hutch weak FT."
or
"What! Fetch UK."
...once again, the interwebs leave me speechless
Interesting parts of the intertuba which you go to ckc (not kc). Feenstese is from the Book of Capcha whence it is written "Do not gargle the muzzen illyno pracent quto eckta"
Scholars are divided about the absolute meaning of the phrase but it can be translated as "Drunken mice down the trousers will end in tears"
Come on, Christmas is the time for Baby Jesus theft!
If you can get hold of a few stolen Baby Jesuses on the street corner you can crush those up, inject them straight into your brain and WHAMMO! You're dead. But you get well again in a few days.
Ahh, man, if they whacked jesus today, Pilate would be giving interviews to Barbara and Oprah and the new fashion statement would be a thorny crown.
And there'd be my man Judas, with a new get rich scheme infomercial...
New Baby Jesi keep sprouting overnight, apparently:
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Ahh, man, if they whacked jesus today
People would be wearing little silver electric chairs as pendants, and instead of the sign of the cross, the vicar would go BZZZZT and twitch around.
[/Alexei Sayle]
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