T showed me this at work, and while “Steve” would definitely be a dead man if he were my roommate, I cannot help laughing gleefully along with him at “Brendan’s” reaction.
Rude awakening [ embedded Windows Media; fairly small ]
There are others worth viewing there, though sometimes the sickening crunch of breaking femurs is the price you pay for your entertainment. See: Rope Swing.
..from a distance of no less than 15 feet. Still, as a source of comedic material, they are highly valuable.
And never forget these brilliant one-hit wonder follow-ups.
I woke up this morning whistling the song played during the opening traffic jam sequence of Office Space. Not the gangsta rap song that Michael Bolton hid from the flower seller, but the brass and percussion ditty that plays around it all. I took it as a bad sign. Then, I got wind of this little animated motivator, and I knew it was going to be, in the most cliché way possible, one of those days.
I found this too charming not to post. A special way to start a short story, too. Here’s a character sketch …and …Go!
You Were: A Forlorn Cannibal.
Where You Lived: Peru.
How You Died: Suicide.
In case you didn’t know, Tom Cruise is a verified loon. I don’t even have TV in my house, I don’t read magazines or newspapers, and I only surf the internet when I’m waiting for a DVD to finish burning before I go to bed (and all eight hours at work, but that hardly counts) but Mr. Megawatt smile has gone so batshit that no one can avoid him. Is he the Anti-Christ? I hope so, ’cause that would mean we haven’t much to fear from the apocalypse. Or do we?
As someone on the site put perfectly (about more people than just that simpleton): He’s got a mind like concrete. All mixed up, and permanently set.
YOU ARE MOLY
What herb are you?
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Blatantly ripped off from the Dong Resin. You will enjoy this little foray into one man’s nightmare.
Nor swat your lab when he’s chewing on your shoes. Still, I love to see this kind of technology possibly becoming commonplace in my lifetime.
I don’t play this game well. The game where everyone you know at work wants to tell you about all the cool things they did over the weekend first thing Monday morning. I can catch up with people any time. If there really was something worth talking about, then you won’t have forgotten it by Wednesday, and if there wasn’t, then I don’t need the commentary.
Monday morning is a somber occasion, a small, recurring death of spirit as you return to the false life you must lead to sustain yourself when you actually are allowed to live. Let me mourn in peace.
Check it! I made this comic. I know my blog entries are just links lately, but I have other things taking up my creative JUICE, as Rik Mayall might say.
stripcreator : make a comic, link stolen from Headless Hollow.
