Wednesday, December 16, 2009
wtf is the point of causing pain if you're just going to try to fix it
One of the great mysteries of life: Why the Mozza Burger from A&W is cheaper than a Teen Burger. The Mozza is basically a teen burger PLUS cheese PLUS thousand island dressing. Usually that would constitute a price hike, but not in this case. It's like they are rewarding you for consuming extra calories.
Monday, December 14, 2009
and the sea turtle sprouted sheep feet.
Once there was a child who turned into a unicorn every midnight. His name was Simon B. The unicorn would jump in the air, sending sparkles to the earth. One day, Simon did not turn into a unicorn, but into a MULTI-horn, and his powers were magnified by the amount of horns protruding from his skull (7). But no sparkles rained down from the sky. So he said to a star, WHERE ARE THEY, OH LOVING ONE? And Star John answered, Wrong Answer. And Simon the Multi-horn was like, it was a question. And Star John smyted him, and never was there ever asked such a question again.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
miscommunication FTW TBH IMO LIRL
Dolly is ballin'. says:
okay i'm going to call you in like 5
when i get all my shit together
Mabis says:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaII3kUn5ug seriously listen to this
Mabis says:
such a happy song
ok listen to the song while you get it together
this is also the song from Yes Man btw
Dolly is ballin'. says:
i already told you
lirlll
Mabis says:
when the guy is gonna jump off the ledge
Dolly is ballin'. says:
i was singing it on the phone
WTF\ARE YOU SERIOUS
WHAT THE FUCK
Mabis says:
oh i must have blocked that
Dolly is ballin'. says:
\KRIRLRILRIRLRIRL
LRIRLRIRL
I SAID THIS WAS ON YES MAN
AND YOU WERE LIKE WHAT\
Mabis says:
hahah oh really?? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Dolly is ballin'. says:
I DONT REMEMBER THAT\RIRLRIRLIRL
Mabis says:
ARE YOU SERIOUS
Dolly is ballin'. says:
AHAHAAHA WOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
WOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Mabis says:
HAHAHAH WOOOOOOOOW LIRL LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW
TWILIGHT ZONE TBH
LIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Dolly is ballin'. says:
HAHAHAAHAHA OMG WOWWWWWWW
I CANT EVEN BELIEVE THAT
okay i'm going to call you in like 5
when i get all my shit together
Mabis says:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaII3kUn5ug seriously listen to this
Mabis says:
such a happy song
ok listen to the song while you get it together
this is also the song from Yes Man btw
Dolly is ballin'. says:
i already told you
lirlll
Mabis says:
when the guy is gonna jump off the ledge
Dolly is ballin'. says:
i was singing it on the phone
WTF\ARE YOU SERIOUS
WHAT THE FUCK
Mabis says:
oh i must have blocked that
Dolly is ballin'. says:
\KRIRLRILRIRLRIRL
LRIRLRIRL
I SAID THIS WAS ON YES MAN
AND YOU WERE LIKE WHAT\
Mabis says:
hahah oh really?? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Dolly is ballin'. says:
I DONT REMEMBER THAT\RIRLRIRLIRL
Mabis says:
ARE YOU SERIOUS
Dolly is ballin'. says:
AHAHAAHA WOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
WOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Mabis says:
HAHAHAH WOOOOOOOOW LIRL LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW
TWILIGHT ZONE TBH
LIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Dolly is ballin'. says:
HAHAHAAHAHA OMG WOWWWWWWW
I CANT EVEN BELIEVE THAT
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Then you have to eat something.
I want to know what the instrumental part of the song is called when the sound goes down and becomes dense. Complex. It's dark and beautiful and makes your heart squeeze, and you're trying to get through a suddenly thick bushel of sound when again so suddenly it soars, swells up, up into crystal blue skies with a bird and fluffy cloud, and you realize you've been holding your breath.
I need to know what that segment of the song is called.
I need to know what that segment of the song is called.
Friday, August 7, 2009
album sales are driven by ghosts
The first law of thermodynamics is that energy can be neither created or destroyed. We are made from energy - in fact, everything is. When our bodies die and return to the earth, they feed the soil and, in turn, the trees and the plants, etc etc. Ashes to ashes, energy to energy.
Now, time is also an entity of some kind. There is the age old question one person might ask another, in a metaphorical or facetious kind of way: you're sitting on your white-painted wicker furniture on the porch at dusk one summer evening, and you look at the person sitting next to you and realize that the summer is almost over, and you find yourself asking: 'where does the time go?' But when you take a closer look at that question, it isn't just a meaningless question without an answer. Time has to go SOMEWHERE, because it is someTHING. Just as gravity is an invisible force that holds us down on our planet, time is an equally invisible-but-none-the-less real force that continues to push all living things forward, completely unstoppable and uncontrolled.
So where does it go? It can't just fall into the abyss because, as we concluded, energy - something everything is made up of - can be neither created or destroyed. So it must, as the Taoists believe, be cyclical, not linear. Therefore, it must recycle itself.
The question becomes not "where does it go?", but 'what does it transform into?' The Mayan calandar stops at 2012, and this can be attributed simply to the fact that the ancient civilization could not be expected to document the future years of all eternity. But maybe they were onto something - maybe that is the end of time's cycle, and it will continue on again fresh and new starting that year. That is not to say there will be an apocolyptic ending, or that we will be able to sense a change. No; if time recycling is true and real, then it would just continue on like any other day, a new beginning but not one that is dramatic or life-changing or even noticeable.
There could be other theories or explainations. If energy is neither created nor destroyed, and whatever is within the human body is energy (call it your essence, your soul, your being, your consciousness, whatever), then something has to happen to that soul (being, essence, et all). Perhaps there is a heaven, but that doesn't seem entirely plausible. What could happen is as time recycles, so do souls - into new bodies, new lives, with new purpose and new lives. Or maybe we live the same life over and over and over again without change, just in different dimensions, with start and end dates randomly selected. Or perhaps we live similar lives to the one preceding it, but they are never completely identical, because even in nature, finding something exactly the same as another is not very common.
That just might be it.
Now, time is also an entity of some kind. There is the age old question one person might ask another, in a metaphorical or facetious kind of way: you're sitting on your white-painted wicker furniture on the porch at dusk one summer evening, and you look at the person sitting next to you and realize that the summer is almost over, and you find yourself asking: 'where does the time go?' But when you take a closer look at that question, it isn't just a meaningless question without an answer. Time has to go SOMEWHERE, because it is someTHING. Just as gravity is an invisible force that holds us down on our planet, time is an equally invisible-but-none-the-less real force that continues to push all living things forward, completely unstoppable and uncontrolled.
So where does it go? It can't just fall into the abyss because, as we concluded, energy - something everything is made up of - can be neither created or destroyed. So it must, as the Taoists believe, be cyclical, not linear. Therefore, it must recycle itself.
The question becomes not "where does it go?", but 'what does it transform into?' The Mayan calandar stops at 2012, and this can be attributed simply to the fact that the ancient civilization could not be expected to document the future years of all eternity. But maybe they were onto something - maybe that is the end of time's cycle, and it will continue on again fresh and new starting that year. That is not to say there will be an apocolyptic ending, or that we will be able to sense a change. No; if time recycling is true and real, then it would just continue on like any other day, a new beginning but not one that is dramatic or life-changing or even noticeable.
There could be other theories or explainations. If energy is neither created nor destroyed, and whatever is within the human body is energy (call it your essence, your soul, your being, your consciousness, whatever), then something has to happen to that soul (being, essence, et all). Perhaps there is a heaven, but that doesn't seem entirely plausible. What could happen is as time recycles, so do souls - into new bodies, new lives, with new purpose and new lives. Or maybe we live the same life over and over and over again without change, just in different dimensions, with start and end dates randomly selected. Or perhaps we live similar lives to the one preceding it, but they are never completely identical, because even in nature, finding something exactly the same as another is not very common.
That just might be it.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Ugly people II
Spin off from last week's question: is the familiar beautiful?
Has anyone ever noticed that the two halves of many couples are NOT created equal?
I used to work in a high-end jewellery store, and it came to my attention that, more often than not, a couple that came in to look at engagement rings or wedding bands were not standing at an equal level of attractiveness. We are about to blow your mind, but listen close: In these situations, the man in the relationship was usually markedly more attractive than his female partner.
Of course, this first begs the obvious question -- are men really not as superficial as society would have us believe? Hollywood suggests that man-trolls have the ability to score the supermodels, yet real life scenarios are telling us otherwise. Really good looking men - men who could probably attract any hot (conventionally or otherwise) woman - are ending up with women that range from average to unattractive.
It should be noted that we are not talking "somewhat attractive" or "okay" looking women ... we're talking men who are 7's or 8's or 9's and women who are 2's or 3's.
THE REAL QUESTION here is as follows: are these men attracted to these women because of their personalities and then, because they love them/they are familiar, find them beautiful? Or do they honestly find these women beautiful from the get-go? Do they ever recognize the disparity, or do their love-goggles keep them clueless? What are the factors that affect how a man views a woman or chooses her as his partner?
Discuss.
Has anyone ever noticed that the two halves of many couples are NOT created equal?
I used to work in a high-end jewellery store, and it came to my attention that, more often than not, a couple that came in to look at engagement rings or wedding bands were not standing at an equal level of attractiveness. We are about to blow your mind, but listen close: In these situations, the man in the relationship was usually markedly more attractive than his female partner.
Of course, this first begs the obvious question -- are men really not as superficial as society would have us believe? Hollywood suggests that man-trolls have the ability to score the supermodels, yet real life scenarios are telling us otherwise. Really good looking men - men who could probably attract any hot (conventionally or otherwise) woman - are ending up with women that range from average to unattractive.
It should be noted that we are not talking "somewhat attractive" or "okay" looking women ... we're talking men who are 7's or 8's or 9's and women who are 2's or 3's.
THE REAL QUESTION here is as follows: are these men attracted to these women because of their personalities and then, because they love them/they are familiar, find them beautiful? Or do they honestly find these women beautiful from the get-go? Do they ever recognize the disparity, or do their love-goggles keep them clueless? What are the factors that affect how a man views a woman or chooses her as his partner?
Discuss.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Is the familiar beautiful?
Do ugly people know they're ugly? When an uggo looks in the mirror everyday, do they realize they are ugly? Or does their reflection look "normal" ... or, indeed, even beautiful ... because it is what they are used to seeing? Is it because their parents are telling them they are beautiful and, thus, are conditioned from a young age to believe it?
Surely ugly people must think they are beautiful or they wouldn't walk around outside. Imagine being an ugly person you know (but don't imagine too hard/long, or you might get trapped) -- do you know you're ugly? How are you okay with it?
Do ugly people know they are ugly the way beautiful people know they are beautiful? This opens up another can of worms, because there are beautiful people with low self esteem and they do not believe they are good looking. This begs the question: are there ugly people who possess overly high (and unwarrented) self esteem?
We really wanna know the answer. Enlighten us.
EDIT 24 HOURS LATER:
What people had to say when we posted this question on the dating section on Kijiji:
Response 1:
I like your interest in the ugly side of things. I'm a big man and I feel like I have parts of me that can come off as ugly. My self esteem kind of comes to me from that dichotomy. I don't know how unwaranted it is.
Well I would sure like to here from a girl who gets a brighter perspective on that kind of thing mail me back. Its *** at ***-****.
Response 2:
You know. Confidence is key. It adds more attraction. Too much, however, is ugly. I know a guy who is like 320 lbs, pure fat. But he has these unreal standards, like he only likes really skinny model type women, hence why I am pretty sure he is a virgin still. But, at least he has the confidence, but how does a guy that size call a girl "too fat" when she is persay 170 LBS. That is hilarious. Women are also hilarious. I think people hide behind their screen and over rate themselves. When a girl says she is average weight, she is most likely fat, if she says she has a few xtra lbs, she's a TANKER. ANywhoo, my 2 cents
Response 3:
Beauty starts on the inside dont you think? If someone is happy with themself, regardless of how they look physically, generally they tend to be attractive, especially women to men. Men are looking for a combo of good looks and a good persoanlity, but women can easily settle with a guy that fills them up on the inside alone. I would say sure there are physicaly ugly people who have a high self esteem, maybe even truer confidence then the most beautiful people around. A lot of people i'm srue gain "happiness" through being a good looking person, a sense of confidence really. But true everlasting confidence comes from deep withn and is unaffected by our physical aspects. Proves why in my search for woman I find that fat girls are about the most real out there and are actually interesting. Sexy girls are usually running off their appearance, not always but usually. Its society really.
Thank you for the post. I enjoy this stuff.
Response 4:
hey ia m ***** 25 m saskatoon so what do u like to do for fun and are u single and looking for abf
EDIT 48 HOURS LATER
And, our favourite response - so biting and venomously awesome:
Your verbage is quite thought provoking. However, the answer to your questions isn't that elusive. Just write down what you're thinking when YOU look in the mirror. That should be enough enlightenment to tickle your fancy for a long time.
Surely ugly people must think they are beautiful or they wouldn't walk around outside. Imagine being an ugly person you know (but don't imagine too hard/long, or you might get trapped) -- do you know you're ugly? How are you okay with it?
Do ugly people know they are ugly the way beautiful people know they are beautiful? This opens up another can of worms, because there are beautiful people with low self esteem and they do not believe they are good looking. This begs the question: are there ugly people who possess overly high (and unwarrented) self esteem?
We really wanna know the answer. Enlighten us.
EDIT 24 HOURS LATER:
What people had to say when we posted this question on the dating section on Kijiji:
Response 1:
I like your interest in the ugly side of things. I'm a big man and I feel like I have parts of me that can come off as ugly. My self esteem kind of comes to me from that dichotomy. I don't know how unwaranted it is.
Well I would sure like to here from a girl who gets a brighter perspective on that kind of thing mail me back. Its *** at ***-****.
Response 2:
You know. Confidence is key. It adds more attraction. Too much, however, is ugly. I know a guy who is like 320 lbs, pure fat. But he has these unreal standards, like he only likes really skinny model type women, hence why I am pretty sure he is a virgin still. But, at least he has the confidence, but how does a guy that size call a girl "too fat" when she is persay 170 LBS. That is hilarious. Women are also hilarious. I think people hide behind their screen and over rate themselves. When a girl says she is average weight, she is most likely fat, if she says she has a few xtra lbs, she's a TANKER. ANywhoo, my 2 cents
Response 3:
Beauty starts on the inside dont you think? If someone is happy with themself, regardless of how they look physically, generally they tend to be attractive, especially women to men. Men are looking for a combo of good looks and a good persoanlity, but women can easily settle with a guy that fills them up on the inside alone. I would say sure there are physicaly ugly people who have a high self esteem, maybe even truer confidence then the most beautiful people around. A lot of people i'm srue gain "happiness" through being a good looking person, a sense of confidence really. But true everlasting confidence comes from deep withn and is unaffected by our physical aspects. Proves why in my search for woman I find that fat girls are about the most real out there and are actually interesting. Sexy girls are usually running off their appearance, not always but usually. Its society really.
Thank you for the post. I enjoy this stuff.
Response 4:
hey ia m ***** 25 m saskatoon so what do u like to do for fun and are u single and looking for abf
EDIT 48 HOURS LATER
And, our favourite response - so biting and venomously awesome:
Your verbage is quite thought provoking. However, the answer to your questions isn't that elusive. Just write down what you're thinking when YOU look in the mirror. That should be enough enlightenment to tickle your fancy for a long time.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Or rapies.
Watching "Babe: Pig in the City." Shit just got real. The mafia speaking dog has got to be the best movie character of all time (after the 4 boys from The Hangover).
It's Phil, leave a message. Actually, you know what, don't text me. It's gay.
Hello… how ’bout that ride in? I guess thats why they call it Sin City ha. ha. You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So there… there was two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack and Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys I thought “wait a second, could it be?” And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine…
Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge.
It's Phil, leave a message. Actually, you know what, don't text me. It's gay.
Hello… how ’bout that ride in? I guess thats why they call it Sin City ha. ha. You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So there… there was two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack and Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys I thought “wait a second, could it be?” And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine…
Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sorry for being gay.
I don't know. My nails look awesome. Don't be a douchenizzle. Here is something you need to take to Ontario with you: "______ knows what's up." Shit just got real. When they're old and wandering, I wonder what they'll look back and think about. Talk about the fire ban and how angry it makes you. Pink sky at night, hookers' delight.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
You can, be my, be my, my private dancer girl..
First of all, Danny Fernandes, no one wants to be your private dancer.
Second of all, look at the picture. Your music attracts creepy white chimos that wear gangsta clothing. I guess you attract your own kind.
Lastly, you're a gay fish. That is all.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I do.
WAH WAH WAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I don't want to Poke Her Face
ballin' says:
I SEND IT TO SO MANY FREAKING PEOPLE ITS RIDICULOUS
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
AND NOW NO ONE HAPPENS TO REMEMBER
great weekend says:
I DO NOT RECALL RECEIVING THIS PARTICULAR EMAIL
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAH
ballin' says:
WEAK SAUCE
great weekend says:
great weekend says:
10 exams eh
great weekend says:
wtf is up with that torture
S says:
two exams tmr
S says:
some ppl have 3 tmr
S says:
i got that 3rd one on fri
great weekend says:
that is sooo dumb, yo
S says:
its called lab finals
great weekend says:
whoa S
great weekend says:
let's not take our anger out on me
great weekend says:
hahaahah
ballin' says:
yikes
ballin' says:
WHAT A HO
great weekend says:
HAHA so will be happy to know I reponded with "weak sauce"
ballin' says:
THIS REQUIRES CAPS
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHA YES!
great weekend says:
HAHAHAH YESSSS
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
hahahaahahha
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHAH
ballin' says:
THATS AWESOME
great weekend says:
hahahahahah!!! I'm glad you appreciate that
ballin' says:
GREAT SAUCE IF YOU WILL
great weekend says:
man you just need to keep the caps on always
ballin' says:
KAY
great weekend says:
awesome
great weekend says:
S says:
what?
S says:
i had shitty pasta sauce today
S says:
tried to spice it up with chilli flakes
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS HER RESPONSE TO WEAK SAUCE
great weekend says:
I am laughing so hard right now
ballin' says:
AHAAHAHAHAHA WHAAA
ballin' says:
THAT IN ITSELF IS WEAK SAUCE
ballin' says:
THROW SOME KANYE AT HER
ballin' says:
I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY
great weekend says:
haha ok
great weekend says:
ahah ok i did
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
let's see what she says
ballin' says:
DID YOU JUST SAY I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY?
ballin' says:
AND THATS IT?
great weekend says:
S says:
what?
S says:
i had shitty pasta sauce today
S says:
tried to spice it up with chilli flakes
S says:
used too many
S says:
made it too spicy
S says:
so i added ketchup lol
S says:
and drank more iced tea
great weekend says:
hahaha omg you are hilarious
great weekend says:
that is disgusting
great weekend says:
great weekend says:
and btw, "weak sauce" is the new "lame." Make sure you circulate that around New York.
S says:
no, the ketchup was a huge improvement
great weekend says:
I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY
S says:
that damn 'natural' sauce was the shittiest sauce ever. no flavour
S says:
what does that mean?
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
S says:
*****?
ballin' says:
IF YOU DONT GET IT, THEN SCREW YOU
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHAH
great weekend says:
EXACTLY
ballin' says:
YOU ARE NOT WORTHY
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
BOW IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
OHHH MAN
great weekend says:
S says:
you are weak sauce
great weekend says:
BOW IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
S says:
i will. i got my reflection in the window
great weekend says:
weak sauce.
ballin' says:
SUPER WEAK SAUCE
ballin' says:
THAT WAS LAMEEEE
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAAHAHHA
ballin' says:
LAME SAUCE
great weekend says:
YEAH
great weekend says:
SERIOUSLY
great weekend says:
LAME WEAK SAUCE IF YOU WILL
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHA I DEFINITELY WILL
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHHA
I SEND IT TO SO MANY FREAKING PEOPLE ITS RIDICULOUS
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
AND NOW NO ONE HAPPENS TO REMEMBER
great weekend says:
I DO NOT RECALL RECEIVING THIS PARTICULAR EMAIL
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAH
ballin' says:
WEAK SAUCE
great weekend says:
great weekend says:
10 exams eh
great weekend says:
wtf is up with that torture
S says:
two exams tmr
S says:
some ppl have 3 tmr
S says:
i got that 3rd one on fri
great weekend says:
that is sooo dumb, yo
S says:
its called lab finals
great weekend says:
whoa S
great weekend says:
let's not take our anger out on me
great weekend says:
hahaahah
ballin' says:
yikes
ballin' says:
WHAT A HO
great weekend says:
HAHA so will be happy to know I reponded with "weak sauce"
ballin' says:
THIS REQUIRES CAPS
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHA YES!
great weekend says:
HAHAHAH YESSSS
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
hahahaahahha
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHAH
ballin' says:
THATS AWESOME
great weekend says:
hahahahahah!!! I'm glad you appreciate that
ballin' says:
GREAT SAUCE IF YOU WILL
great weekend says:
man you just need to keep the caps on always
ballin' says:
KAY
great weekend says:
awesome
great weekend says:
S says:
what?
S says:
i had shitty pasta sauce today
S says:
tried to spice it up with chilli flakes
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS HER RESPONSE TO WEAK SAUCE
great weekend says:
I am laughing so hard right now
ballin' says:
AHAAHAHAHAHA WHAAA
ballin' says:
THAT IN ITSELF IS WEAK SAUCE
ballin' says:
THROW SOME KANYE AT HER
ballin' says:
I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY
great weekend says:
haha ok
great weekend says:
ahah ok i did
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
let's see what she says
ballin' says:
DID YOU JUST SAY I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY?
ballin' says:
AND THATS IT?
great weekend says:
S says:
what?
S says:
i had shitty pasta sauce today
S says:
tried to spice it up with chilli flakes
S says:
used too many
S says:
made it too spicy
S says:
so i added ketchup lol
S says:
and drank more iced tea
great weekend says:
hahaha omg you are hilarious
great weekend says:
that is disgusting
great weekend says:
great weekend says:
and btw, "weak sauce" is the new "lame." Make sure you circulate that around New York.
S says:
no, the ketchup was a huge improvement
great weekend says:
I AM NUCLEAR ENERGY
S says:
that damn 'natural' sauce was the shittiest sauce ever. no flavour
S says:
what does that mean?
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
S says:
*****?
ballin' says:
IF YOU DONT GET IT, THEN SCREW YOU
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHAH
great weekend says:
EXACTLY
ballin' says:
YOU ARE NOT WORTHY
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
BOW IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
OHHH MAN
great weekend says:
S says:
you are weak sauce
great weekend says:
BOW IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAH
ballin' says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
great weekend says:
S says:
i will. i got my reflection in the window
great weekend says:
weak sauce.
ballin' says:
SUPER WEAK SAUCE
ballin' says:
THAT WAS LAMEEEE
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHAAHAHHA
ballin' says:
LAME SAUCE
great weekend says:
YEAH
great weekend says:
SERIOUSLY
great weekend says:
LAME WEAK SAUCE IF YOU WILL
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHA I DEFINITELY WILL
great weekend says:
HAHAHAHHA
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Conspiracy Is, Math Will Get You Nowhere
J says:
so take any pics lately, pHOtog?
J says:
COME on
ballin' says:
aHAHAHA
ballin' says:
i don't want to disappoint
ballin' says:
you but no.
J says:
you suck at this blogging thing
ballin' says:
AHAH
ballin' says:
aww
ballin' says:
im sorry
J says:
first you all but ditch our beloved dolly
ballin' says:
i HAVE NOT DITCHED
J says:
and now you've given up on your 5000$ camera
ballin' says:
ive been doing math
so take any pics lately, pHOtog?
J says:
COME on
ballin' says:
aHAHAHA
ballin' says:
i don't want to disappoint
ballin' says:
you but no.
J says:
you suck at this blogging thing
ballin' says:
AHAH
ballin' says:
aww
ballin' says:
im sorry
J says:
first you all but ditch our beloved dolly
ballin' says:
i HAVE NOT DITCHED
J says:
and now you've given up on your 5000$ camera
ballin' says:
ive been doing math
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
How to Turn Basic into Gourmet on a Student Budget
Take a can of tomato soup.
Prepare with milk.
Heat.
Add a generous sprinkle or 8 or dried basil.
Eat.
"I'm sorry, the blindness makes me mean."
We have a never-nude on our hands.
Happy Cows Come from California
They eat chocolate covered pretzels sprinkled in their grain feed. Anyone want some manure in a red gingham bow-tied mason jar?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
you look so good in your seven jeans, i try to be faithful but i can't keep my hands out the cookies jar my hands, my hands, my-my-my hands
Yoodles says:
so why the new msn?
Yoodles says:
hahahaha
Huggalies is ballin' says:
overloaded with porn on the other one
Yoodles says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Yoodles says:
well, you ARE a porno freak
Yoodles says:
don't lie
Huggalies is ballin' says:
yeah me likey : ~*~*~*~*~ASIAN GURLZ~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
so why the new msn?
Yoodles says:
hahahaha
Huggalies is ballin' says:
overloaded with porn on the other one
Yoodles says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Yoodles says:
well, you ARE a porno freak
Yoodles says:
don't lie
Huggalies is ballin' says:
yeah me likey : ~*~*~*~*~ASIAN GURLZ~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Monday, February 23, 2009
My "M" keeps sticking
I miss you already! Just about 60-some more sleeps until we meet again though. Not long at all. I typed in dollyabis by accident and it told me there was no such blog....eep! That was a bad feeling for about a nano-second until I discovered my mistake. How was the long drive home? Be descriptive. Let's live on plain yogurt and granola and frolic through long dappled grass till then.
Friday, February 6, 2009
poop...
ON A STICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.fiction.
I hurried up the steps and turned the brass knob. The smell hit me immediately. The beautiful smell of my aunt's baking. I could feel my mouth start to water. I closed the door behind me and pulled my raspberry wool coat off. I didn't care if it touched the floor or Sparky sniffed or licked it. I just needed to get into the kitchen. Into the warm, flour covered arms of my Aunt Lina. She was the one person who made me feel grown up, even when I wasn't. She turned away from the sink as soon as I pushed the door open. Today, Aunt Lina was making my - our - favourite cookies, double chocolate peanut butter. Every Friday, instead of walking home, I walked to Aunt Lina's house from school. I'd sit at the old oak table and watch her bake. My hands would trace the lines of the beautiful table while I listened to Aunt Lina's mesmerizing voice tell stories of her childhood. As I grew up, I didn't have to go to Aunt Lina's every Friday but I did. I wasn't willing to give that time up. Eventually I moved away to college. And while I was there, Aunt Lina died. My mom told me she had been sick and was in a better place now. I didn't come home for her service. I couldn't.
I remember that last delicious bite of cookie I had my last time with Aunt Lina. It was chocolate almond. Aunt Lina had been craving nuts that day. I haven't been back to Aunt Lina's house since that day. I pass her house every time I go home. About once a month or so. I think about stopping. About visiting Uncle Ed. But I don't. I never feel like its the right time. Are you ever scared that something so dear and close to your heart, something so completely and utterly special, might have changed while you weren't looking? I want to remember the feeling of Aunt Lina's arms, the smell of her baking. I want to remember the kitchen, her kitchen.
I remember that last delicious bite of cookie I had my last time with Aunt Lina. It was chocolate almond. Aunt Lina had been craving nuts that day. I haven't been back to Aunt Lina's house since that day. I pass her house every time I go home. About once a month or so. I think about stopping. About visiting Uncle Ed. But I don't. I never feel like its the right time. Are you ever scared that something so dear and close to your heart, something so completely and utterly special, might have changed while you weren't looking? I want to remember the feeling of Aunt Lina's arms, the smell of her baking. I want to remember the kitchen, her kitchen.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ceiling
Every day, I fall asleep and wake up to a sound that is a cross between the thumping communication from the movie Contact and the sound of a bell. Dzin. Dzin. Dzin. Methodical, always with the same distance of silence between each dzin. But the clincher is, I can only hear it in my right ear.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Bessie's Udder is Full
Dear sister,
It has been so long since we have spoken, I fear greatly that something has hindered you from responding. Please send a letter by pony express upon receiving this.
Things here are well, the harvest is approaching, and the extra help has been hired ... we will require all the hands possible for the plowing and scything. I'm afraid the corn died early, either by locust or god's will, but we shall have a good crop of barley and conola to dry in the cellar and sell come spring, and our bellies will be full this winter.
I bid you well, I must go milk the cows and churn the butter for our supper biscuits. Darling sister, I am, forever yours,
Sissy
It has been so long since we have spoken, I fear greatly that something has hindered you from responding. Please send a letter by pony express upon receiving this.
Things here are well, the harvest is approaching, and the extra help has been hired ... we will require all the hands possible for the plowing and scything. I'm afraid the corn died early, either by locust or god's will, but we shall have a good crop of barley and conola to dry in the cellar and sell come spring, and our bellies will be full this winter.
I bid you well, I must go milk the cows and churn the butter for our supper biscuits. Darling sister, I am, forever yours,
Sissy
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
GUEST POST BY BOLLY MABIS
Dolly is ballin' says:
Bolly do you want to write on dolly?
Bolly says:
no thanks
Bolly do you want to write on dolly?
Bolly says:
no thanks
Friday, January 16, 2009
.smack that.
Oh little candy bear
It hath been too long
I look to the sky for answers
And yet you give me none
Please answer my calls little one
The portal is calling my name
And when I respond, there is nothing
Just clouds and a little rain.
Oh little candy bear
This week has been long and tough
I had to do six things
And yet you say that is not enough
Oh little one, oh little one
Why do you neglect me so?
I can't help it if I'm busy
But I still love you so.
It hath been too long
I look to the sky for answers
And yet you give me none
Please answer my calls little one
The portal is calling my name
And when I respond, there is nothing
Just clouds and a little rain.
Oh little candy bear
This week has been long and tough
I had to do six things
And yet you say that is not enough
Oh little one, oh little one
Why do you neglect me so?
I can't help it if I'm busy
But I still love you so.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
This is on par with the line of vision thing
A commercial that really and truly bothers me is the Chevy commercial where it starts raining shoes, and the woman gets out of her car and starts transporting armfuls of the shoes into her trunk.
Let's say it really did start raining shoes. If it did, the parameters would probably stretch at least a couple of miles, and even a few city blocks is far. Therefore, it's realistic to think that the probability of actually being able to locate a PAIR of shoes, especially when your strategy is not to carefully look but to merely grab random shoes, is relatively low. This really upset me, because if it's going to be raining pretty shoes and you're going to willy nilly grab some at random, what is the point? Why have only half of a pair of 60-80 shoes?
I know what you're thinking - maybe she wouldn't have time to search out the other half to a pair. It would be illogical, because who knows how far away the other shoe is, and the probability of someone else employing your strategy and grabbing it at random is high. But c'mon guys: it's raining shoes. It's not like there is going to be a traffic jam if you leave your chevy in the middle of the road for a while, and maybe you could enlist a stranger to buddy up with you and help both of your odds of finding two matching shoes and, thus, a wearable pair each.
Something to sleep on.
Let's say it really did start raining shoes. If it did, the parameters would probably stretch at least a couple of miles, and even a few city blocks is far. Therefore, it's realistic to think that the probability of actually being able to locate a PAIR of shoes, especially when your strategy is not to carefully look but to merely grab random shoes, is relatively low. This really upset me, because if it's going to be raining pretty shoes and you're going to willy nilly grab some at random, what is the point? Why have only half of a pair of 60-80 shoes?
I know what you're thinking - maybe she wouldn't have time to search out the other half to a pair. It would be illogical, because who knows how far away the other shoe is, and the probability of someone else employing your strategy and grabbing it at random is high. But c'mon guys: it's raining shoes. It's not like there is going to be a traffic jam if you leave your chevy in the middle of the road for a while, and maybe you could enlist a stranger to buddy up with you and help both of your odds of finding two matching shoes and, thus, a wearable pair each.
Something to sleep on.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
where you at, girl???
Pressing down, cruching through the treads with ear-splitting magnifying glasses with the smell of cookie cooky candles and randall running through the snow on his way to you....searching like Waldo on the plains of a small sun dog when the flowers jumped and wrapped their stems around the coffee mug
miss you
drive harder faster stronger!
miss you
drive harder faster stronger!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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