hey, what’re you doing to my house? pic o’ the day

Get away from my house, dude. And while you're at it, get off my lawn!

Dood, do you have any idea how long it took me to collect all those? Rifle stocks don’t grow on trees, ya know! And what’s with all the hunchbacks carrying pitchforks? I thought I told you people to get off my lawn!

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fart-proof panties

Fartypants, yoAlso excellent for birth control, as anyone who sees that you wear these horrific remedial incontinent-Grandma pants will cut (out) like the wind.

The Under-Ease pants have an in-built multi-layered, replaceable filter made of felt, charcoal and fibreglass wool.

Having recently returned from the Valley of the Shadow of Conservatism, I must take a moment to note for posterity that, no matter what the level of fine or otherwise dining one may be enjoying there, the main course is always accompanied by a hearty serving of boiled, frozen broccoli and cauliflower. Always. I believe this to be a subtle yet effective adaptation to the climate; a clever way of ensuring that Ontarians do not freeze in their sleep, as their beds will be cosily heated for hours from the pre-heated gaseous emissions resulting from the breakdown of said side-dish cruciferousness. Cruciferocity. Whatever; it’s nothing to do with Catholicism. There is obviously no market for these pants in Ontario, regardless of the religious demographics.

I’m wondering if, after a certain point of flatulence and resultant inflatuation while wearing these pants, one achieves the ability to fly, Hindenburg-style? I can just see currently-sexagenarian Richard Branson snarfing down some quick Taco Bell and attempting to set a new record for underwear-powered flight. And, of course, if this method of transportation catches on it could revolutionize the car and aerospace industries as well as meaningfully reduce global warming and cause the entire tax system to be re-evaluated. I forsee a boom in the legume and dried turkish apricot markets very soon.

Buy low, sell high.
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Cthulhu ’08!

Look, he’s got a new campaign manager! This should be teh awesomeness!

Cthulhu Fhtagn! Ia!

I always wondered what Dean was yelling. Stolen from It’s a Definite Maybe.

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quiz: which Edgar Allan Poe poem are you?

Not a whole lot to choose from in this quiz, but what the hell…it’s Shebeen Club day, I’ve got two job applications and a report do to before I go to bed, and I’m running around like a raven with my tiny birdie teeth ripped out. That’s a doubly-obscure reference, for those of you who think Poe is a waiflike Nineties singer.

You scored as Annabel Lee. Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe was dubbed as Lenore, Annabel Lee, and others in her husbands poems. She was his child bride who died when Poe was 38. He died two years later. this poem shows that love has an extreme importance to you, and even if that love stops, it never dies.

Annabel Lee
94%
The Sleeper
69%
The Raven
56%

Which Edgar Allan Poe poem are you?
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Mad V: the message

Remember the Challenge? Here is the Message.

From the comments section:

I must admit. I’ve seen alot of pathetic movements come and go like flies on youtube, but this one, in some odd way, has wrapped me around it’s finger. Sitting here watching this video make it easy to agree with the message, but when you get up out of your chair, and walk outside, that’s when it really counts. This message is something to carry with you to the end of your days and possibly even then some.

Very well done, V. Very well done.

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