In this election year where all candidates and parties show themselves to be supreme dickwads with negative charisma, Doug Henning and the Natural Law Party are sadly missed.

There's nothing quite like finishing off the day gettng a Slurpee. Especially when the born again remedial school drop out clerk is debating the white trash clerk on the existence of god. It really is a moving experience.

Missed out on a trip to a print shop. But raised someone's laptop from the dead instead. New uses of iPod as backup and startup disk. Buy one for work, write it off as an external hard drive.

Right on! Jamie Oliver Twatsteroids, now that's pukka. They should add his drums as something else to blow up.

The wearer of this belt shall possess the super powers of 70s super group Foreigner.

New meaning to Surfing Safari.

Truck Balls

So what are the odds that a sticker of Calvin peeing on something would also be found on the same vehicle. Maybe they should make truck cock rings for that added touch of class.
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The cats must have had a shitty time being alone all day long because when I got back there was shit everywhere. On the floor. On the chair. On the couch. On the rug. In the closet. In a box in the back room. I documented the scene with the camera but thought it really wasn't that appealling a spectacle. Next time I reupholster the furniture, I might consider vinyl instead of fun fur.

Apple>Shift>4 get crosshairs then hit space. That's where it disappeared to in 10.

Maybe someday in your daily job you'll be redrawing maps of North America in Illustrator and for realism feel like representing rock basins with an oolitic dolomite, contorted schist, or Argillaceous pattern instead of a big blob of purple colour. Dr. A. Plesch's site might be able to help you out.

Got word that a high school reunion is set for August. I'll have to check my schedule but I'm pretty sure I'm booked that day - I have an appointment to run a potato peeler over my scalp. On another note, did I ever tell you about the dreams I've had of travelling through hell? In one expedition hell was a high school dance. And I made it there without a handbasket. No devils or demons were involved. Just a lot of bad dancing in the auditorium. The escape back into purgatory was with Slim's Chevy Nova.

With a superfabulous result to the upcoming Canadian election on the horizon. I present the only real choice:

A cat who could puke all over the House of Commons. And I can guarantee that he can produce.

For the November election in the US, there is only one choice as well.

Pushkin decided to impress house guests by strutting around after getting out of the box with a nugget hanging off his tail.

a takeoff on MTV's 'Punk'd' that might be called 'Juiced.' Wonder if it will involve O.J. jumping out of bushes wearing a ski mask, gloves, and Bruno Magli shoes screaming "You've been Juiced!".

I'm rounding up images, I'm writing bullshit, I'm burning CDs, I'm installing Punjabi fonts, I'm generally useless.

Finally got around to seeing Masterbating Commander. They had the rum. They had the lash. But where was the buggery to make this an authentic 19century naval story?

eeewwwwwwwww greasy looking business guy doesn't wash his hands after using the lavatory. Don't shake his hand in meetings.

It's way to much fun. Especially on a boring day in the office

Give me the simplest task and I'll guarantee that I'll find a way to injure myself. damn that hurts.