I know what you are thinking..."but Liz, the internet has been around for a long time, surely you have seen naked pictures of Gary Busey or something equally terrify before?" My answer to you is "oh god my eyes!" and "seriously though, this one takes the cake" Apparently this is a legit product and commercial. Prepare to lose your soul.
See how the children are all drawn to its demonic, cackling laughter? Now please, don't come after me when your head starts spinning and you projectile vomit pea soup, I clearly warned you.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
"this one time i beat up a guy..."
Bree and I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our favorite man-child, Patrick Vaughn Stump(h)! In honor this occasion, here is some eye candy:
Ooops, was I maybe showing off with that first one? Yeah, most likely.
Ooops, was I maybe showing off with that first one? Yeah, most likely.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
i scream as loud as anyone, but when asked to make a point, i tend to whisper
im quite late on this, but...
miss california? open giant mouth, insert bulemic foot
i <3 intolerance
what is wrong with people that they would get so worked up about this? i just dont understand it...why is it so horrible that people (yes, they are just people, they are not "disgusting", they will not "turn you gay", and you wont get some crazed infectious disease if you touch them) want to be treated the same way anyone else living anywhere in the world wants to be treated? ok, so you dont want the term "marriage" used, no big, i really dont think the gay and lesbian community is looking to intrude on your vocabulary...but wouldnt you be pissed if the person you loved, and were committed to, were sick and couldnt get the help they needed because the benefits you get dont cover them?
just sayin
so knock it the fuck off
please
miss california? open giant mouth, insert bulemic foot
i <3 intolerance
what is wrong with people that they would get so worked up about this? i just dont understand it...why is it so horrible that people (yes, they are just people, they are not "disgusting", they will not "turn you gay", and you wont get some crazed infectious disease if you touch them) want to be treated the same way anyone else living anywhere in the world wants to be treated? ok, so you dont want the term "marriage" used, no big, i really dont think the gay and lesbian community is looking to intrude on your vocabulary...but wouldnt you be pissed if the person you loved, and were committed to, were sick and couldnt get the help they needed because the benefits you get dont cover them?
just sayin
so knock it the fuck off
please
Friday, April 17, 2009
jizzed in my pants
Monday, April 13, 2009
Think of something from your childhood. Something you remember clearly, something you can see, feel, maybe even smell, as if you were really there.
After all, you really were there at the time, weren’t you? How else would you remember it? But here is the bombshell: you weren’t there. Not a single atom that is in your body today was there when that event took place. Matter flows from place to place and momentarily comes together to be you. Whatever you are, therefore, you are not the stuff of which you are made. If that doesn’t make the hair on the back of your neck stand up, read it again until it does, because it is important.
— Steve Grand, computer scientist and author of Creation: Life and How to Make It
After all, you really were there at the time, weren’t you? How else would you remember it? But here is the bombshell: you weren’t there. Not a single atom that is in your body today was there when that event took place. Matter flows from place to place and momentarily comes together to be you. Whatever you are, therefore, you are not the stuff of which you are made. If that doesn’t make the hair on the back of your neck stand up, read it again until it does, because it is important.
— Steve Grand, computer scientist and author of Creation: Life and How to Make It
Sunday, April 12, 2009
fair warning
one month from tuesday, life is good again
me attempting to avoid a panic attack at 35,000 feet, and liz attempting to stay between the lines on the road, both headed to minne
twin cities beware
in 32 days, we take the world (or a state) by storm
me attempting to avoid a panic attack at 35,000 feet, and liz attempting to stay between the lines on the road, both headed to minne
twin cities beware
in 32 days, we take the world (or a state) by storm
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I have found my calling...
So, when it comes to english homework I help my brother as much as possible. Today he had to write a poem with rhyming couplets, alliteration and each line had to have 10 to 14 syllables in the form of a pilgrim tale like Chaucer. Apparently when I set out to rhyme I do it in the form of old school rap.
Da King on Da Quest
By Chris Leiss
There was this king born in nineteen ninety one
He inherited some bling from the flava one
He was 5 foot 9, one hundred sixty pounds
He stayed in the ring for one hundred fifty rounds
He honed his hoodie even in the heat
His feet found fool’s faces and they were beat
Black was his color, he wore it all the time
From his mouth came a million dope rhymes
His huge head held a hat, high on his hair
He could carry colossal loads and not even care
He drove a Dodge Dakota down da street
In all these fights, he never smelled defeat
He wasn’t good with math, or English either
‘Cause when it comes to cars he smokes deceivers
So when it comes to skating, he schools Tony Hawk
He rides dem four wheels up and down da block
He owns the busy streets of his kingdom, Bizzo
He runs his royal roads with an iron fist, yo
In this cool, quick quest he certainly cannot fail
Got his ice ice baby in the form of the holy grail
Da King on Da Quest
By Chris Leiss
There was this king born in nineteen ninety one
He inherited some bling from the flava one
He was 5 foot 9, one hundred sixty pounds
He stayed in the ring for one hundred fifty rounds
He honed his hoodie even in the heat
His feet found fool’s faces and they were beat
Black was his color, he wore it all the time
From his mouth came a million dope rhymes
His huge head held a hat, high on his hair
He could carry colossal loads and not even care
He drove a Dodge Dakota down da street
In all these fights, he never smelled defeat
He wasn’t good with math, or English either
‘Cause when it comes to cars he smokes deceivers
So when it comes to skating, he schools Tony Hawk
He rides dem four wheels up and down da block
He owns the busy streets of his kingdom, Bizzo
He runs his royal roads with an iron fist, yo
In this cool, quick quest he certainly cannot fail
Got his ice ice baby in the form of the holy grail
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