"Now Sarah, before you punch me there's a few things you should be made privy to. First and foremost is my lack of an arm. You wouldn't hit a one-armed man, would you? Secondly, let me tell you a little about Maracaibo. MARACAIBO SUCKS. Do you know WHY it sucks? Because that's where people pull off FRAME JOBS! And no, no, it's not enough for them ( Read more... )

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I missed you, desktop! Thank you, BleepingComputer, for your magical instructions on fixing my geriatric machine without losing anything ( Read more... )

When the door flew open (but not off its hinges, thankfully), Chid took that to be a bad sign. When the hat careened into his face at mach two, he took that to be a very bad sign ( Read more... )

Today is day thirty-nine. Or forty. I don't know. I threatened to walk out and/or jump out of a window (we reside on the fourteenth floor, so it would be valid). I do not think it had any effect ( Read more... )

FRONTIER! A LAWLESS LAND WHERE MYSTERIOUS DREAMS LINGER IN THE DRY UNFORGIVING GROUND. STIRRED ONLY BY THE RESTLESS FEET... OF A TRUE MAN ( Read more... )

Tuesday March 15, 2011
9:24PM MST
Outside U.S's house

*windows explode from the loud, continous, shriek bordering on a high f*This was a phenomenon that no doubt occurred across the entire continent by prepubescent girls. I may not be a prepubescent girl, but somedays I sure do act like one. To be fair it was more a reaction of 'thank god we don't ( Read more... )

"First we X out the CHRIST part to make it EXTREME!"

I cannot stop laughing. This is one of the greatest things I've ever heard.

SHIT SON. Can you imagine how many GALLONS of fake blood they'd need for this movie? All I'm saying is... BUDDHA MISSION. OH GOD, BUDDHA MISSION. FATALITY!

This music makes me wish I had an X-Gun, just so I could make shit explode to the beat.

So THIS is what love is.

Too bad my inner accountant would never allow me to spend this much for a shirt. But oh my god.... yes. H. Naoto Anarchy line... I'm in love with you. You have inspired me to incorporate a whole new bizarre style of clothing for my favorite male cross dressing fashion disaster.

“I’ll magic you,” Hiskota threatened from nearby. “Of all the stupid… you know what? When you wake up tomorrow, you will pray for a swift death. Not just an ordinary prayer for death one experiences in the vast throes of a particularly unpleasant hangover, but the special kind of prayer reserved for people who are on their tenth day of ( Read more... )