Hi. This week will feature a small budget, independent film that almost no one has seen. It is a wonderful representation of the struggle of good and evil in the universe and ultimately in one’s self. I speak of a movie called Star Wars. I’ll pause here while you search the intertits for a page, paragraph, or image related to this little known gem of cinematic art.
I have no idea who this model is, and she doesn’t exactly represent the normal theme of the Friday Fap Fest™ but, damn, this is hotter than a 1000 suns, in a 1000 microwaves, in Mila Kunis’ kitchen. Please allow me to Force myself on you….Imperial Guardette.
(wherein I provide content in an attempt to make this place more like a blog and less like a chat room)
The sunuvabitch is incredibly handsome. He never has to work out and yet he has the perfect body. Strong as all hell, x-ray vision, home in the beautiful Arctic Circle and, though I have no proof of this other than listening to Xbrad talk about his fevered Superman fan-fic, I’m also going to assume he has a huge dick.
Plus, he can fly.
And now this???
Now he has the hottest chick in comic book history as well?!?!1!? Fucking prick bastard. HEY! SUPERMAN! HOW’S ABOUT LEAVING A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR US MERE MORTALS, HUH? You greedy fuck. Read More…
Things I’ve learned in the last two days:
1) If a new video game arrives on Friday, it can eat your weekend.
2) Rain is the only thing that lets me sleep past 630.
3) Plan-B primarily functions by delaying ovulation.
It’s raining like mad here, which is a pleasant surprise, but I can’t remember the last time it rained when the sun was up, so it’s also sort of creepy.
This poat has absolutely ZERO redeeming social value.
Unlike Geoff, I bring pie charts of significance!
UPDATE: GMLand Provides a WH Just-Released Photo:
PROOF OF OBL’S DEATH!!1!
Fellow Hostage (heh, he hates it when I call him that……) geoff has hit one out of the park at the mothership:
Ryan’s plan: Necessary, but not Sufficient
Must read, if only too keep yourself from wasting all that time sleeping at night.
I hate the constant refrain of “We are boned” as I think it is far too cynical and negative. But when you read something like this and then realize that it really doesn’t matter to nearly 50% of our population.. you know, the people who thought it was more important to have a President who spoke well as opposed to one who understood the basic concepts of math and economics….. yeah, we are boned.
So I would hereby like to nominate our Post Turtle in Chief for the Nobel Prize in Economics for his truly outstanding handling of our nation’s economy. I mean, if he can get the Peace Prize for doing nothing at all in regards to fomenting world peace besides, ya know, getting elected, what’s to stop him from winning another one for his amazing math skills, amirite?
I was set to get married on Thursday, followed by two days of crazy Pakistani wedding festivities. But on Sunday, it was called it off.
So, here are some songs that are often played at desi weddings nowadays. (“Desi” refers to “South Asian,” that is, India, Pakistani, Bangladesh.) Some of these were to be played at my festivities. Some I would like to have played but were shot down by the parental units as being chichore (cheap, low-class, uncouth). Read More…
So, the left wants the right to tone down its rhetoric in the wake of the Tuscon shootings. Yet, they have this to contend with. I’ll leave it up to you to form your own opinions.
Remember, hate speech can incite people to violence, so watch what you say, you racist, Tea-Partying motherfuckers.