Friday, March 27, 2009
You know how I know you're gay? You hang out with these guys.
So I don't know who the fuck did what or why, but this week has been just a giant mess of cloudiness, rain, and bullshit. I hobnobbed with some knobslobs, and have basically decided that working for the weekend is like eating vegetables to take healthier dumps. You gotta do the former, but you shouldn't do the latter rarely.
Anyways, let's get on to some weird-ass internet curios.
Lattimer and I like two things: Blood and cute, fluffy animals. Splendid.
So if you say "youtube," Chris Bosh can hear you. That is unless you are the mother to his kid, of course. Anyways, I am a fan of this idea.
Remember: If you wake up in a plane, chug a Red Bull and jump the hell out.
Sometimes, I'm happier than normal that I am related to a six-year-old. All of you are just going to look weird if you go see this movie in the theaters.
In honor of the newest rule established by the NFL, here's a prime example of something you USED to watch football for, and now will never see again.
Ok. Going to be cold this weekend for some damn reason. Whatever, I won't be at work.