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May 31, 2006
Enough Of This
But,
When I am filled I can point the way. When I am empty, nothing moves me. I have two skins, one without and one within.
What am I?
***UPDATE***
Ironnerd nailed it.
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Another Missing Number
What number replaces the question mark?
7 3 4 8
9 11 ? 5
6 9 4 1
4 1 1 4
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Well, He Didn't Puke
Turn the speakers on, and play all three scenes.
From the infamous Catfish.
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May 30, 2006
Numbers
What number should replace the question mark below?
6 3 4 6
5 5 7 4
8 3 4 8
3 9 7 ?
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May 29, 2006
Place Value Systems
I find it interesting the Maya used a vigesimal (base twenty) system of numeration.
The first five in the vigesimal system are 1, 20, 400, 8000, 160000.
In a decimal (base ten) system of numeration.
The first five are 1, 10 100, 1000, 10000.
I also find it interesting that the Maya understood the value of Zero. Most of the world's civilizations had no concept of zero at that time.
Think about that. By understanding the concept of zero, you cannot confuse one place with another.
Fact: The Mayans were a thousand years more advanced than the rest of the world when it came to mathematics.
Many believe the reason for base 20 arose from the ancient Maya who counted on both their fingers and their toes.
Who knows.
The Mayan concern for understanding the cycles of celestial bodies, particularly the Sun, the Moon and Venus, led them to accumulate a large set of highly accurate observations. An important aspect of their cosmology was the search for major cycles, in which the position of several objects repeated.
-L F Rodriguez
What happened to 'em? Any thoughts?
Sometimes I think too much.
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The World Is “Maybe� Too Fucking Flat…
…and Got-Dam, I’m Fucking Pissed.
My woman and I were issued travel vouchers from the fucking “Greek� airline because they had a “practice strike� and cancelled our outbound flight from another country. They put us up in a cheesy casino that smelled like shit, and now…I’m really double fucking pissed. There is more to that story…I just haven’t posted about it.
I have all the documentation. I tried to book two domestic round trip tickets online, using the fucking Greek airlines website. No can do. They are about as inefficient as anything I’ve ever seen.
I Google their reservations 800 number, call it, and who do I get? Some bimbo, in New Fucking Delhi, India. This imbecile informed me that she could, as a courtesy to me, hold a reservation for 24 hours, but I would have to go to the airport and speak with a customer service representative at the ticket counter to actually book my flights. What the Fuck!!!
That is all for now. I’m not finished with these motherfuckers yet. This was just a fucking scrimmage.
The bottom line is: Since the world is so flat; I’m able to do things that wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t…and I’m grateful for that, but shit like this really pisses me off.
Come to think of it…we did it to ourselves. Self inflicted. The .com boom was a great idea, but we didn’t think it through, and it screwed us in the end.
We’re fucked.
Dirt in the fuel line, so to speak.
I’m fucking sorry about fucking cussing so fucking much, but this fucking shit fucking pisses me fucking off.
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Thank You
Took this on Thursday, December 08, 2005, 12:55:14 PM...and I had tears in my eyes.
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Counterclockwise 230 + MPH
Can you imagine driving a car at that speed? I've driven 150, and ridden faster, but I’ve never done 230 MPH laps or 250 + MPH in the straights. I’ll tell you, 150 MPH is too fast, but 250 + is way too fast. But, I guess, doing those speeds in a car designed for ‘em is no different than doing ‘em in a German piece of engineering. I mean, my car will do 150 easy, and it feels like 70, maybe. What’s the difference? 100 fucking miles an hour.
I’ve always wanted to add the Indianapolis 500 to my list of things I’ve done and seen, and I have it on good authority, a seat right behind the pits is the place to be.
I ran it by my Bitch, and she informed me, “That’s a Boy Dog trip�.
Anyone interested? I’m going next year.
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May 28, 2006
For All My Texas Buddies
It Sure Got Cold After The Rain Fell
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The Steel Drum
My woman and I were in St. Croix, I think, when I fell in love with the Steelpan…aka the Steel Drum. I was drunk in a bar dancing and listening to a Calypso band, and I just had to get on stage and play the damn thing. Two Skip, the drummers’ name, was happy to oblige me…and laugh at with me. That was a damn good time. Yabu likes to have him some fun, playing the Amoco Drum.
A Steel Drum is pure innovation. They are made from a 55-gallon oil drum, which is constructed by pounding "sinking� the top of the oil drum into a bowl-like shape. The drum is tempered over a fire until it is "white hot" and allowed to cool. Then the notes are laid out, shaped, grooved, and tuned with a variety of hammers and other tools used for beating the shit out of something. The note's size corresponds to the pitch - the larger the oval, the lower the tone. Some of ‘em have the notes outlined on ‘em, but if you made it yourself, you don’t need that. Very very cool...which means they are all different.
Also, just in case you're wondering, the Steel Drum is the only percussion/non-electric acoustic instrument to be invented in the 20th century, and they were first created using steel drums discarded by the US military.
I have a small one hanging on my dining room wall.
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May 27, 2006
Knee Pads
I asked my woman to get me some knee pads.
She said, "Are you talking about rug-fucking"?
I said, "No, I need to tend my garden".
Which is kinda same thing if you know what I mean.
Hahahahahahahaha!!!
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Serpent Devourer
Do you know why there arn't any snakes on Caribbean Islands?
The mongoose was introduced from India by sugarcane farmers to eradicate the destructive cane rat. The experiment did not succeed because the rats climbed into the trees and remained safe from the mongoose.
The mongoose soon gained notoriety as it turned to poultry, ground-nesting birds, even fish and crabs, but the mongoose does much better with snakes, even poisonous ones. In fact, it has long been called serpent devourer. The mongoose is not immune to snake bites, It doesn't need to be. Its success lay in its agility and its ability to judge accurately the next move of a snake. These fuckers are fast beyond belief.
Its fight with the snake begins when the mongoose provokes the snake to attack. When it strikes the mongoose deftly moves out of range. After a repeat strike, the mongoose is generally ready to close the deal. When the snake is extended at the end-range of its strike, It springs and clamps its jaws on the snake's head before it can recoil and the fat lady has sung. Mongoose 1, snake 0. A mongoose is never defeated. They eat the snake, including the poison glands, which are harmless in the mongoose's stomach.
I've seen 'em, and they are bad to the bone.
Just is case you were wondering.
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May 25, 2006
The A Team
Yabu made the A team.
Very cool...means a lot to me.
You know who you are...Thank you!
I feel the same.
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May 23, 2006
Death From Above
I'm thinking about taking up Falconry.
A Peregrine Falcon can do 180 MPH in a dive.
I've always been facinated with Birds of Prey.
Whatever its form, the essence of falconry is simple. Training is based entirely on dieting and reward. First the hawk's weight is carefully reduced until it feeds happily on the glove. Then it is coaxed into stepping onto the fist, this becomes a hop, followed by short flights (albeit still restrained by a light line). When the bird comes instantly over long distances, this is removed and it flies free. From now the only reason the hawk returns is because it chooses to - unlike a dog, remonstration is worse than useless, serving only to confirm its latent suspicion that life is better on its own.
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The History of the Middle Finger
Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").
Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew!
Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F,' and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute!
It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird.
IT IS STILL AN APPROPRIATE SALUTE TO THE FRENCH TODAY!
And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing!
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May 22, 2006
30 Questions
Brazenly ripped from Dash Riprock who stolt it from El Capitan who stole it from someone else.
Here goes.
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? Yes. Many times in many countries. I once had a couple of cops who pulled me over every opportunity they had. That’s when I learned the benefits of welding metal boxes to vehicle frames.
2. Do you close your eyes on roller coaster? No, I have a need for the thrill. I don’t close ‘em when I Bungee jump either.
3. When's the last time you've been sledding? It’s been awhile, but I grew up sledding. Hey Dash…sledding is a great beer-drinking activity. You don’t need a cooler.
4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? I’d rather sleep with my woman, but I have slept with a dog.
5. Do you believe in ghosts? I don’t want to, but I swear I think I’ve seen one.
6. Do you consider yourself creative? Depends on what you mean by creative. Is mischief creative?.
7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife? Hell fucking yes. He sliced ‘em both up. No doubt in my mind.
8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie? Neither one, but Angelina has soup-cooling lips. I like a woman with soup-cooling lips. My woman has ‘em.
9. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics? I don’t know as much as I should. Sometimes I confuse politics with issues. It’s a fine gray line.
10. Do you know how to play poker? Yes, but maybe I’m bluffing.
11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Yes, many times.
12. What's your favorite commercial? I hate commercials.
13. Who was your first love? My first love is my bitch, but I’ve been infatuated many times.
14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light? Not unless I'm being chased by the cops.
15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? No, and if you believe that you must believe that Iran won’t nuke Israel the first chance they have.
16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees? Green Bay Packers. I’m still pissed off at the baseball strike in 1994.
17. Have you ever been Ice Skating? Yes. Busted my ass.
18. How often do you remember your dreams? Only the ones I want to.
19. What's the one thing on your mind? I’ll never tell.
20. Do you always wear your seat belt? Yes. It only took one time of my face meeting the steering wheel. I’m not doing that again…ever.
21. What talent do you wish you had? Music, but unfortunately I don’t have the ear. I started playing the guitar when I was a kid, but gave it up. Anyone can learn notes and cords, but if you can’t tune it…why bother. And if you spell chords as cords…why bother.
22. Do you like Sushi? Yes. I like bait as well.
23. What do you wear to bed? Depends on what bed I’m in.
24. Do you truly hate anyone? No, not truly. I seriously dislike some people, though. Ditto Dash.
25. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? Domino.
26. Do you know anyone in jail? Yes, and I’ll leave it at that.
27. What food do you find disgusting? Any fast food. I don’t eat it.
28. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? No, that’s no fun. I’m a face-to-face person. Trust me on this.
29. Have you ever been punched in the face? Yes, punched, and kicked. I had my nose broken by a beautiful girl who was trying to teach me how to execute a flying spinning heel kick. That’s when I learned…if you can’t see it, you can’t block it. She was fast.
30. Do you believe in angels and demons? Not really, but I know some really good people, and some really bad people. Depends on the context I guess.
This would be a short glance at Yabu.
Steal it if you like.
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May 21, 2006
Regarding My Previous Post
That is one of the strangest things I've ever experienced, and I've seen a lot of crazy shit. It only lasted for, maybe, two or three seconds...and I've been thinking about it ever since.
Now, I remember the sounds, and when it flapped its wings for altitude...I felt the air.
Damn...I must be losing my shit.
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I Swear To The Maker…
...I can’t make this up.
It was absolutely beautiful today in Juju Land. Absolutely a 100% get-down downtown perfect day.
Anyway, I’m in the kitchen cooking up a little Chicken Parmesan for my woman, and I hear something outside.
I walk to the door and almost stepped outside. Shit…all I had time to do was raise my arms and cover my face…there was a mature Red-tailed hawk…in flight…wings spread three-four feet…I mean a three-four fucking foot wingspan…huge… about two feet from my face. Looked like a damn Pterodactyl. I screamed, and fell back through the door. It scared the living shit out of me. My woman came running, my dog came running, and I’m on my ass on the fucking kitchen floor. I shit you not! This was a BIG hawk. Biggest one I’ve ever seen, and the only one I’ve ever seen that close. I saw his or her talons up close…way to close...I could almost smell ‘em. I also saw two male Blue Jays right on its ass. It is amazing what you can see in a split second.
If I hadn’t walked to the door, at that exact moment, and unknowingly blocked its approach, it and the pursuers would have been having dinner with me.
I, again, swear to the Maker…in all my years…this was a first.
In the end, the Chicken Parmesan kicked ass!!!
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May 20, 2006
Call The Ball
I've been reading him for a long time, and it just gets better and better.
Neptunus Lex is downtown.
When you have some time, check this out.
Aside from his Blogvel, he runs a great blog.
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Bob Fucking Sledder Maniac
| You Are Bobsledding |
 Your need for speed could have you blazing past the finish line! |
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Fish Story
With all the alligator stories going around, I thought I'd tell you mine.
Well, maybe later…although I do have a good one, it can wait.
Instead, I’ll tell you about a big fish.
Have you ever really been scared?
When I was living on the Atlantic coast in North Florida, I had a two-man Air Force survival raft. One day when the surf was up, a friend and I decided to paddle out past the breakers and ride the 10-foot swells. We were in the bottom of a swell about 500 yards off shore, paddling and splashing around like children, when a shark surfaced in the top of the swell ABOVE us. I could see it's eye, it's teeth, and it was longer than the raft. I could have touched it with the oar. The shark circled 270 degrees around the raft, and then submerged. We thought, "Damn - it's going to ram us". Needless to say, we stopped paddling and sat up on the sides of the raft, and waited. When you’re sitting on the edge, it's hard to maintain stability. I don't know whether or not I should have been, but I was actually scared at that moment. I really was FUCKING scared. It was a big-ass shark.
Aside from being burned alive, I think being ripped apart and eaten by a fucking shark would be some Bad Bad Juju.
We decided, rather than draw attention to us by paddling and making a bunch of noise, we'd just drift into shore. Problem was, we were in a sideways current that was taking us toward a jetty where the waves were breaking on the rocks. We thought that would probably kill us, and it damn near did, but it was better than being eaten.
Seems funny now…and I have the scars to prove it.
It was a long wait.
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Sweet
As I've said before...I'm fond of sharp edges. These are slow-dancing.
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Thought Of The Moment
Some people are just too FUCKING STUPID to have a computer.
That's why there are Windows.
Just jump the fuck out...
Hahahahahaha!!!!
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Feeding At The Public Trough...
...or politicians and their hangers-on fattening themselves on public funds, has Biblical roots. It recalls how the Prodigal Son, at his lowest, ate from a trough with the swine.
Reminds me of a certain political party class of people...
I'm just sayin'...this shit has been going on forever.
Bad Bad Juju I say...
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Soldiers Disease
Just in case you're wondering, is Is a term for morphine addiction. The Civil War produced over 400,000 morphine addicts.
...addiction is easy to acquire, hard to kick, and is a publicly noticed, i.e. asocial, problem...
Bottom line: a junky is a junky...self-inflicted or not.
That is some Bad bad Juju.
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May 18, 2006
Yabu Beats The Rap
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Light Bulb Trap
To make this trap work you must have access inside the victim’s house and it helps if you don't like them very much. To start go into the kitchen where ever your mom keeps her ammonia, and put some in a sealable container that it won't eat through. Next, acquire a medical syringe. Go to the house of the victim and get into a room by yourself. Go to the nearest lamp or light fixture that has a light bulb in it and remove the light bulb. Fill the syringe with the ammonia and make a small puncture in the light bulb. It may sound impossible but it's actually pretty easy. Once you have the ammonia touching the filament in the light bulb stop injecting and replace the bulb. Leave the room and try and stay out of there until the light is turned on. When it is turned on the red-hot filament and the ammonia do all sorts of fun stuff!!....Have fun
Sent to me by a real nut...
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May 17, 2006
Who Do Juju
"You ever heard of juju?"
Skyler shook his head.
"Magic. You talk about this and it'll be the last talkin' you do. You'll just open your mouth and nothin' will come out".
-- John Darnton, The Experiment
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May 15, 2006
Dish Boy
Yeap - that would be me.
My woman and I entered into an agreement shortly after we connected. Obviously, she'd seen too many "shocking" results from the infamous Dr. Yabu's Hot Wash. You let me wash it, and I can almost guarantee the laundry will be a different color afterwards. I do everything on Hot and Hot – both machines. It might’ve been a different color, but it was always clean. Hell, I’ve invented some new colors and sizes...and sizes...and colors...and sizes...and colors.
So, she does the laundry and I do the kitchen. Always.
She probably did me a favor though; I'd much rather be "Dish Boy" than "Pink Boy".
I am the Fucking Man!!!
That is some Juju...
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I'm In Bad Shape...
....my regular high-dollar sunglasses block all the shit that needs to be blocked, but I still can't read, or see detail…like the dashboard, or a book or menu... All they do is keep the bugs and other particles out of my eyes. This is a huge problem for me. I am tired of swapping glasses every time I need to read something. Surgery won't work for me…so; I just got some prescription sunglasses that are the Catdaddy. Expensive and ugly, but they work. Like I give a shit. I am not limited (in my own mind) anymore…Makes a big difference.
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Crackberry Update
I've had this 8700 for a couple of weeks.
Fucking Sweet!!!!
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May 13, 2006
Between Your Legs
You must go between your legs to change direction. I have these, but they're a little heavy. I'm downshifting (until I regain the Juju) for the sake of my nuts and elbows. Going to do some walnut, I think. I cracked myself so hard "on my elbow"; I thought I was going to pass fucking out. I was down on my knees in pain.
I'm fucking rusty, and that is some Bad Bad Juju.
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People Of The Sun
I'm thinking this will be my next trip.
Machu Pichu is waiting for Yabu.
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The Ninja-Foot Of Life ?
This fucker is crazy, but he is right. I agree. Dreams make you think, and thinking makes you smart, and the smarter you are...the more opportunities you'll have, and the more of those opportunities you take advantage of...the better life you'll have.
After all, that's what it's all about.
I think.
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Be Honest
Attention All Bloggers...or K-Mart Shoppers...Blue Light Special on Isle 2.
Do you blog for the hits, or you do this shit for some other reason? And if so, what is it and why?
I'm just curious.
I dare you to tell the truth.
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Is It The Truth...
...or was it a coverup?
I am in no way a conspiracy theorist, but I just finished reading “The Third Terrorist�…and I do wonder.
Remember, in 1995, Bill Clinton was driving.
You should read it and draw your own conclusions.
I don’t believe Jayna Davis wrote it for fame or fortune.
I’m just saying.
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May 12, 2006
My Grandfather Sled
When I was a kid, my Grandfather made a sled for me. It was customized for my size, and the fastest sled of all. He fabricated the rails, carved the wood, put it all together, and let me choose the paint. At that time of my life – I chose Maroon. This Puppy was bad. It was the memory. I was so PROUD!!!
It snowed more back then, and I lived on a very steep hill that was perfect for high speed, hang-on with all you have, mailbox dodging, races for the bottom. Even after I applied a generous portion of soap or candle wax to the rails, it was still a 90 second ride. I mean I could outrun the dogs, and everyone else. I became a neighborhood legend. My mother received phone calls from other mothers saying I was going too fast. I must tell you, that made me feel good. I would relate this to my Grandfather, and it made him proud as well (I could tell). He would tweak my sled to make it even faster. I was challenged often, and never lost. I was the “Fastest�. It was a good time of my life, and I remember it well.
I also remember the boys who stole it from me, set it on fire, and laughed at me when I cried tears of rage. They were jealous.
But, I also remember their faces when I set their fucking treehouse on fire.
The Juju has been with me since I was young.
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I’m a European American
Bullshit!
Americans are Americans plain and simple. I’m sick and tired of hearing African American, Asian American, Mexican American, Hispanic American, whatever, etc, etc, bla bla bla, bitch and complain.
I’m also sick and tired of hearing about Slavery and Reparations. Slavery was, and is, wrong, but I did not participate. I DID NOT PARTICIPATE!
Some Americans continue to rant and rave about slavery and injustice. Well here’s one for you. The Europeans, climbed aboard boats, sailed into the sunset, and basically stole two continents from the natives.
What do you think about that?
I think most people confuse injustice with progress. I guess it’s all a mater of perspective.
And for the record: Some Americans tell other "ethnic" Americans to “go back to somewhere�. This is incorrect because 99% of the Americans being told to “go back� to somewhere have never been to "somewhere" in the first place. So, how could they go back?
If you want to tell someone to go back to somewhere, first ensure they’ve been there before.
I'm a Blue Eyed Mutt...nevertheless, I'm an American!!!
I think we should just fucking shoot all illegal aliens, and be done with it.
While my guns are still loaded; I’d shoot all of the liberal Democrat tree-hugging idiots as well.
Then I'd shoot their dogs.
I hate liberal Democrat dogs.
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Just So You know
The U.S. interstate highway system requires that 1 mile in every 5 must be straight. These sections can be used as airstrips in a time of war or other emergencies.
I call that thinking ahead.
Hahahahahaaaa!!!!
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May 11, 2006
GrooveZilla
I've got a little Zilla Groove going on...or something like that.
Do you believe I hung out with these people? I do. I still do...
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This Is So Stupid...
Not many people know that Thomas Edison was a avid fisherman. He usually included some trout fishing in his infrequent vacations.
During one such trip to the west he was befriended by an Indian tribe. They provided free room and board, as well as expert fishing guides for his stay. On his first night he discovered that the only sanitary facility was an old-fashioned outhouse. To make things worse it had no light even though the village had electricity in the homes.
As a thank-you gift for their kindnesses, Edison purchased the necessary materials and personally installed lighting in the Indians privvy.
He thus became the first person to wire a head for a reservation.
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May 08, 2006
Letter Order In Words
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Fcuknig amzanig huh?
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May 06, 2006
I Would Love To Meet This Dick
Fuck Patrick Kennedy...
...the deceitful lying sack of motherfucking shit asshole.
Fuck him. Fuck his father. Fuck his grandfather. Fuck his great grandfather. Fuck his great great grandfather...and on and on.
Obliviously...you know how I feel about this piece of shit...and his family...the so-called Amenican Royalty...which makes me sick to even think about.
"At no time before the incident did I consume any alcohol," Kennedy said in a statement Thursday.
Lying piece of shit!!!
Anyone have a problem with that?
Don't get me started. I would throw his ass off the bridge, or bus, or under the truck.
Fucking Dirtball.
Bottom Line: Patrick Kennedy is a piece of shit.
Wow...I feel better now!
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I Can See Clear (For Miles)
I had a full eye exam and I'm good to go. Thanks to the Maker.
The problem is...I have to wear shit that loops around my ears; and that ain't cool.
I'm going for some Infraed...
...night vision.
Thermal Imaging is very cool.
I kid you not.
Posted by Yabu at 12:28 AM | The Present
May 05, 2006
The Fastest Two Minutes In Sports
Just so you know:
The thoroughbred is the fastest breed of horse in the world, and can maintain a speed of 45 miles per hour for a distance of more than a mile, making the Derby's 1¼ mile-long race the fastest two minutes in sports.
The typical thoroughbred horse is capable of running only a quarter of a mile or so at its peak speed, so much of the strategy of racing is determining the best moment at which to start the burst.
Colts and geldings can't carry more than 126 pounds, and fillies can't carry more than 121 pounds.
And in the final stretch the horses jockey for position and make their furious dash for the finish line. In 127 races, only 21 horses have ever led from start to finish, so expect some excitement in the last quarter-mile.
And remember that in the end it's not the jockey; owner or trainer that is the difference between winning and losing . . . it's usually the horse's nose.
I'll be doing some Squirrel Burgoo (directions under Read More) made from the dead ones that stay, as they lay, in the back yard. After all, I did shoot ‘em. I don’t want to waste anything. They’ve been slow cooked by God’s own sun for over a week. Ripe they are.
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May 5th Explanation
Most people don't know that back in 1912, Hellmann's mayonnaise was manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York.
This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico. But as we know, the great ship did not make it to New York. The ship hit an iceberg and sank, and the cargo was forever lost.
The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate at the loss. Their anguish was so great, that they declared a National Day of Mourning, which they
still observe to this day.
The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known, of course, as Sinko de Mayo.
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May 01, 2006
Punching Out
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