I'm having a hard time dealing with the idea of how much Fireball Island used to rock when I was a kid. I don't even know that I actually played it correctly, but I do know that it rocked my f*cking socks off. It's that simple.
If anyone out there hasn't seen Napoleon Dynamite yet, turn off your PC, go to Best Buy, purchase the DVD, stop by the grocery store on your way home, pick up some corn dogs and some Boones Farm (preferrably Sangria), rush home driving at least twice the posted speed limit the entire way, and brace yourself for one of the best, most quotable movies of your life.
Ok, so I watched SAW last night, and I'm conflicted. I'm conflicted because I think the movie had vast amounts of potential, but bad follow through. The worst part of the entire movie is, by far, the horrendous acting. That aside, check it out. Good ending. Good premise. Bad acting. You weigh that all out for yourself.
So, here we are a year later and I've gotten nothing accomplished. Pretty ridiculous actually. Hopefully, in the near future I'll be up and running again. I'm hoping with as frequent of updates as before, if not better. We'll just have to see. Anyway, I'm out for now.
As a regular visitor to the strip club, I thought I knew my surroundings
pretty well. But something had been bugging me for a long while.
Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Then it hit me. The
dancing, topless girls, numbering twelve in total, all bore a striking
resemblance to Jay Leno.
I think the best way to argue with someone is whenever they make a point say "That sounds like something Hitler might say." They'll get really quiet, and you can then make a counter-point.