Evening Reading

I do not know if someone else has already posted this link, but if you feel like wasting 5 minutes of your life that you'll never get back, check this out:

http://www.maximumlinux.com/userfriendly/

It is screamingly hilarious, just like the comic strip itself. That is, if you think getting a rabid gerbil with sharp claws up your ass is screamingly hilarious.

Dont Look Down!

There's a tight rope walker 300 feet in the air just starting to walk. On the other side of the world there is a 21 year old guy getting a blowjob from an 85 year old woman.
At the exact same time what are they both thinking?

Dr.Lao
...allow me to demonstrate...the skill of Shaolin...the special techniqe of shadow boxing...

omg..........

i dont know the ra3 server addr for da' shack.....

well, i can tell u this... the hard core competition is already playing RA3 and has abandond the DM team bull shit. As good as Campgrounds was... it aint shit compared to RA3.........

whell... that sounds like a challenge....... sorta......

i think da' shack has an RA3 server....

just post the port addr. and im there buddy.... I still remember the site addr. ;)

thanx Darius........ now what is the link to Google....

I want to be able to look up songs...... just like u did. :)

Chow baby.....

The shack looks very strange at 1920x whatever it is

wooooooo

everything does

the text is so small! :)

Anyone know the name of "The Cult" song that goes...

"You are my angle with the broken wing.... chow baby"

or something like that....

Long jealous of the statistical fact that women tend to live longer then men, German scientists just may have discovered a way to even out years of inequality.
A new study revealed that staring at women's breasts is good for men's health and may actually increase their life span. (!)
The study, published in the New England Journal of Medicine, indicated that a 10-minute daily ogle may ultimately add four or five years to a man's life and is as salutary as half an hour in the gym, researchers said.
The five-year study of 200 men consisted of a rigorous routine of carefully eyeing every curve of every passing woman.

Who would win in a fight MacGyver or a speeding truck?

Whats rong with this name? PADMAN

Lex Leathal Released New Gay Sex Position, thats good news for Gareth Bryne

oh, and a note to the charator in the #66 story....

Get past your anger at the world, get your head togather, have some respect for yourself and the ppl around u, get a job, quit the drugs and the excuses, and life can be pretty good. Its just that simple... or as complicated as u make it.

* ok, the story kinda got me thinkin'

Hitler made several mistakes, one of which was:

1. He should have headed east, and Japan headed west. Together, they could have dominated the fertile Asian continent. With enough oil reserves to tackle bigger projects. At Germany's peak of force build up, Russia was hardly a threat; it was the supply problems that forced Germany to abandon their northern campaign. Germany's war machine had to rely on imported oil, not domestic crude, and we all know that Germany out-distanced their thin supply lines, leaving their tanks frozen and empty of fuel. The same held true for their southern African campaign. The Axis could have secured an economic victory, simply by having the necessary raw resources to fuel such grand plans as 'world domination'.

At least this theory works in 'Axis And Allies'.

Thanks!

-Lex

Godwin's Law prov.

[Usenet] "As a Usenet discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one." There is a tradition in many groups that, once this occurs, that thread is over, and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever argument was in progress. Godwin's Law thus practically guarantees the existence of an upper bound on thread length in those groups.

http://www.tuxedo.org/~esr/jargon/html/entry/Godwin%27s-Law.html

ok, I'm wondering if anybody here has the old picture of steve modeling? I need it for uhh... I just need it though.

Seriously though I need it for my icewind dale character. heh, I thoguht it would be fitting. Anybody have a link? I can't find it using search

After I got out of high school I knew everything there was about the world, so I left my home of New Orleans for Atlanta with my friends, Jimbo and Rabbi, in a borrowed Chevy Nova. Our plan was to live in the car, meet girls and move in with them, get jobs at record stores, and spend the rest of our time listening to music and going to shows. But, none of us could get jobs, the girls we met weren't too hip on letting homeless punks crash in their beds, and the Nova got towed. We barely had cash to eat, much less spend on shows. At the time we blamed our lack of worldly success on the fact that society was repressive and fucked up. In hindsight, I think it had something to do with the fact that I had a blue buzzcut, a bull ring through my nose, and would show up to get Pizza Hut applications in boots, camo pants, and an Agnostic Front T-shirt that I hadn't changed for a week. The word "fucking" found itself placed 3 or 4 times in any sentence I haphazardly threw together, even when talking to the manager. I didn't have a clue as to what it took to carve out a chunk of the real world, and I didn't give a damn about learning.

The fun life I was chasing wasn't too fun, and was getting worse daily. Probably the only thing that saved me from getting killed were my straightedge beliefs, keeping me off the crack and away from the Night Train. I can't imagine what would've happened to me if I'd been stumbling around downtown loaded all the time (As opposed to DRIVING around downtown loaded like I do now). I slept in a pile of clothes in an abandoned warehouse. I was constantly sick. I became a habitat for a rude family of biting fleas (you just haven't lived until you shoplift a bottle of flea and tick pet shampoo and wash your pubes in a gas station bathroom). I got beat up three times, the last time getting my boots stolen by a mini-van of suburban skinheads cruising downtown for bums to thrash. Creepy dudes in nice cars offered me money to go home with them. I was soaking wet for days after it rained. My stomach was eating itself from being empty all the time. I was getting kicked out of fast food places for just walking through the front door. People either ignored me or stared; I was an object for them to project their fears, and reaffirm their beliefs in normalcy and the payoff from a hard day of work. I could taste the rotting of my own teeth. I couldn't even get laid anymore. Yeah, this was the life.

I called my parents from a payphone every now and then and lied, telling them I was working at a record label, telling them the sirens in the background were from my new TV in my new apartment. They were cool about everything, asking me to come home and visit soon. Yeah, sure, if I can get off work.

The worst part of being on the street was that it was my choice to be there. I packed the bag, I jumped in the car, and I left home. I expected freedom, but I got the biggest set of shackles this side of prison. It sucked. I didn't want sympathy, pity, or a shoulder to cry on. I wanted a huge dinner, a decent lay, and a bed to sleep in. I was miserable, and things weren't getting any better. So, unlike my friends, I admitted defeat, panhandled for a bus ticket, and went back home to New Orleans. I was only homeless for 3 months, but it was enough for me. I went home and told my parents everything. They were surprisingly cool, and they should have been; their punkass whiny know-it-all son got his ass kicked by the world and was now more receptive to whatever advice they had to give. My dad, who I had though was a chump for getting up every morning at 5am to go work in a factory all day, 5 days a week for the past 20 years, suddenly had his hero status back. It wasn't lack of intelligence that kept him there, it was sheer strength of will to raise a family.

As for my friends, they ended up moving to the north suburbs and crashing on the floors of these guys that ran a Little Caesar's Pizza joint. Jumbo got a job at the L.C. where he probably still works. From what I heard, Rabbi stayed high on the couch for six months straight, watching talk shows and cartoons all day. He stopped talking altogether. One day he wasn't there when everyone came home from work, and no one saw him for a few months after that. Everyone thought he just went drifting, or maybe met a girl, but the police found his body in a drainage ditch near Fulton County Stadium, stabbed to death. It could just as easily been me. The funeral was in New Orleans, and just me and his family showed up.

Which isn't to say I suddenly learned a lesson, grew up, got normal, and started pursuing a degree in business. If anything, it strengthened my resolve to succeed on my own terms, to remain a fuck, and somehow make a living at the same time. It gave me a lot of perspective on what's important. Any stupid thing that comes up in my life now seems minuscule compared to those months. Even today, as long as I got a bed crash on and a place to keep my boots, I'm happy. Anything beyond that is a luxury. It also taught me that it's OK to quit something that sucks, if starting over again will set you further ahead. Your ego can talk all day, your ideals can build self-worshipping altars in your brain, but your mouth still needs to be fed.

fatbeaner

www.blindwino.com/driver.html <--- good shit

Anyone know the name of "The Cult" song that goes...

"You are my angle with the broken wing.... chow baby"

or something like that....

* im trolling napster for songs now ;)

woah, am i the only one that thinks that lady
http://www.cnn.com/2000/US/08/18/woman.found/story.tooter.hospital.jpg
sorta looks like madeline albright
http://www.starcenter.com/madln1.jpg
on a bad day?

i just thoughta sumthin...

ive been hearin about mp3's so much, is there an mp4 or mp5(besides the submachinegun)? if there are such kinds of files, then these files would be improvements right? like the same quality in sound but half the size or sum shit? also, is all the craze about mp3s slowin down the progression of a better format (like mp4)? and most of all, when a better format comes out, then all the companies that make mp3 portables are just suck with a buncha paperweights right?

fatbeaner

btw, my favorite military genius is Corporal Hicks (Aliens), followed by my favorite military dumbass, which is a tie between Private Hudson (Aliens) and Private Pyle (Full Metal Jacket)

I read something about AAC file format which was just officially specified. At the same bitrate they sound much better than MP3 and are HALF the size. Daaaaaamn, where can I get me an encoder/player for that.

Or perhaps...

As In 9 (Minutes).

Does that time include warmup and cooldown?

Thanks!

-Lex

I come home from work to find my friends, and another installment of 'Evening Reading', ready and waiting. What could be better?

Thanks!

-Lex

Thought you guys would find this funny,
I was on my way home(CT) from boston with the lady
and she decided she too horny to wait until she got home so we get off the interstate in rhode island find a desolate spot and proceed to do the do, five minutes after we are finished foggin up the car
i see a Van pull up behind and two cops jump out.....
When the cops realized what was going on they laughed like and idiots and made vaious off color Jokes

The moral of the story?
WTF do you need a moral for!

Assin9 = Ass In 9 Minutes (or your money back!)

Thanks!

-Lex

I wonder how much he actually makes. Same with JeffK

boy am i bored
how i wish i could fine some good entertainment!

doh i cant spell... try again.

boy am i bored
how i wish i could find some good entertainment!

damnIt

God I'm bored, and i've exhausted my options already...