Sweet baby Jesus in a disco, how can it only be Wednesday? All this waking early stuff has left me a broken man. You win Corporate Evil; just let me sleep.
One of the ways in which I appear to be responding to all this sleep deprivation is by randomly making noises. I'll just be sitting there and suddenly I hear myself saying: "Ehhhh."
It will confuse me just as much as everyone around me.
"Why did you just make that noise?"
"I have no idea."
Also, my body seems to really enjoy belching.
I was thinking today: Isn't it odd that there aren't really any superstar centers in (American) football? Considering what a vital position it is on a team, it's strange that no one walks around wearing a center's jersey. I think I'll go out and buy a No. 78 jersey.
I admire the obscure dedication needed to maintain this website.
This will inevitably drop your estimation of me, but I could stare at this all day (possibly not safe for work).
Before, during, and after photos from the tsunami.
There's a special place in hell for you when you drive into a car full of nuns.
"they can be released when doctors determine they are mentally competent" -- Something tells me they won't be released.
"OK, here's a picture of the guy I want you to stab."
"Great. No problem."
Later that night...
You can kind of guess why this guy didn't get any presents.
But he's not the only one. The holiday season just seems to bring out the best in people.
Obviously some people just don't know how to properly celebrate the season. Personally, for my money, there's nothing better than spending the holidays sniffin' glue in a Dumpster.