This has to be one of the most fucked up things I have seen ever. Apparantly I-35 is haunted. Haunted with the HOLY GHOST!
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Please, you don’t need a joy buzzer to make a queen on tina feel like he’s on fire. That bitch had his shirt off before he got to the club. And the only reason he’s renounced his sexuality was because it’s apparently the hottest trend in America these days. Plus it makes the bathroom rendevouz that much hotter. -jberke
Solution to this problem: Start holding “gay sieges” at their churches. Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it? -crunchyfrog63
Sarah Sanders is kind of hot though.
I didn’t feel the desires to be with men like I had felt before.
‘Twas the night before the Big XII and all through the land,
not a Tiger was stirring, not even the band.
Their Jockeys were hung by the locker with care,
in hopes that the Sooners soon would be there.
Truman was nestled all snug in his bed,
while visions of the BCS danced in his head.
And Pinkel in his kerchief full of Tiger pride,
and Bob and the Sooners ready to ride.
When down in San Antone there arose such a clatter,
Chase sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
He realized the Option was gone in a flash,
and Maclin’s dreams of running had just been dashed.
The Tiger tight ends trembled as they watched the show,
A Crimson and Cream luster set the horizon aglow.
When what to their wondering eyes should they find,
but a miniature Schooner, seven National Titles behind.
With a wizened old driver, skilled in leading his troops,
they knew in a moment it must be Bob Stoops.
More rapid than Temple his players they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
‘On Bradford, on Joe John, now Patrick and Murray!
On Chris Brown! On Iglesias! On Hartley and Kelly!
To the top of the conference! To the top of it all!
Now dash their hopes! Dash their dreams! Dash away all!’
And then in a twinkling, the Tigers fought back a scream,
and Chase saw the last of his Heisman trophy dream.
The defense drew in their breath and looked all around,
and realized that their ‘Pig’ was nowhere to be found.
Bob’s eyes how they twinkled, his coaches how merry!
As they carried on the legacy left them by Barry.
Gary’s sad little face and a fear in his belly,
he shook on the field as his knees turned to jelly.
Pinkel spoke not a word, and the ball they couldn’t carry,
Stoops filled up the scoreboard and then turned to Gary.
And laying his hand on the shoulder of his friend,
he gave Pinkel a nod and said, ‘Like Norman again.’
Bob sprang to the Schooner, to his team gave a shout,
to the BCS they flew and left Mizzou down and out.
And we heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
‘Boomer Sooner to All and to All a Good Night!’
A student’s review of 2 Girls 1 Cup gets a 0%. I do not believe that this is fair. Her (I’m assuming it’s a her because a male teacher would have given the author a high-five) misunderstanding of this work lead her to disgust instead of to giggles. My favorite part is his comparison of the cup to an inverted phallus (which she apparantly didn’t understand).
The eyes are immediately drawn to the “Cup”, the inversion of the phallus and perhaps the most overarching symbols for feminine spirituality and sexuality in antiquity
He also calls the cup a sacred chalice. Brilliant. I have also included a video of someone’s grandmother being shown this movie. Enjoy.
I had almost a whole half hour of catching up to do on my web comics this morning. Those 5 day weekends are tough! Here are some nuggets from Dinosaur Comics, XKCD and See Mike Draw.
Because Rock Band came out today I have a special treat for you guys. This is a link to collection of rockers doing what they do, which is rocking out. Hard.
I piled in the car with some friends and headed down to Dallas to see the one and only Coheed and Cambria yesterday. It was, to say the least, awesome. Really a great great great show. I cannot speak highly enough of their talent.
The set lasted around 2 hours with an splattering of all of their albums all mish-mashed up in there. They did a very good job blending several songs into one another so that it turns into one long 30 minute song. The encore was a 30 minute long mix of Welcome Home and The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut with a health dose of improvisation, theremin, behind-the-back guitar playing and good old fashioned rock your face off.
Bye bye, beautiful
Don’t bother to write
–A Favor House Atlantic
There was a huge monster in the crowd that was probably a smooth 6′6″. He liked to stand directly in front of me. Other than the monster the crowd seemed to stand still and caught up in the flood of liquid rock and roll that was flowing from the stage. I took some shitty pictures with my camera phone. I hope you like them.
I’m pretty sure that Jake has better photos and maybe a video or two he can contribute as well
