Hooker from last night, we have your teeth.
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Date: 2008-08-02, 12:36PM PDT
We leave on Tuesday, your chompers will be at the front desk at the Rio if you want em.
- Location: downtown SIXTH STREET
Sorry to get all linkapalooza on you -- it won't be frequent -- but these are great reader submissions that aren't necessarily list-friendly.
Sky Maul, a superb spoof catalog - from Amy
How many ways can Engrish speakers misspell "restaurant"? Find out here. From Karl (no, not this one)
Cool Stick Man Animation - from Liz F.
Diana camera (70s plastic cameras) collection - history and photos - from Allan
Speaking of dating, check out Zombie Harmony - from Kelli. Can't be worse than what Amy's finding on her legit site, can it?
What was the #1 song the day you were born? Find out here - from The Cotton Wife (mine better not be "Mr. Bojangles")
Hassle Me, a service for those of you who aren't married and, thus, already being nagged - from DM
Kill some time with a companion game for The Ruins (movie) - from Lee and Cake. (I have not played the game, but it's based on a rated-R horror movie, so proceed at your own risk.)
Great moments in stupid. All are short. The last one is the best. Some have bad language.
Thanks, Collaroy, for the idea.
(Update: Ok, I plead ignorance on the Isaac Hayes coincidence. These were submitted months ago and I just got around to them. I had not read his obit. No offense meant - Isaac was cool. I think even he would laugh at these. I hope so.. he's a big motherfucker and would kick my ass.)
(By the always hilarious Amy, from her blog)
To my married and otherwise committed friends out there:
I know your spouse/significant other sometimes gets on your nerves, or says something stupid, or farts too much, but please do me this favor: First, thank your lucky stars you aren’t “out there” right now, looking for love. Second, go hug, kiss or otherwise pleasure the person you are with because when I get through here you will feel like the luckiest person in the world.
Why, you say? Two words: Internet dating. Yup, I am there. Gone are the days when Chuck Woolery was here to help. Now it seems I am at the mercy of the Web.
So it’s been interesting to say the least. Sometimes it’s downright hilarious. And yes, there have been some holy-shit-who-is-this-crazy-bastard moments, too. Thankfully, though, there are just some plain nice people out there who I won’t make fun of. They are the ones that keep the hope alive that at the age of sixty I won’t be talking to one of my ninety cats all day long and calling my son over to rub lotion on his momma’s feet.
The best way to explain this, I guess, is to break it down into categories:
Good god almighty. It’s one thing to have someone stare at "the girls" during a face-to-face conversation, but behind the keyboard and across the web there is a whole other perverted and eye-contactless world waiting there. Good thing I’m not that hot, because who the hell knows what they would say, then. I’ve been asked to meet here or there inside a five minute e-mail exchange. I’ve been asked for photos (and no, not because I have a nice smile and they want to see more of the same). I’ve been asked for videos, and yes -- of exactly what you think they want on that video tape. Sorry, my camera is in the shop.
I’m sorry to have to call out the dummies, but they deserve it! The language is English. If spelling the word “the” is a challenge to you, please go elsewhere. I got a message from one (of many of the language-challenged) who asked me to call. No, I won’t call you. After reading your profile, I am confident I made the right decision because the caption of you pictured next to the General Lee reads “me with car at paint shop.” What it should read is “Me man. You woman. Me club you on head. Make you mine.” That would be charming. Next!
Please, please, please! Just because I answered your inquiry by saying “hello, I’m fine, and how are you?” does not mean that I am immediately interested in eighty exchanges every day about how you have to go fix your momma’s stopped up drain or what fabric softener you prefer or what your dog’s potty habits are. I don’t want to be mean to you but you are making it really difficult not to tell you to please get a life and go the eff away.
Let’s get something straight: I use “lol.” I like “lol.” But not every question/comment/show idea requires “lol” at the beginning, middle and end. And just because your question/comment/show idea is peppered with “lol” it does not erase the fact that you just asked me to “get naked,” or do “x, y and z” to you… Sorry, Cowboy, that ain’t no way to lasso this filly.
I HEART CAPS LOCK
STOP YELLING AT ME. I DON’T CARE IF IT’S EASIER TO KEEP YOUR CAPS LOCK ON BECAUSE THE SHIFT BUTTON IS SO HARD TO PRESS AND YOU DON’T WANT TO OVERWORK YOUR FINGERS. IT’S JUST ANNOYING, I MEAN LOOK AT THIS AREN’T YOU ANNOYED? AND THIS IS ONLY FOUR SENTENCES.
I’m sorry. I’ve never laid eyes on you and I will not marry you. As thoughtful and romantic as being proposed to via e-mail is, I’m afraid I can’t lower my standards on this one. I hope we can still be friends. (Not really, but you are supposed to say that, right?)
"If I could change the alphabet I would put u and i together." Are you fucking kidding me? If I could change the alphabet, I would put k and m in front of a!!!
Yes, they are out there! Beware, sisters. I got a beautiful e-mail from one. When I looked at “interests” on his profile he listed “poking things with a stick.” I shit you not! His idea of a first date: “Sex first, then we will see if we can be friends.” Wow, I am tingly already! Oh and just shy of a swastika tattoo on his forehead, he is a shoe-in to win the next Charlie Manson look-alike contest. Be afraid! Be very afraid!
Unfortunately, geography is not in my favor here. Shirtless is OK, I suppose, but probably not truly appropriate for your profile picture unless you are at the beach or pool. You, shirtless, sweaty, leaning on your pickup truck in front of the junkyard/trailer park just doesn’t do it for me. Oh and if “four wheeling” is all you can give me under what interests you, I’m not.
So my friends, I’ll say it again. Thank your lucky stars you aren’t along for the ride… Oh and wish me luck, I have a date Friday night.