Entertainment For U People..
#1
lowbrow.com SOme of the **** is nasty, but mostly it's just funny/strange...
Sean :P
p.s. keep hitting the reload button...
Sean :P
p.s. keep hitting the reload button...
#4
One of my favorites off there:
3.17.03
So, with Bush putting his hand on America's shoulder and sternly telling us we're going to war on every network, I do what comes naturally:
I put it on every tv in the house and run around pretending I'm being chased by Bushbots.
3.17.03
So, with Bush putting his hand on America's shoulder and sternly telling us we're going to war on every network, I do what comes naturally:
I put it on every tv in the house and run around pretending I'm being chased by Bushbots.
#5
I had just had my car stolen (RX7 Convertible, beautiful car), and my superficial, materialistic, bitch of a girlfried decides that she doesn't want to date me anymore because I don't have that pretty little car. Well... at this time, I'm living with her, in Trenton, NJ but home is Seattle, WA. So... I have to find someway to get me, and all of my **** out of her house, and in to storage until I can find a new apartment. So, I'm Uhaul bound.
Well... on the taxi ride to the Uhaul place, with $45 dollars in my pocket, I decide that I am going to take advantage of this brand new fake ID I've gotten for myself, and rent this ****** for a one day, local move, and take my *** home to WA. So... 3000 miles later, (for $40) I arrive in WA, me and all my ****!! SCORE!! Thank you dumb *** Uhaul attendant!!
- freerides@uhaul.com
Hey! Pay Up!
(We're paid up through mid April, now!)
Well... on the taxi ride to the Uhaul place, with $45 dollars in my pocket, I decide that I am going to take advantage of this brand new fake ID I've gotten for myself, and rent this ****** for a one day, local move, and take my *** home to WA. So... 3000 miles later, (for $40) I arrive in WA, me and all my ****!! SCORE!! Thank you dumb *** Uhaul attendant!!
- freerides@uhaul.com
Hey! Pay Up!
(We're paid up through mid April, now!)
#6
heres my favorite so far.
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the
strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M
duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the
"loser," the inferior one, which must be eaten immediately.
The winner gets to go another round.
In general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones
are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race
cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern
candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or
pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness,
but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way,
the species continues to evolve, adapting to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, one M&M remains, the strongest of the
herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in
an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown,
NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M
for breeding purposes." (god willing, it survives the postal service)
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free
1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside
the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will
discover the True Champion.
Afterall, there can be only one.
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the
strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M
duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the
"loser," the inferior one, which must be eaten immediately.
The winner gets to go another round.
In general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones
are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race
cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern
candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or
pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness,
but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way,
the species continues to evolve, adapting to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, one M&M remains, the strongest of the
herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in
an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown,
NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M
for breeding purposes." (god willing, it survives the postal service)
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free
1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside
the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will
discover the True Champion.
Afterall, there can be only one.
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