Married To The Sea archives (by month):
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
Whoa, that tractor chick is hot! Whoa! I'd definitely let that pickup lady haul my load.
If only I could call my husband, from right here in the jelly aisle, and ask him what kind of jelly to buy... Oh, wait. I can figure it out on my own. Hot damn.
2C-ballet-7 2, 5-stravinskyl,7-propylnijinskylamine Primary effects of this synthetic CYP3A4 agonist include hyperexcitatory activity in the visual cortex ("tracers") and the perception that the user able to perform ballet, without prior training or experience.
Flying Apocalypse Fish for Bush/Cheney 2008 Term Limits Are For Pussies: Bring On The End Times I'M A FLYING APOCALYPTIC FISH AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE
You can take away our weapons of mass destruction...but you can't take away our Olympic diving team.
Are you sure I don't need nothin' special to handle this stuff? Boss? Hey, boss, you hear me? Hey. ...No? Okay, well, I'll be back in a minute.
You boys have to promise me one thing, right now...never, ever grow up. If you're not still couch surfing at thirty-five, I'm going to be very disappointed in both of you.
Hey, Phillip...this your pube cheese? No? Well, someone left most of a wheel of cheese over here by the weights. They need to come get it. Tey also need to clean their damn scanner so their gross pubes don't end up scanned into their comics.
Welcome to Tee-Jays! Down-home cooking at down-home prices. Party of three? Okay...booth, or table? Booth? Great! Follow me. Chef's soup of the day is gravy. Menu Hey, can someone give me a hand here? I need a Tupperware so I can make it hot. I didn't get to be the head chef at Tee-Jays by microwaving metal.
PRAY TELL BUS DRIVER HOW CAN I PAY FOR A VOYAGE TO SCHOOL IS 30 RITALINS ENOUGH??? SCHOOL BUS
Hell...Ahem! Ah. Hello...That's a nice slicer you have. A Kartoffelhammer. Good choice...I'll have, ah...ten...ten pounds of bologna. Thin sliced, please. So...how long have you been slicing here? Do you...do you like the sound it makes?
DAD! WAKE UP! Steve's about to ramp your ass! Wake...STEVE!!! RAMP HIM!!! YOUR BETA BLOCKERS WON'T GET YOU OUT OF THIS ONE DAD
Lookin' good Gettin' presents
You see what happens, son? The people go nuts for the horseless carriage, and all of a sudden they need lines to tell 'em where to go. That's where I come in. See, you thought your old man was a sucker for buying three hundred gallons of dick paint...but you know what? Change the label, and all of a sudden it's road paint. And I got a secret for you...before it was dick paint, it was horse paint.
Hi mom! Helllloooo! Alan, you see my mom over there? She's waving...see her? This is great! I'm so glad you wanted to go motorboating! Next time I want to motorboat her, I'm gonna have to spell it out. Christ.
Cayley's drawing got her a free scholarship to weekend art classes. Hooray! Ethan's drawing won him a free trip to Guantanamo Bay.
If you aren't arc welding, then you aren't weld-SKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I'm not going to 'chug' a glass of Potard! That's ridiculous. Crab wine should be savored. Do you know nothing about wines? You get two more for that! No complaining! Bartender, two more shots of the 'Tard. Now, if you're ready, Dad, chug it like a man. On the count of three.
There's nothing to worry about, Eric. We'll snorkel for about an hour, and they'll be back to pick us up then. Yeah, come on, man. Let's do this thing. Hell no. I'm not falling for that shit...You know who fell for that trick? Punky Brewster. And you see what happened to her? That's right...left at the grocery store, trapped in a refrigerator. No thank you.
All right...fire's going. Jason, good job setting up the tent. Your mother has some Orbitz in the cooler. Why dontcha grab a Pineapple Banana Cherry Coconut and have a seat? And don't you worry...we're gonna get through this Y2K bug just fine out here. The cities will burn first.
Come, mechanical army! Come to do my bidding! No, not bidding like an auction.
Congratulations! Gasoline 19.4 195 FOR SALE 151-1034 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 . + x % It's a recession!
Buy the print at Sharing Machine!
B/W print, 8.5"x11" on heavy cardstock. Order today, ships tomorrow.
You wanna scratch your name in the concrete? Well, be my guest. I've only been out here since seven this morning, smoothing out this fuckin' concrete, but I'd love to have you waddle up and stick your finger in it. How 'bout I save you the trouble and just write "Little Dickface" here in the corner for you?
It's over here, behind the rock? Well, that's where I am, and I don't see anything. So...are we supposed to dig up this whole area? With our pikes?! I knew this "geocaching" was some bullshit as soon as you started talking about it, Ethan. You started off "This really cool thing..." and I was like...bullshit. Why do you get into such bullshit? Is there a well in town that you lower your bucket into whenever you're low on bad decisions?
fig. 1. The infamous Cincinnati Adaptation experiment. Javier, the feral Peruvian child, was abandoned by his mother at age 3 and spent his formative years running with a pack of wild dogs, who took him in as one of their own. The researchers placed him with Moppy, a cocker spaniel. Moppy was raised by humans. Sadly, she disliked Javier, whom, she felt, displayed a clear lack of manners.
Ashes to ashes, beer to pee.
Phew! Printing is hard...at least I'm paving the way for future generations to record and communicate important political and scientific ideas, and to share great works of art and literature.
Unit three to base. Wi-fi just stopped working. Looks like it reaches...approximately...thirty feet from the door. There's no way anyone around here could have accessed the wireless network...they'd have to be sitting in a parked car outside the building or something. A little farfetched. Over.
How about this one? Ah...it's okay...I like the part at the top, I guess. Do you have anything with a bigger bow? I hate to be so picky, but I've got jury duty in the morning.
shitfuck shithole shitdick shitass shitty shits Okay, can anyone think of a shit word that's longer than "shitfuck"? Anyone? Just shout it out if you know.
SNATCH BUFFET 5? All I Can Eat
Married To The Sea archives (by month):
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
