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July 30th, 2005

…and so the individual fuckups spiraled and evolved and mutated into clusterfucks. d r i f t g l a s s  

July 27th, 2005

I also found a beer bottle with a message stuffed inside. “If you find this call 425-522-XXXX.” The letter tore apart in my pocket and floated away in tiny pieces. I guess that bitch ain’t gettin’ rescued. Stranded on a yuppie condo dock–what a way to go out. buffoonery.org  

July 23rd, 2005

This paper tries something different: the investigators had people have sex in an MRI tube, and snapped a few pictures while they were at it. Pharyngula  

July 15th, 2005

Strip them naked and throw them in the Pit of Pundits! Fafblog!  

“I’m scared. You’ve figured out how to blend Nintendo and Legos” my girlfriend said this when she found out that what I was doing. RetroNintendo.com  

July 14th, 2005

Inevitably some fat, bloated hydrocephalic idiot will bring up the name Chuck, shocking the Victorian sensibilities of all parents in earshot, teaching the kiddies a new word that will get them a whoopin? when they get home, and generally ruining the moment for everyone. Where’s the Ka-boom?  

Farting and running is simply bad manners in the wild, as I suspect it is in human society. the japing ape  

July 13th, 2005

Vice magazine has some time-killing tips on how to entertain yourself with a deceased rodent. We enjoy these, however even for a dead onetime carrier of the black plague forcing it to read ID Magazine seems a little harsh. Screenhead  

That’s why I went to law school, folks: to be all articulate and shit. Two-Timing the Cosmos  

If you can think of any blogs written by people with external gonads, please leave them in the comments. Feministe  

“Moose turd pie!” exclaimed the cowboy, swallowing with some effort. “But GOOD!“ TPMCafe || Politics, Ideas & Lots Of Caffeine  

July 12th, 2005

But until we start doing some barium swallows and endoscopies on these people, we’re just guessing. Blogborygmi  

You’re just cramping my dark aura. ashRilated v4.0  

If you see it, just ignore Cruise and his whiny family–this movie belongs to pitiless alien death machines. Pharyngula  

July 11th, 2005

Thanks to the internet we can finally break this long chain of myths and our children can become the coatless gangs of caffeinated knuckle cracking cross-eyed kids we always wanted to be. Oh, yeah…. and whacking it wont make you blind either. Hypercubed Blog