i really like the kenny g cover of "i like the way you move" haha

Hahaha, and they play that one at least 4 times during the course of the day. The smooth jazz station is the only one out there that I can leave on all day and not care how often they play the same song over and over.

they play that station at work in the clubhouse in every room you go.

i am proclaiming fuck it today too, by having girls night and going out to olive garden for dinner to stuff my face with pasta and hopefully get tipsy on sangria. weee! :-)

That sounds like an excellent idea, heh. Your girls night should also feature scantily clad pillow fighting, and my digital camera ;)

well i certainly got toasted! too toasted to have a scantily clad pillow fight, sorry. :-) maybe next time brad!

Tater tots in Space

It must be nice to have a mind that acts coherently. Why just the other day I had this pointless conversation with myself.

General conversation for the stupid man:

Q. Balls: Self, what would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Self: Did you know that a monkey scratches its nuts against a hemlock tree if given a chance? I'm told its a Karma thing. Mmmm...Karmel Sutra.
Q. Balls: What?
Self: I was walking down the street and three brothers stepped in front of me. They looked typical, so I walked up to each of them and said "CHARLIE MURPHY!!!" I then hit each of them between the eyes with my favorite copy of War and Peace. One of them fell over and another started spinning around like Super Macho Man. The third ripped off his face and it was Oprah Winfrey. I demanded that she take my copy of War and Peace for her book of the month club. She had me arrested for streaking.
Q. Balls: I guess twirling a flaming hula hoop is out of the question.
Self: No its ok, I used protection. ORIENTAL ORIENTAL ORIENTAL MUD.
At this point, I had enough of this bullshit, and did my equivalent to Popeye eating spinach. That would be singing Kung Fu Fighting before laying myself up in the hospital. I can only assume that the only thing I would do for a Klondike bar would be to sit naked at the North Pole while a penguin chewed on my left big toe.

Final question: If Santa were Aunt Jemima, and Aunt Jemima could do Differential Equations with the best of them, would anyone really need to know the way to San Jose?

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The answer, of course, is pi multiplied by r to the power of 14, which then condescends the koala bears that inhabit the country of Equitorial Guinea.

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Crap,
I assumed the answer was similar to the question, what condiment is made from the mustard seed. The answer of course is onions. Is the power of 14 a correct assumption for the ppl. of Papua New Guinea as well? I wouldn't like to think that the world's leading producer of sandbox sand would feel any wetness in their multidimensional undies merely because someone got a factor off by maybe three. Of course if its off by a factor of more than five, then that will as always lead to THE BIG ONE.

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The Russians do not like to discriminate against their friends at the zero parallel, despite the lack of land around what the locals call "the cross of doom". They can walk on water, but sink into the surrounding ocean very quickly when they actually see black lines running at the very point at which latitude and longitude cease to hold value. Because of this, integrals with factorial attributes will never rise above the mighty fist of hexagonal math, which is the comfort zone for the fisherman of Vladivostok, who, despite owning the latest NES emulator on their Blackberry's, still haven't grasped being bipedal.

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I default normally to the saged Heronymus Elmsbeck who lives somewhere along the Ural Mountains when it comes to the Russians. He noted that when the average Boris hears about "the Cross of Doom" there is a general tone of poverty induced remorse. This stems from 1887 when a local sheepmonger fell down a well and lived. For about the next three months as he very slowly died, he would shout obscenities at anyone who came to get the water he was floating in. Years later the genetic mutations caused by the drinking of the sheepmonger water would allow for the invention of the lightbulb in Russia...approximately 41 years past the legitimate invention of the lightbulb. The zero parallellers were the first to burst Russia's bubble on this particular issue and thus have had to live with "biggest party pooper" status. I believe, however, that at the end of the day, it's still the fault of the Amish.

Speaking of the Amish, I put up a segment on my blog about how the Amish are trying to wipe out the good bike riders of the world...those bastards.