Piss off all your AOL Instant Messenger buddies by sending them a BuromiSan attack!

Where else in the world can you find a weak cd-riding roach-inspecting pimp-racing rape-hanger… hmm?

The fact that invisible toy dolls are flying off the shelves makes me wonder how retailers handle inventory counting. A sucker is born every minute.

“Opt-out marketing programs are an admission by marketers that they realize no one is listening – so they’ll just take the silence to mean a sale.”

I, personally, will hunt down and scalp any defective waste of human flesh that automagically signs me up for anything I did not first request. This includes publishing all information about them, their children, their dietary habits, and other bits of info on many public forums. The same goes for telemarketers, even though we know that they are not even human.

Next time some eight-foot-tall, wild-eyed maniac taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall and asks you if you’ve paid your dues, well, you just do what ole Jack Burton always does at a time like that: you stare that sucker right back in the eye.

“Have you paid your dues, Jack?”

“Yes, sir; the check is in the mail.”

—Jack Burton – Big Trouble in Little China

Earthsensitives.org, for people who are supranormally sensitive to earthquakes and earthquake-indicative phenomena.

Hey kids! You too can build your own Fly-Powered Airplane!

I have plans of building a larger version of this. However, I’m still researching the types of glue I’d need in order to attach the plane to Robert’s head.

Jesus Rice! Has anyone seen the satellite weather map tonight? It looks like a hurricane, right over the US!

I blame Kevin for this, entirely.

<a href=“http://www.dutchbint.orgMarcia posted a link to The Pocky Gallery: a shrine to all that is holy in candy-coated cookie-stick goodness.

If you’ve never had Pocky, you’ve not truly lived.

As promised, I’ve taken some photos of the new furniture, as well as a few of the surrounding apartment complex.

Please deliver us from the pulsitating crimson (or purple) clutches of Scandihoovian goth-metal fetishists.