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I don’t know if you guys have clicked on the new banner while checking your Sitemeter stats but Coffecup Software is offering CoffeeCup Firestarter 5.0 FREE!!!!
I usually keep my eyes out for stuff like that. A lot of these programs are really good (Instead of paying a fortune for 3D Studio Max, I made my CyberPal Doll using Anim8or… a FREE program.)
Who loves ya baby?
P.S. My apologies to all the hatemail writers about the new popup ads. It was just an experiment, guys… chill out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Dr. King, Sgt. Pepper, Vietnam, Summer of Love, Woodstock…
Naps and ba-ba’s… NOW WE’RE TALKING about the 60’s!!!!
… I found out I wasn’t invincible after all.
I also found out just how unforgiving I am, too.
I’m reading this off a can of mace.
This is serious stuff.
“First Aid: Remove subject from contaminated area and position subject in an area of fresh air. Verbally reassure subject and continue to monitor subject throughout the decontamination process…”
*puzzled*
What kind of passive/agressive bullshit is this???!!???
“Verbally reassure” him of what…? Though he’s a thug that tried to mug/rape/muder you, he’s probably a good person deep inside?
One can only assume that “subject” just got sprayed with mace for a relatively good reason. So grab a crayon, and write this over your mace instuctions:
“First Aid: While subject is covering his eyes and screaming like a little sissy bitch, repeatedly kick subject in the nuts. Should subject remove his hands from his eyes, discharge more mace. Repeat until subject’s eyes are bleeding, melted out of it’s orbital sockets, or until can is finally empty; whichever occurs last. Leave for dead.”
I mean, really.
(MORE Honest to goodness conversations overheard in elevators)
Guy One: “I am so fucking BROKE!”
Guy Two: “Tell me about it, I’m wondering if I should sell my liver on ebay or on the black market! Which one do you think will get me more money?”
Guy One: “What does it matter? You’ll be dead.”
Guy Two: “Bullshit, dude….! People donate a kidney, and live off the other one all the time!”
Guy One: “But you only got *ONE* liver.”
Guy Two: “I do?”
*silence*
Guy Two: (Both getting off the elevator) “SHIT!!! I better call the doctor and cancel the surgery then.”
I know, I know… it said: “Please keep off, signed, Batman“.
Did that little fat kid listen?
Noooooooooooooo…..
Actually that was at a boat show in Upstate N.Y., circa 1968. I’m the little fat kid. I got to ride on the Batboat from the “Batman” tv series… and even got a certificate (I think still have it. If I find it, I’ll scan it.) That I am a certified charter member of The Batboat Club: Stamping out Crime on the 7 Seas.
I don’t remember much, I was only three… but I do remember when that old geezer let me sit in it, those plastic seats were hot as hell!
How did Burt Ward *not* fry his little balls with those skimpy tights is a wonder to me!
(Honest to goodness conversations overheard in elevators)
Guy One: “Hey, how’s the cat?”
Guy Two: “What cat?”
Guy One: “That kitten I left in a box under your porch…?”
Guy Two: “When did you do that?”
Guy One: “Uh… about a month ago?”
Guy Two: “Is that what that fucking smell is??!!??!!?”
Lotsa great 4th of July photos on Batgrl and Jon’s site. We were at Fernwood, kicking back on the grass, listening to Lucky 7, a cover band playing 70’s funk & R&B (If I were to get back into music… that’s the stuff I’d love to do! And these guys fucking rocked!!!!) and catching their firework show.
No pictures though.
However, today (yesterday) we hit the Rockaway Mall in N.J. so the kids can catch The Grand Skeem making an appearance, and Ashley can build her birthday present.
Then we hit N.Y.C., and in true comic-book crossover fashion, The Adorable BrooksKidz met Boris. (pics at Faith’s site)
In exchange for my son eating Faith out of house and home, she spitefully photoshopped most of my hair off to make me look bald… DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE!!!! :0P
I wonder if I say it again, what will happen to this site:
Heh. Still here.
It must have been that damn “Loop” again.
I was working out a complex formula.
Due to a mathematical error, the results proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don’t exist.
*WHEW*
I suck at math.
On a personal note, a certain unnamed caseworker has a broken leg due to a freak accident.
“Curse of the Warlock” strikes again.
*SweetLittleInnocentGrin*
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