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Come on down and join us… the party is ALL WEEKEND LONG!

Bring your bathing suit! Drinks are FREE!
(My initial thought when reading that headline was “he has a soul”???)
Saddam says he’d offer his life for Arab cause
In letter, ex-dictator would sacrifice “soul, very existence” to end occupation
He’s kidding, right? This is the same guy that talked his head off right up until the Iraq War… then went into hiding until soldiers pulled him up from a spider hole six months later looking like a derelict??!!?
I mean, look… my views on the Iraq War aside, this guy is a douchebag.
Yeah, we armed him to fight Iran. We installed the Baath party in the 60’s and he’s been on the CIA payroll ever since, and he was “our” douchebag.
But he’s still a douchebag.
See what I mean?
I would have preferred a CIA Op putting a bullet in his skull (and his crazy ass sons) rather than launch an illegal war… but either way, I find it hard to feel sorry for this guy.
WAAAAAAAAAH, Saddam!
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It’s official.
From here on in, comments will have to be manually approved by me.*
I am so sick of ads for prescription drugs, making my dick bigger, home loans and Texas Hold ’em tips… (I play blackjack. That’s it.).
Soapbox and Whuzzup comments now are thrown in a queue for approval and I need to write a script for my spamtastic guestbook to do the same.
I hate you assholes. I really do.
* Time frame? How’s “whenever the hell I get around to it” grab you?
I was playing Pac-Man in the Problem Adults Arcade, and I noticed something: Once I lose my first guy, it’s all downhill. It’s like “What’s the point of going on?”
I was like that as a kid in the arcades too.
So in the middle of one game I heard a voice that said “Trust in the Force, Eric!“, so I closed my eyes and played, relying on that ethereal inner-voice to guide me.
JESUS! I WAS EVEN WORSE!!!!
What the hell was I thinking listening to voices anyway??? 🙁
Watching the calendar?
Wondering what a middle-aged Eric Brooks will be like? Just a reminder:
I’m not a candle.
Take that any way you want.
Having so much fun with everyone at Problem Adults that I honestly forgot I have this site. 😉
Come join us and quit being such a friggin’ dork!
I’ve just hear the news via Wulfgar…
Klondike Kate’s husband has passed away. 🙁
Kate has always been a wonderful friend to me, and always a support in all that I do. We’re all more than friends in our community, we’re family. And when one feels pain and loss… we all do.
Please stop by her site to offer your sympathies.
Thank you.
-=e=-
When you can be having a blast at my new haven for Problem Adults?
Not only is there a message board….
But chat rooms…
And NOW AN ARCADE!!!!!!
Featuring…..
Plus… if you’re good, a moderator may let you in to the Silver Club, featuring some really spicy discussions about, well… what do you think we talk about in hidden rooms? 😉
(18 or older …. what part of Problem Adults are you having a hard time understanding here?)
I could care less about giving away spoilers. Most Star Wars fans are already up to seeing the movie a third & fourth time at this point.
Once was enough for me.
Sure, I’ll give credit where credit is due; The action in this movie topped all five of the other movies combined. I took great pleasure in watching the annoying and self-righteous Jedi get annihilated (and I’ll tell you why in a minute)… but the shitty dialogue and the way the movie ended makes me want to get my money back from George Lucas the way the South Park kids went after Mel Gibson.
Continue reading “So am I the only person who thought Star Wars III sucked?”
If you’re looking for me, you know where to find me.
Actually, I’m spending the weekend doing a layout for the site in photoshop… should have a nice uniform look by the end of the weekend.
Disclaimer: The views expressed herein are solely those of Eric Brooks. They do not necessarily reflect those of his employers, friends, contacts, family, or even his pets (though my cat, Puddy, seems to agree with me on many key issues.). In accordance to my terms of use, you hereby acknowledge my right to psychoanalyze you, practice accupuncture, and mock you incessantly with every visit. As the user, you also acknowledge that the author has been legally declared a "Problem Adult" by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and is therefore not responsible for any of his actions. ALSO, the political views and products advertised on this site may/may not reflect the views of Puddy or myself, so please don't take them as an endorsement. We just need to eat.