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Friday, 29 April 2005

Animania 2005 

Yes. I've submitted my volunteer application form thing. I'm hoping that dad will not prove to be an overprotective bastard. I have no intention of backing out when the time comes to actually do stuff.

Shinzo, Nada, ayN, Tiffa, Haiironezumi, the rest... heeheehee. I'm going to pounce you at Animania. =P

To volunteer, read all the legal stuffs and sign up here:
http://animania.net.au/volunteers

Wednesday, 27 April 2005

Egger: Heres the history of our medicine.

"I have a sore throat."
2000 BC : "eat this root"
1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."
1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."
1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."
1900 AD : "That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic."
2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root."

Found here at bash.org

Saturday, 16 April 2005

So that's what people get up to in clubs...

As if you needed further proof, we will now explore the oh-so subtitle act of grinding, or freaking if you will. I could go into a long, drawn out explanation process…try to illustrate the logistics involved…maybe even draw some diagrams. But I'll save us all some time and just say that freaking is vertical (mostly), dry sex. It's true! Go rent a porno (or download one…hell, who am I kidding…pull out that porno CD you have hidden under your keyboard), and imagine what it would look like if the actors and actresses were wearing clothes…yep, that's grinding.

But, the best part, and this one really gets me going, is that there are some women who get royally pissed off when they grind with a guy and he pops a stiffy. Um…hi. Did you happen to miss that day of sexual education in middle school? Do you not know how the system works? If you're going to be simulating sex with a guy, he's going to react! What do you expect?

If you do not want to feel my penis, perhaps you should not be thrusting your ass into my crotch. Repeatedly.

Women just don't understand - us guys have absolutely no control over the little son of a bitch. …Okay, okay, the big son of a bitch. It really is a separate entity down there. Usually, we try to work together - shared interest, common goal, all that jazz. But, please keep in mind that the penis does have a mind of its own, and we have zero control over it. If we did, even just a little bit, do you think impotence would actually exist? Would Viagra be a billion dollar drug? If we could pop that shit up or down on command, don't you think we'd do exactly that? No; it's a little beast that resides in our crotch, and we try to make it happy by feeding it regularly. It's not our fault you women are so damned difficult.

Taken from here

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