Friday, August 30th 2002
Tired of that old, worn out fetish?
Maybe it’s time to try something new…
You've gotta stop and wonder, "what caused that fetish?"
Maybe the guy's dad used to dress up like Hitler and kick
him down the steps everyday before he left for work???
Friday, Aug 30th 2002 (6:32am)
While I definitely don't agree with whoever compiled this list of the 99 most desirable women of 2002, there are some definite hotties in there. Worth checkin’ out if you're bored.
…or a hornball or whatever.
Friday, Aug 30th 2002 (6:03am)
I wouldn't mind attending one of these "cosplay" events for the sole purpose of kicking each and every one of them directly in the face. What the hell is wrong with these socially stunted losers? I hope that their twisted anime fantasy comes true, and they all get anally raped by a giant tentacle.
Friday, Aug 30th 2002 (5:37am)
No wonder they can be such uptight assholes. Jealous of our freedoms right down to the freedom to pinch a loaf in any way we happen to choose. These people have some serious rules, folks.
"After using the toilet, one should performs the Istinjaa (cleansing with water). In Istinjaa, water is preferred for the purpose of cleaning oneself. However, when water is not available, a material that does not have a smooth surface, such as stone or wood can be used."
Ouch! That would give me a bad attitude too!
Friday, Aug 30th 2002 (4:55am)
Thursday, August 29th 2002
With Bonsai Kitten, a world of variation awaits you, limited only by your own imagination. By physically constraining the growth of a developing living thing, it can be directed to take the shape of the vessel that constrains it. Just as a topiary gardener produces bushes that take the forms of animals or any other thing, you no longer need be satisfied with a housepet having the same mundane shape as all other members of its species.
By: Some Nobody
Thursday, Aug 29th 2002 (4:51pm)
I worked through the night working on a major programming issue. Then I come home, flip through television channels, stumble come across Urban Cowboy and can’t turn it off – anyone else watch this flick, only to find that right afterwards you have the strange urge to lift weights, chug a Lone Star beer, chew through a coupla Mezcal worms, and beat the shit out of Debra Winger?
No...? Well then, um, me neither.
Stupid Scott Glenn and his stupid muscles. Stupid Charlie Daniels Band.
(I'm exhausted and delirious, by the way. If any of the proceeding happened out loud, please -- just ignore it... I'm going to bed.)
Thursday, Aug 29th 2002 (9:12am)
"A 31-year-old woman working in a kiosk in Ĺrvoll was overpowered after closing time by two young men. As the woman was counting the day's takings she took time off to answer a call of nature in a bucket in the booth. When she went outside to empty the bucket two masked men struck," Norway's Aftenposten reports.
Further proof (as if I needed any) that Norwegian cops are some of the funniest dudes on earth: “Asked what he'd say to the thieves should he ever catch up with them, Hjulstad quipped: 'I would say to them, "freeze scumbags! Urine-der arrest!"'
Thursday, Aug 29th 2002 (8:41am)
They are gorging on mountains of lobster, oysters and fillet steak at the Johannesburg conference — aimed at ending FAMINE. It includes 5,000 oysters, more than 1,000lbs of lobster and other shellfish, buckets of caviar and piles of pâté de foie gras. Also, more than 4,400lbs of fillet steak and chicken breasts, 450lbs of salmon, 220lbs of a tasty South African fish called kingclip — and more than 1,000lbs of bacon and sausages.
By: Some Nobody
Thursday, Aug 29th 2002 (7:23am)
Wednesday, August 28th 2002
When celebrities are spotted in public, common people feel a bit intimidated, kinda nervous, and shocked. Just like when they look at me carrying a load of drippy, stinky, chunky diarrhea in my jeans. I sat there humming the theme to Star Wars and let everything sink in. I was gloriously doodified.
Wednesday, Aug 28th 2002 (3:48pm)
Tuesday, August 27th 2002
Lucifer: The Complete Third Season (2017)
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