Where's the Ka-boom?: Red Curtain of Blood

04 August 2006

Red Curtain of Blood

If there is anything more infuriating than being slapped on the back while at a urinal, I don't know what it is, unless it's losing a contact lens as a result.

Well, it's not really lost; I can see it with my left eye. It's on top of the urinal mint.

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"Stable as a canoe full of spastics." Her Majesty's Commission for Mental Health

"Shoot on sight." MI-6

"Give me my kidneys back, you swine!" James Bond

"...that mad fucker,Dr.Evil. We may or maybe not related but if we are,stay the fuck away from him 'cause he has to be a horrible bollix." The Anti-Barney

"You are the very essence of Hawtness. The very essence!" LindyK

: Name: Dr. E. Scientist, phD.

Oh sure. I'm so likely to give up the location of my laboratory. Piss off, Mr. Bond.

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LOOK WHAT I WON! It's the prestigious El Barbudo Beard tug award for Bog Blogging! I am so better than the rest of you. (As far as bog blogging, that is.)

A beard has been tugged at me with respect

Email me. Or not. I don't really care. After all, nobody ever really e-mails unless they want to complain. FOR THE LAST TIME, GIRLBOTS ARE NOT WATERPROOF! STOP TAKING THEM INTO THE SHOWER, YOU PERVS!
Erm. Sorry about the spittle.
Anyhoo: pmoran (at) pennswoods (dot) net

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Yes. I am a link whore.

Quote of the Day

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. ", Dr. Julius Evil, January 21, 2000

And that's the way I likes it.

Where's the Ka-boom?

04 August 2006

Red Curtain of Blood

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CUZ!

The Evil Genius' toolbox

Very, very Eeevil, indeed

Evil Oz blogs.. These are actually remarkably evil. Why, I knew this Australian fellow that actually took a salty, greased it up and stuffed it down the pants of a politician, then he

Comes across as nice, but are probably members of a crime syndicate. Pretty damn evil.

Bile Merchants

Murderous grammar tyrant. Do NOT piss her off! Um, it is "her" isn't it? Oh shit. Now I've done it.

Absolute loons Actually, quite lucid compared to the next category. However, they are likely to rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody end, should you irritate them. TwentyM may poo on you.

Unequivocally insane. I mean, even more so than I.

May end up sleeping by himself permenantly if he doesn't start lying to get sex. Actually, he lies quite a bit to get sex. Well done. Oh, come on, people. Don't look disgusted. You know damn well we all do it.

Evil Yank blogs. Not very evil, but they drive large vehicles on the wrong side of the road, just like those continental thugs. They also pronounce "Schedule" with a "K" sound. Honestly, didn't they learn anything in sshool?.

Canadian blogs. Not evil, but they do understand it. We've taught them well. Bwahahahaha!

Not evil at all. Actually, a very nice, humanitarian type. Now, I don't usually link to nice people, but I may need a Doctor (MD) some day to remove a bullet without calling the police.

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