We're seriously bummed
about the loss of the seven astronauts the other day. Anybody that
has the balls (figuratively) to strap into a vessel attached to
solid rocket boosters that are taller than my office have nothing
but respect from me. As one of those folks that remembers the
Challenger disaster in great detail, this event definitely served up
some old memories. We feel for the families and pals of these brave
folks. I'd also like to point out that the God our President
mentioned in his speech (shortly after the disaster) knew exactly
what was going to happen. In some sick, twisted way, this is part of
"God's Plan". That's really swell. Just for the record, other things
in "God's Plan" include rape, murder, torture, mortality in general,
pain, suffering, disease, and rabid Yaks. He's your god, not mine.
We'd like to take
a quick second to congratulate all the folks out there that
consider themselves better than (or luckier than) other folks
for being the proper race, religion, sexual orientation,
and... oh wait a second... sorry about that folks. That should
have read, "Fuck you Mr. Elite! Choke on the balzak as you
gobblecox!" Whew, that was close! Actually, we would like to
relay a message we received from nothingness by stating
formally that YOUR GOD IS NOT REAL AND YOU LOOK DUMB IN
SPANDEX.
Llama Tits on my Old Man's Face
This website has been and continues to be a product of love for
everything
latarde'
(which is a made up French word meaning
The Tarded).
As many of you may have noticed, sometimes we update on a daily
basis, sometimes we forget we have a site and don't fuck with it
for months at a time. Two of you are wondering what we do when
we aren't playing around in here. Here's a quick list:
1.
Micronecroclaustrophilia:
We have sex with
small spaces that happen to be free from life.
2. Grandpa
Wrangling: We
have been known to wrangle grandpas.
3. Comparison
Shopping: We
regularly go out, check prices on shit, compare those prices,
then hop in our SUV's and go eagle hunting.
4. Spaghetti
Fucking:
Replace the word "Spaghetti" with "Sleeping" and replace the
word "Fucking" with "On the Fucking Couch."
5. Yak
Wubbing: We
wub the nummy Yaks. Wif our nubs, you pwick.
More
photos will be added regardless of our day jobs. LAST ISSUEFORUMS
thing
but respect from me. As one of those folks that remembers the
Challenger disaster in great detail, this event definitely served up
some old memories. We feel for the families and pals of these brave
folks. I'd also like to point out that the God our President
mentioned in his speech (shortly after the disaster) knew exactly
what was going to happen. In some sick, twisted way, this is part of
"God's Plan". That's really swell. Just for the record, other things
in "God's Plan" include rape, murder, torture, mortality in general,
pain, suffering, disease, and rabid Yaks. He's your god, not mine.
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