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That iconic scene in the Transformers animated movie where Optimus Prime is cut down in his… prime shaped an entire generation into alcoholic shells of men who spot-weld their mom’s blowdryers into replica proton blasters and tape bright red and blue painted boxes together to emulate their fallen hero. It’s basic psychology. So look upon this man as a survivor and you will see the light I see. Now that you understand, what are you waiting for? Fucking transform and roll out already! *Ehnt-ehr-eoh-ahn-aunht*
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Did you ever wonder what happened to that electronic music group The Prodigy from the 90s? Yeah, me neither.
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Everyone in today’s society is so up-in-arms about racism and homophobia they overlook that sometimes people might have very real and traumatic reasons for such prejudices. What happened in this photo made this man a homophobe for life.
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What happened in this photo made this man afraid of himself for life.
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Even though old people smell and can’t remember how to close their mouths sometimes, they have an order to their cliques all the same. You’ve got the leader who’s smooth as shit (his shit probably is smooth, too), the crotchety guy who will argue with you over ten cents, the slut and the nice chick. They’re all going to die.
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This is the type of thing that can render entire civilizations infertile. Have you seen Children of Men? That screenplay was adapted from this image.
I had to:
Who has an “outburst” like that nowadays? Who does he think he is — Opie Taylor?
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Thursday June 15th 2006, 5:21 pm
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I didn’t know we were still posting here. Umm…
POST!
Me: Oh so the book is all objective even though it’s from the Catholic
perspective?
Adri: Yeah, exactly.
Me: Ah, cool, because we read this one book that was all –
Adri: One-sided?
Me: –On the dick. All on the Catholic dick.
Lots happening right about now. There’s fiesta going on and Cinco de Mayo (with the whole immigration issue looming over us). The Spurs are beginning their long playoff journey. And I finally know officially that I am going to graduate.
So, it’s been kinda crazy the last few weeks with me trying to barely make it to the point where I could graduate. I never thought I would actually have to try at St. Mary’s, but I got buried under an inhuman amount of course work. To tell you the truth, I really don’t know how I pulled it off. It was kinda maybe humbling…about as humbling as anything at StMU can be. So, maybe not.
I have no idea where I’ll go from here. I’ve learned from my mistake of going to StMU so I’m not afraid to set my sights kinda high. I’m thinking about grad school in Fall ’07. Until then, I really have no idea what I’ll be doing. I think the plan for now is to go back to working at H-E-B while I look for an internship or real job.
But enough about all that. Last night I stayed up until 3am watching House Party for the first time.
Muthafuckas could grow them some hair.
I had no idea Mar-in and Gina were in this movie. Martin Lawrence needs to stick to playing dragon-breathed DJs and put that undercover cop business to rest.
Also, next time I end up in prison and a bunch of big black men are going to anal rape me, I know just to start freestyle flowin’. Thanks, House Party!
-Pendejo “Kid” Joe
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Short and sweet tonight eh
Last week I wrote an entry about Fiesta and selling merchandise on the streets, too bad my computer froze and keep me from telling y’all about it. School is almost finished for me, this semester I mean. I have like 10 dozen semesters more staring at me in the face. Much to come this summer and in the near future.
~t@p~
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This time of year, you get young women in organizations or in high school nagging you about formals this and formals that. “Man, bitch, fuck your formal; I’m Superman!” He seemed to say.
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One time, my friend Jimmy Tomlinson caught this rabid raccoon in his backyard and kept him in this wire cage for a week. One day, he went to check on the raccoon and take him some food, and the fucker had chewed through the wire and escaped. That has absolutely nothing to do with this picture. I just thought you might want to take your mind off of it for a little while.
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Lights my meat
It happened one night when I was called upon to feed my family. I had to barbecue, but, like I said…it was night. I couldn’t see. Then, I had a stroke of genius. A lamp! A lamp was the answer. I took a lamp from my family room to aid my marinating and grilling. But it only helped a little.
After this experience, I sought out a better solution. The Tensor Outdoor Barbecue Lamp is that solution. I will never have trouble seeing my meat again.
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This guy is so perfect everyone else should just give up and let him have the world to himself. He’s got the hardcore posturing of a biker without the thing that makes bikers assholes – the bike. He is totally going to thrash somebody on the tram.
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Things like this make me staunchly opposed to the Western feminist “Girls’ Night Out” compulsion. Drunken pseudo-lesbianism and buffoonery are just the tip of the iceberg. The ugliest spaghetti straps you’ve ever seen and dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, and more dancing round out the rest of the evening. Girls just wanna have fun formulaically streamlined and repulsive.
