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I'm sorry, am I the only one seeing chewbacca riding a giant squirrl and fighting nazis?

Damn, my allergies are getting worse.
 
After a night of poor sleep, I sit here and listen to all Maiden songs that have to do with dreaming and sleep.

"... cause in my dreams, it's always there. The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair!"

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
 
Two guys were sitting by the sea, drinking beer and fishing. One of them says: "I think I'm going to leave my wife. She has not said a word to me in a month now". The other one takes a sip of his beer, and after a little while he replies: "I think you should really think twice about that. You don't find many women like that nowadays"
 
We sure as hell could use one of those in the war.


It could've been even more awesome if the squirrel had a jetpack. And a ninja mask. And a ninja katana.
And ninja stars.
 
So I'm tutoring Spanish yesterday at the Community College and the following happened:

Friend #1 and I start discussing Michael Crichton books. He states he liked "Next," I state it sucked monkey balls just like State of Fear. We proceed to discuss the "science" and politics and said books, specially the potential dangers of Big Pharmaceuticals patenting genes and essentially "owning" people.

Friend #2 comes up and says, "Hey Onhell, nice sweater vest, looking spiffy."

Me: Yeah well, you know, can't look like a bum everyday.

Friend #2: True, now if you only got a hair cut and shaved your face you'd complete the picture.

Me: Hell no! My hair is a great ice breaker with the ladies. I tell them I'm growing it out for Locks of Love (charity that gives free hair cuts and makes wigs for children with cancer). That makes me appear sensitive and caring and they'll say, "oh that's so sweeet!" "Damn right baby! Now panties down!"

Friend #2: *Facepalm*

Me: What would be even better is if I could talk to said cancerous children with low self-esteem, because they have no hair and say, "Hey little bald man, don't fret, you look EXACTLY like every single rapper out there! Your pain and suffering is no different than that from the hood. So put on a bandana and a side-ways baseball cap and start writing rhymes G! 50 cent got shot... you're gonna have a shot liver, see? No difference!

Friend #1 starts cracking up, friend #2: Yeah specially since it takes no skill to rap as in... Eminem.

Me: I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Eminem rocks! *I proceed to rap he's latest single "I'm not Afraid"*

Friend #2: I hate Eminem with a fiery passion.

Friend #1: Of a Thousand Suns

Friend # 2: What?

Friend #1: If you are going to use hyperbole you have to go for the epitome of hyperbole and say you hate Eminem with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

Me: True, nothing like equating your hatred to that of the atomic bomb... in fact, it was probably that atomic bomb that gave those little children cancer.

Friend #1: No no, that atomic bomb CURED their cancer, but mutated them genetically...

Me: Which could lead to finding cures for other diseases! Oh my god we are back at square one! CRICHTOOOOOOOON!!!!!
 
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