Thursday, January 31, 2008

That's About It

FxBx:I think the only subjects I haven't insulted and been pissed at are butterchurns and Interstate 75
Ed S.: FUCK INTERSTATE 75
Basil I.: don't fuck with butterchurns

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Possibly a Sharpie?

FxBx: Tristam was the guy in final fantasy mystic quest
Ed S.: Noted.
FxBx: its very important!
Ed S.: Noted with permanent marker.

Monday, January 28, 2008

I Don't Get It

After getting stuck behind a slow-driving Nissan Quest, I got a little heated: "Quest? More like fuck!"

Commonsense Warning? Right Here, Guys

There is a story that goes along with this, but really, the end part is the only good part: Gold Bond Medicated moisturizing cream should have a label that says "Warning! Contains Menthol," meaning "Do not apply to balls."

Friday, January 18, 2008

Open To Interpertation

me: I smell fish poop
John: I smell tacos
me: same thing usually

Monday, January 14, 2008

DOGE

ExSx: I've resorted to eating tic tacs until food arrives
ExSx: 1.5 calories each
ExSx: ok that's 9 of them
ExSx: what's that
ExSx: 9 + 4.5 = 13.5
ExSx: damn
ExSx: I need to eat more.
ExSx: fuck I'm so minty

(post title taken from Machall)

Thursday, January 03, 2008

IFOD

AxAx: sorry I'm back
AxAx: Opera was screwing up
AxAx: It was making everything people typed look like their name
FxBx: ahhh
ExSx: ExSx
KxDx: KxDx
FxBx: You guys are awful
FxBx: I mean
FxBx: FxBx
AxAx: :P

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Not That Prophecy

Joe: http://science.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=08/01/02/1624252&from=rss
Joe: SPERMBOTS
me: YES
me: FINALLY THE PROPHECY HAS COME

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Sorry, This One Is Sports Related

John has got me hooked on Baseball Mogul (a game where you simulate being general manager for a major league baseball team); I've been running my fictional Oakland A's for 5 game years so far. You have to know something of baseball to get the joke below:

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I'll Have a Funglandectomy

Annie and I went out to dinner tonight, and I generally acted like a big goofball. When the check came, I had trouble calculating the tip. I paid with a credit card, so I actually had to do math on the receipt. I wanted to try that new idea where you make the cents digit equal to some checksum to prevent tip fraud, but instead I just couldn't do math.

"It's like my funny gland is overriding my math center," I said. "I try to do two plus three and I get smiley face."