Finally a reason to want to go to the library.  I’m not exactly sure what the rules are, but I think I can figure it out.  Who’s in?

Shit, I mean, they give you towels at the front desk, however, most of these old farts just refuse to use them?! Hey, Rod Tidwell, cover your junk!

Wait, sorry…I meant to just throw up this nugget of goodness. After 4 seconds of this video, you can easily see it’s way more entertaining than anything Sam Raimi has ever done.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been wanting to fly. After attempting to jump off roofs, and out of trees several times a day over the past 30 years, I’ve finally came to the realization that I won’t be getting my superpowers anytime soon. And as I can’t run out to Best Buy and pick up a Jetpack, I’ll have to resort to building my own. Though others have tried, and some been have been slightly successful, the following clips are inspiring me:

Personally, I like the Japanese style better:

The “It Came From Japan!” version of this movie trailer strangely gives this movie some much needed new life. I’m close to the end of this novel, and I haven’t been too impressed. But between Nixon’s nose and the scene with Dr. Manhattan being blown to shit, I’m ready.

1. AT&T.

Listen, you sonsabitches, I don’t give two rats fucking that it isn’t time for a motherfuckin’ upgrade.  I want a fucking iphone.  Now.  I already went into the apple store.  Spent an hour going through the registration process with the correct upgrade price only to have that fuckin’ B.O. smelling motherfucker say “Uh, don’t know what’s going on here.  We can’t control anything on AT&T’s end.  Sorry”.  Yeah, sorry.  Fuck you.  I want my fucking iphone already.  So then I leave the store only to find that this motherfucker killed the sim card on my original phone.  Great.  I drive to an AT&T store.  They ask me, “Well, why do you want to fix this phone?  Where’s your iphone?  It says here you have an iphone.”  So I punch the guy in the throat.  He dies.  The manager calls the cops, and I barely get away.  Then I call the Apple store.  Tell them to fuck off.  Then I call AT&T.  They tell me to fuck off.  Then I call Joe Pesci.  He fucking kills everybody.
Bottom-line:  Fuck you mutha fuckin’ cell phone companies.  Especially AT&motherfuckingT. Get your fuckin’ shit together.


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