SNL F-Bomb

Jenny fuckin Slate says the fuckin f-word live on SNL

Charlie Rocket would be proud.

A Glorious Dawn

Carl Sagan, Stephen Hawking serenade you

Arthur Guinness Day

Celebrate Arthur Guinness Day today on the 250th anniversary of everyone's favorite thick & tasty meal-in-a-glass from Ireland. Don't know what the hell I'm talking about? Go 'n get yerself a pint quick laddie, before their 9,000 year lease on the brewery runs out.

JerkSquad Capitalizes on Idiocy

From the "You've got to be f**king with me" Dept.: If you don't know how to hook up a game console, or at minimum read the directions on how to do so, you probably have no business buying one in the first place. However, if you lack the rudimentary wire-plugging skills, GeekSquat minions will be happy to help you part with $130 of that pesky money just burning a hole in your pocket.

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Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day

10 years in the making, it's finally coming out October 30th
i'm very excited

More Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day News & Previews

Two good uses for an iPhone

target practice & charcoal



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Turtle Power

...and in the exciting climax of "All My Hardshells..."


at least he found his own species this time

Related: turtle fucking a shoe

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This woman is fucking stupid.

This man is fucking stupid.

Forever

this is kinda cool.



unfortunately, no one can ever do this again.
still pretty darn cool though.


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RIP John Hughes 1950-2009

Because of this man, I never spilled paint in the garage...

Jizz In My Mouth

Pukemouth vs Jizzpants

Don't Stop Believin

remember the Burnin' UpKid? Well, now he was born & raised in South Detroit; took the midnight train going anywhere...

This kid's awesome

Sarah Palin Blessed by the Mayor of Munchkin City

Or maybe it was the Lollipop Guild.




Trouble with your local Munchkins? Call in the Marines.

Cool Guitar Via Keyboard

Guitar, check. Keyboard, check. Keytar? No way

The USED and My Chemical Romance: Under Pressure

Pretty good teamup with the

USED

and My Chemical Romance

Don McLean - American Pie

...heard this song on the way home from work today & forgot just how freakin good a song it was/is...

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.

Bill Hicks on Easter

St. Louis prepares for the All Star Games

Remember that empty, gravel lot that sits next to today's Busch Stadium in downtown St. Louis? I sure do. It was supposed to be the site of a 300mil development known as "Ballpark Village." In a bold move, and at the last possible second before the upcoming All Star Games, St. Louis and the Cardinals are finally doing something with that vacant eyesore. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, after nearly three years of completion of the new Busch Stadium, we are getting a SOFTBALL FIELD and PARKING LOT!!! It's really nice to see that the city of St. Louis is putting it's best foot forward and making sure its residents don't have anything to be ashamed of during such time of nation-wide attention as the All Star Games....

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Ken Kesey Quotes

“You can't really be strong until you see a funny side to things.”

“The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”

“I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.”

''I'm so insane, I voted for Eisenhower.'' ''Oh yeah, well I'm so insane, I voted for Eisenhower TWICE!''