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APRIL FOOLS! Did you miss our April Fools gag that had visitors scratching their heads and wondering if they should call tech support? Get a load of it here! Friday, April 14, 2006 QUICK JOKE Three lawyers met at an upscale nightspot for drinks one Friday night, got real plastered and met with unfortunate results on their way home. On Saturday, they were comparing notes during a round of golf. Lawyer 1 said he had gotten so drunk that he became disoriented and was very sick. When he arrived home he said that he was in such bad shape that he even blew chunks. Lawyer 2 said he thought he had an even worse experience. He lost control of his new BMW and totaled it by driving it into a utility pole. Fortunately, he wasn't injured in the crash. Lawyer 3 claimed his experience was the worst. He said when he got home his girlfriend was so pissed at him for being out late that she started throwing things at him. She totally destroyed a Ming dynasty vase that had an appraised value of over a half a million dollars. Then she went into the garage and started up his new Ferrari after dumping sugar in the gas tank. Lawyer 1 was standing there just shaking his head and crying uncontrollably. The other two asked him what was the matter. He said, "You guys just don't understand - "Chunks" is my dog!" QUICK JOKE II
The mafia is organized. QUICK JOKE III A man is walking along a sidewalk when he notices a small brown shape on the floor. Curious, he approaches it and the shape starts looking like poop. Now, he's pretty sure that it is but he kneels over and sniffs it. For sure, he thinks it must be poop but he has to be sure. He scoops some of it on his finger and tastes it. "It's definitely poop...thank god I didn't step in it" he says.
QUICK JOKE IV "O.k. mom." the son says, and proceeds to pray for a full hour asking for God to give him sight, before he drifts off to sleep.
In the morning mom comes into the room and says...
"Now Billie, before you open your eyes, did you pray last night?" "Yes Mommy."
"And did you truly believe God can give you sight?"..."Yes Mommy." "O.K. Billie
open you eyes."...
GOT JOKE? VIDEO OF THE WEEK
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Polo! Ha, ha! I'm just kidding. It's a little of that angry white guy humor. Speaking of facts, though, I'm not white. I'm actually black... and a little Native American too. I'm good at math too, so I think there's a little Asian in there as well. Anyway, being all ignorant on the subject I guess I just can't grasp why it's called "illegal" immigration. Perhaps "illegal" is just a cute little word they threw in to make it sound more important sort of like the way people put "le" in front of words to make them sound French. Like "lesbian." Anyway, I know that not everyone from Mexico is a drug dealer. I don't think I ever said they were. At least I'm being honest and I'm not some rich fat politician pandering for your vote because, honestly, that's all it boils down to is some politician who wants some naturalized citizen to get votes off of. You think that they're going to give a shit once they've got the Hispanic vote and they're starving on the streets because they can't find work? Thanks for helping me keep my facts straight though.
Shut up. I did NOT just impress a conservative! Shit, I need to do something about this! Uh... Gay Marriage and Abortions for everyone! Impeach Bush! Hillary in '08! Oh, God! I feel so dirty! THIS JUST IN! Scooter Libby fingered Bush and Cheney in the CIA leak! Bush presidency going down in flames! Fox News unable to spin! At this point, I divide the people still supporting Bush into two groups: Evil or stupid. THE HARD STANCES WE TAKE Sometimes something comes along that really tests your convictions. For years now, I've firmly believed in the right to die, that someone who is terminally ill and has no chance of recovery can simply choose to end the pain and suffering and die with dignity. It's a real easy position to take... ...at least until someone you know and love makes that choice. For me, it's my Mamaw. She's not really my grandmother, but rather my wife's. Still, I love her like she's mine and she thinks of me as her grandson. She's a quiet person who has spent the last ten of her 81 years fighting kidney failure, a cancer where she'd lost an eye, and a weakening body, who gets around solely by the use of a walker, who can barely eat anything without getting sick, and who - if she bumps anything lightly - gets large painful bruises. My mother-in-law, a nurse, told us that she is on so much morphine for pain that it would knock out a full grown man. For Mamaw, it simply takes the edge off. Well, Mamaw told my mother-in-law a couple of days ago that she was going to stop dialysis and move up to Arkansas where she lived most of her life. By doing this, it means that - when she does stop - she will have anywhere from four to sixteen days to live before she passes away. This is a decision that Mamaw is at peace with. She believes that when she dies, she's going to heaven and there will be no more pain for her. Believe me, if any one of us has a shot of going there, it's Mamaw and if there was anything I could do to lessen her burdens I would. But here's the deal: After going to her home, talking with her with my wife at my side, we were both driving back and I found myself questioning the decision. Is she in her right mind? Is she suffering from depression? It wasn't until a little while later - much to my shock and horror - that I realized that by questioning her desire to end her life peacefully, I was betraying my own core beliefs. So, yeah, I'm a little ashamed... but I'm not sorry for feeling the way I do. I just don't want her to leave us. I have a family member pass away due to cancer eight years ago and it still feels like an open wound on my heart. I do not... Do not want to go through that again. There's many things I deal with okay, but death isn't one of them. But my reasons for wanting Mamaw to stay aren't for her, they are for me. I want her around, I want her to be here when Amy and I introduce her to her first great grandchild. She's a part of my life that I don't want to leave... not yet. At the same time, I have to remember what was said to me eight years ago when I was being comforted by my mother after we'd lost that family member to cancer. I said that I wanted her back and my mom, in wisdom well beyond her years and political affiliation told me, "I do too, but not the way she was at the end." So, I respect Mamaw's decision. I don't like it, but I respect it and I support her right to do what she feels is right for her to do. In the meantime, we're going to be with Mamaw and love her and let her know that she's loved in return. We'll be making memories the next couple of weeks until her time to stop treatment comes. It's been an eye opening experience for me, that's for sure. To say that you're behind an ideal is one thing, to truly confront it... that's another and it's a lesson that I will not take lightly.
Until next week! Keep that mail coming! It's feeds and comforts me.
Friday, April 7, 2006 QUICK JOKE
You Know You Are Still a Republican If ... QUICK JOKE II Two women get together for lunch, and one looks absolutely disgusted and irritated. "What's the problem?" the first woman asks. The second woman says "Oh, my husband sent me a dozen roses this morning. That means I'm going to have to spend all night on my back with my legs up in the air!" To which the first woman replies "Oh really? In our house, we just put them in a vase!" QUICK JOKE III
A man walks into a bar, and the bartender tells
the man that he has a horse in the back of the bar, and if the man can make the
horse laugh, he will give the man free drinks all night. So the man goes to the
horse, and whispers something in it's ear, and sure enough the horse starts to
laugh like crazy. So the man got free drinks all night.
QUICK JOKE IV
GOT JOKE? VIDEO OF THE WEEK "What I wanted to say to you is that in my lifetime, I have never felt more ashamed of, nor more frightened by my leadership in Washington, including the presidency, by the Senate...And I would hope -- I feel like despite your rhetoric, that compassion and common sense have been left far behind during your administration, and I would hope from time to time that you have the humility and the grace to be ashamed of yourself inside yourself..."
Fuck what the Republicans call patriotic.
Anyone who can stand up to the most powerful man in the world and say
what this guy says is a true patriot and we salute him!
Thank you for that, Sexi Bum, but as a fat man I can assure you that my boobs are bigger than yours.
I've got a big announcement on the front page talking about impeaching that piece of shit, I sell Anti-Bush T-Shirts, and I have at least one horrible thing to say about the president every week and you come here and act surprised that I think Bush supporters are fucking morons? Guess which category this puts YOU in!
Most people do, but I appreciate your sympathy for my family's current situation.
WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO Since I have nothing really to say this week other than more shit about Bush (which I think I've already done this time around - Woot! 32 percent and falling!) I'm just going to give a status report on what's going on in my life and what I've been up to. I warn you, this is liable to get very boring so you might want to scroll down past this entry and get to the updates. Well, the first big bit of news is that I've applied to get certified as a teacher. That's right, the minds of young impressionable children will be mine to mold like clay. Hopefully, with this program that we have going here in Texas I'll be certified and teaching by August which will totally rock. And, yes, unfortunately, I am staying here in this vast soulless red state for a little while longer. Jobs in Anchorage, Portland, and Fairbanks all fell through and my wife decided that she wanted to stay here in Fort Worthless. She did promise me that we wouldn't live here forever, but I just don't believe that I'll ever get out of this state now. I'm stuck here so I guess I'd better get used to it. After all, we're looking at buying a house now and what will that be but yet another goddamn thing holding me here. This might explain why I've been on the rag here lately too. Not leaving this godforsaken hellhole of a state has turned me into a grumpy bastard of a man and looking back at some of my blogs it's really starting to show. I'll try to be less of a fucker, but no promises. On the creative front, I'm still working on my book, myself and the other writers of Justice Squad have finally wrapped on the fourth season and the summer project, Nightlfyer Begins, has been scripted and is being revised. I've got a new exhibit for The Crap Factory up my sleeve which will be interestingly creepy. If you liked the Ghost Gallery, you like this one too. Other than that, I don't have a lot of other things in the pipe so yeah, uh... end blog.
That's all I got this week. Happy Easter! Friday, April 21, 2006 QUICK JOKE
Diana answers, "I died in a car crash, but wait till you see my friend, he looks much worse than I do!" Half an hour later Dodi shows up. "My God," St. Peter gasps, "you look terrible." "This is nothing. Wait till you see my driver," Dodi tells him. Half an hour later some bones and flesh move slowly to the Gates, and St. Peter says, "So you're the driver?" "No, I'm Mother Theresa!" QUICK JOKE II
A middle manager is called into his bosses office on a Monday morning. He is
told he has to get rid of one employee in his department by the next Monday.
"Downsizing."
He looks at her and says "To be honest, I'm having a tough time here. I can't
decide if I should lay you or Jack off." QUICK JOKE III
A man walks into a bar and asks for a beer.
"Certainly, sir," says the bartender. "That'll be one cent." "One penny?!"
exclaims the guy. "That’s right."
QUICK JOKE IV "It's cool, Dick," Bush tells him, "You see I was driving back from the airport in the Presidential limo when it broke down. Well, I've got to get back here for my speechifying and things so I decide to hitch a ride. That's when the most beautiful blonde college coed drives up in this car and says, 'Wow, you're the president!'" Well, I get in the car with her and she drives me towards the White House but just before we get here, she pulls into a parking garage, takes off all of her clothing and says, 'Take what you want, Mr. President!'" Cheney is astounded, "My God, that's incredible! What did you do?" "I took the car 'cause I didn't think that the clothes would fit me."
GOT JOKE? VIDEO OF THE WEEK You're always hearing about how movies are going back into The Disney Vault but have you ever wondered exactly what it's like in there? Be patient. Video takes a while to load.
To the complete dumbass who bought evilkitty.com at great expense, Please enjoy your new website.
Love,
FAIR THEE WELL, GAYCE
I shall miss Randy thinking that boyish handsomeness is a good substitute for talent and watching Simon Cowell stare on in disbelief that no one seemed to realize just what a shitty singer you are. I shall miss your shrill falsetto butchering of popular songs and you flashing that scar on your chest as though it's your sexiest commodity. I shall miss you tearing up on stage when you think that America finally wised up enough to vote you out and then the overwhelming expression of surprise when someone better than you was thrown out the door. So, good-bye Ace Young. Heaven forbid, if you decide to return to FOX Studios with a gun, please do us all a favor and pick off that Kellie Pickler skank before you turn your weapon on yourself. PAIN IN THE GAS Gas prices are going through the roof! Now before you roll your eyes and say, "Hell, he's going to complain more about Bush again," be shocked and awed because today's rant has nothing to do with Bush. Yeah, him, the VP, and his Bush Sr. are profiting out of their corrupt butts over this whole fiasco, but I'm not going to lay a single verbal finger on the President or his cronies. Gas prices are going through the roof and I couldn't be happier. Is Bush to blame? Sure, but today I'm laying the burden on you, America. You, the yuppie pinheads who buy a three ton SUV or one of those ridiculous Hummers and then drive by yourself. This is - in a large way - your fault and I'm enjoying every delicious minute of it.
Does this make me a bad person thinking of how wonderful the fact that little Johnny can't have a new baseball glove because Daddy is blowing a hundred bucks a week filling up his Hummer? Yes, it does... but I ask you, who is the worse person here? Me, I am simply taking happiness from the misfortune of others. Nothing wrong with that... Germans have been doing it for years. SUV and Hummer drivers, on the other hand, are sucking down a fading natural recourses, taking up valuable parking places, bullying other vehicles on the streets, dumping more greenhouse gases into the air, and driving the already high price of gas even higher. This is a good thing! These pinheads who bought these silly looking gas hogs in the first place are now being rear-ended for their own egotism. Thanks for buying a mid-life crisis mobile, jackass! I laugh at you and your increasing fuel bill. And, you know, I know there are people out there who feel that they genuinely need a sports utility vehicle. Well, fuck you... you do not and shame on you for setting a bad example for your children by buying a wasteful behemoth of a vehicle. My brother, sister, and I went to school stuffed in the back of a Ford Escort and if it was good enough for us, it's good enough for your damn kids too. Got an SUV because you think it's sexy? Let me ask you something... what the hell is so sexy about a gigantic box on wheels? You're about as sexy as Horatio San's nipples. Got it for the safety? Well, allow me to say screw you from all of the small cars you obviously can't see when you sail your cruise ship onto the freeway. Besides, you ever hear of SUV Invincibility Syndrome? Basically, it means that people who drive SUVs turn into aggressive penises behind the wheel endangering themselves and others. Why is that safe? And exactly what is the point of having a 4X4 vehicle in an urban city? That's like a nun wearing a diaphragm! Now, believe it or not, I still haven't gotten to my most hated offenders. Yeah, SUVs are stupid, overpriced, and inefficient, and Hummers are gas swilling nightmares that make oil sheiks very happy, but the people I hate most of all... people who drive huge pick up trucks. I see them everywhere in Texas... even here in the big city. Quad cab, extra-long beds... the trucks you need an escalator to get inside. What is the damn point!? Trucks are designed to haul things, not to ferry your fat ass down to Dairy Queen for a blizzard! I'm sure that if you drive an SUV or other big vehicle that compensates for your lack of a huge penis, you're very mad at me right now. Considering that I think you're all either stupid or morally repugnant pinheads who kill soldiers and poison the environment, I could care less. I hope your absurd little tanks spontaneously burst into flames because you're all like the fat man who sits down with starving people and wants to eat a bigger share. You're false-machismo is costing us dearly and I can only hope that when the terrorists who you have supported with your gas money strike that you and your cartoonish, thuggish, gluttonous, and most utterly useless and deadly vehicles are at ground zero. Pissed off? Well, too bad. Take some responsibility for what's going on!
And that, as they say, is that. go buy a hybrid jackass.
Sunday, April 30, 2006 QUICK JOKE
QUICK JOKE II
A man staggers into an emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, two
black eyes and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat. QUICK JOKE III
Sister Mary burst into the office of the principal
of Our Lady of Perpetual Motion parochial school in an advanced state of
agitation. "Father!" she cried, "just WAIT until you hear this!"
"Well, father" the nun began, "I was just walking
down the hall to the chapel and I heard some of the older boys wagering money!"
QUICK JOKE IV
GOT JOKE? VIDEO OF THE WEEK Yes, I'm back to Bush-bashing. Enjoy this amazingly edited music video.
Dear Tilr, How the hell do you pronounce "Tilr" anyway? Did your cat walk across your keyboard and you thought, "Hey, that's a nice name!" or did you actually come up with that strange amalgamation of letters on purpose? Actually, you know what? Don't answer, I don't care. Be happy to know that by changing your mind and deciding not to buy one of those ghastly substitute for a massive penis, you are no longer stupid. I have mailed you a frameable certificate stating this and if it doesn't reach you it's probably Bush's fault. Stay SUV-Free!
Love,
SO LONG, DICKLER... SHUT UP, VOTEFORTHEWORST.COM!
Don't tell me she didn't... just leave me my fantasy of seeing that trailer trash slut drowning in her own sweet sweet tears. So, yeah, all the crap performers are finally off American Idol. No more Gayce, Sucky, or Dickler. None of these people are gumming up the works and now American Idol can finally be a real competition. But now I have to bitch a little bit because, let's face it, it wouldn't be the Slightly Warped Website Blog if I didn't bitch about something. Votefortheworst.com. You've seen this, right? It's the website that encourages people to call in and vote for person they perceive as the worst performer on American Idol. Some call them mean, some call them hilarious, I watch them with muted interest. Well, their first flagship contestant this year was Kevin "Chicken Little" Covais which was understandable because he did suck and had no business being on the show. But when he was voted off not too long into the competition, it was a huge blow to VFTW since they've time and time again made the grandiose claim that they were the ones who kept the porky screecher Scott Savol in the competition so long last year and that they have such an enormous sway over the show. Instead of moving to the next worst contestant like Ace or Bucky, VFTW latched on to Kellie Pickler. An odd choice. While she not the best singer in the competition, I'd hardly call her the worst but VFTW said that they were backing her because she was a liar and that her personality was fake. Um... Okay, I thought that they were backing bad singers, but whatever. So, Kellie stayed in as Ace, Bucky, and Mandisa (done in by some supposedly anti-gay comments and a terrible performance) fell to the wayside. VFTW took credit for Kellie staying on American Idol saying that it was their influence - and not the fact that there were worse singers and she was a hot babe - that kept her alive. I'm sure being a hot babe had nothing to do with it. Really. And now Pickler's gone. Did VFTW decide to just cut their losses and pack it in this season? No, now they are encouraging people to vote for Taylor Hicks. Taylor! Not because he's a bad singer, but because he would be a marketing nightmare! And so we have the sad story of votefortheworst.com, an irrelevant website and some irrelevant people trying desperately to make themselves look relevant. I'm sure that Taylor will do very well (he is an awesome entertainer, has a great personality, tremendous charisma, and a great voice) and, yeah, he even has a chance to win it and, if he does, the non-entities at votefortheworst.com will be patting themselves on the back and bragging about how much influence they carry in the world and inflating their ego all the more. I'm not fooled. Don't you be either. GOODBYE GRANDMA So, why the late update? I wish I could say it was because of laziness or my forgetting how to work a computer, but it was a much sadder reason.
On Sunday, after several days of Hospice "care" which resorted to little more than pumping her so full of drugs she didn't know up from down, she got her wish. The pain stopped and she went home. I only knew this woman for the last four years, but in those four years this frail one-eyed lady won my heart. She was an absolute sweetheart who never raised her voice in anger and who welcomed everyone into her life and into her home. She refused to call me a grandson-in-law, I was her grandson and she was my grandma. She's only been gone a week and I already miss her terribly. My in-laws and I spent most of last week in Hot Springs Arkansas preparing for the funeral. It was tough, we were all tired, and the funeral home that was recommended to us by family was an incompetent collection of the laziest people I've ever come in contact with. These were the kind of people that you had to poke with sticks before they would do anything. Still, the funeral went off without a hitch, it was a very pleasant and very moving ceremony, and now I've got another hole in my heart that I know will never quite close all the way up again. Also, I have to say, Hot Springs Arkansas is an awesome little town which is aptly named. Downtown, there are natural hot springs that pump hot water to the surface which is sprayed out in fountains and in a pretty spectacular waterfall. Plus, any city that proudly proclaims itself as the boyhood home of Bill Clinton is okay in my book. Hey, say what you will about the man... but imagine my sorrow having to drive back into Texas and seeing the sign "Proud home of President George W. Bush" on the state line. Yeah, Bill had his scandals... but they were fun scandals and, unlike Dubya's, didn't make you think that you were doomed. While I'm happy that Mamaw got the funeral that she wanted with her family and friends present, it really got me to thinking... really, what's the point? We buried grandma in a beautiful purple and white casket with an embroidered rose on the inside lid. It brought my mother in law some comfort because Mamaw liked purple, but why spend four thousand dollars on a pretty box you're going to bury and never see again? As Christians, we believe that our souls go to heaven that that a dead body is simply a shell. Why spend so much money burying a shell? I spoke to my wife on the car ride back and I told her that I want to be cremated when I die and that I want my ashes scattered on an Alaskan glacier. She told me that she wants to be cremated and that her ashes are to be scattered in Hawaii. So what a great idea! We can save money little by little and, when we do die, we can send our kids (or whatever surviving relatives we have) someplace beautiful for a vacation in our memory. I mean, honestly, if you want someone to really remember you why not do something nice for them after death?
That's it for this week. Join us again on Friday when the website churns itself into full gear again.
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