Love,
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Gravity, the Silent Killer?
Love,
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Labels: News
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Excerpt of Recent Episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
Mickey: It's not Minnie. It's Sam Jackson. Just like before.
(Jackson winks then drops behind bush again.)
Mickey: It's Sam Jackson again! Jackson, what are you doing?
Jackson: I moved to this bush!
Mickey: Where is Minnie? Minnie? Minnie?
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Monday, November 5, 2007
The New State Names
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Friday, November 2, 2007
Opening Remarks at 2007 Loggers Conference Rural Colorado
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
It's Time Again to Play... Kiss or Fight! (Article from Tiger Fight Magazine)
You know the rules...
1) The postman
A: FIGHT!
2) Defenseless Puppy
A: FIGHT!
3) A wolverine with jaws and claws bound in leather
A: KISS!
4) Paris Hilton in girlie underwear
A: FIGHT!
5) Prostitute whom you have all ready paid.
A: KISS!
6) John Ashcroft
A: FIGHT!
7) Now Ashcroft is unconscious
A: FIGHT!
8) You pummel his unconscious body, severly damaging it
A: FIGHT!
9) Now he is an unrecognizable pulp
A: KISS!
10) Your pals at Tiger Fight Magazine
A: KISS
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Friday, October 19, 2007
I used Blue's Clues to Stop the Terrorists
Blue had his paw prints on a dynamite belt, a downtown mall, and a manifesto entitled "Death to Bruce Willis."
I sat in my thinking chair and thinked, thinked, thinked.
Then I realized that the dynamite belt... could be used by Bruce Campbell to blow up... the manifesto about shopping malls - no wait. That's wrong.
What if the dynamite... was used to blow up a mall... where Bruce Campbell... was doing a celebrity appearance?
I went the mall where Bruce Campbell was speaking and success! The Terrorists did not blow up the star of "Evil Dead 2" and "Brisco Country Jr."
While I was there I heard that the Mall of America was hit during a "Return of Bruno" reunion concert, but you can't be everywhere at once!
Yours,
Steve or Joe
(I can't remember which one I am)
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Monday, October 1, 2007
The Kindergarten Treasure Chest
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Monday, September 24, 2007
What a fire ant thinks before a bite
Fire
Fire
Fire
Move
Feel
Bite?
No Bite?
Move
Fire
Fire
Feel
Bite?
Meat!
Oh, crap my thorax! I think I pulled a muscle in my thorax! Who's got an Advil? Jesus. Where the hell's the queen? Call Betty. Please... Where was I... Oh right...
Meat?
Bite!
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Monday, September 10, 2007
Can You Grade My Fantasy Football Team?
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Thursday, August 23, 2007
Zagat's guide to Methamphetamine
Addicts love the "intense focus" of the drug, especially as it gives you a "big buzz," adding that it's "highly addictive." Although some were less impressed by the side effects of "night terrors" and "habitual loss of teeth." All this said, locals love the drug you can "make at home" given it doesn't "explode and kill you."
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Swords will cut you WIDE OPEN!
Maybe the best thing Channel 101 has ever done. www.channel101.com
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:56 AM 0 comments
People who are beating John McCain in the polls right now
The only people not beating in this poll are McCain are Dick Chaney (undead) and George W. Bush (not eligible for 3rd term, also horrible horrible fucking president, really bad).
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:38 AM 1 comments
Monday, August 20, 2007
The best scene from The Bourne Ultimatum
INT: AFL-CIO HEADQUARTERS – DAY
BOURNE sits across from AFL-CIO President, John Sweeney
BOURNE: You’ve seen my Identity, and you know my Supremacy...
BOURNE slides an envelope across the table.
BOURNE: The terms are non-negotiable.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP – THE ENVELOPE
Sweeney's hands open it. It reads. “No health benefits.”
SWEENEY (VO): (gulp)!
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
Harry Potter's success 100% due to Scientology
It is no coincidence that Dianetics finally fell off of the New York Times best seller charts right when Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone debuted. It's all a part of the plan, people!
PROOF!
J K. Rowling is an anagram for Growl Jink (a jink is one of those aliens that live inside you and make you fail personality tests.)
Hedwig the Owl is the same color as L. Ron Hubbard's bleached white skin (post yacht death).
The actor who portrays Ron Weasley will turn to Scientology as soon as he realizes there are no parts for him once the Potter movies end.
And the final nail in the coffin!
Read the book The Secret. The 'Real Secret,' turns out, if you read the third letter of every paragraph, is that Harry Potter based on the real life wizard lover of Tom Cruise! Or maybe Travolta! (I admit I have not read the book.)
Without your precious Scientologists, your precious Harry Potter will have been read only as much as the Goosebumps series (which still is pretty good at the end of the day. Well done.)
Posted by Greg Rice at 7:44 PM 1 comments
Monday, August 6, 2007
Sharks represent 40% of the "People" on Facebook
Young ladies, be warned! Your precious Facebook was just an elaborate ruse by Tiger and Great White Sharks to lure you into a social networking sense of security.
When "Judd from Laguna" asks you to meet him "in the ocean," your answer must be no! Judd is actually a shark with rubber tipped fins, Internet access, and saint-like patience with a keyboard.
Once you are in the ocean, the shark will first confirm your identity (you will be wearing a rose on your bikini top). Then he will eat you.
Why did you abandon My Space, oh youths of 2007? The worst predator on that site was the Morey Eel, easily defeated with a sharp kick to the face.
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Sunday, August 5, 2007
Clown Vs. Wolf Battle Summaries
Rounds 41 to 45
41: Mexican Wrestling Radiation Clown vs. Tired Brittle Bone Wolf. Result: Wolf wins by urinating on wrestling mask, causing radiation chain reaction.
42: Jason Bourne Clown vs. Abe Vigoda Wolf. Result: Wolf wins by exposing Bourne to memories that he was never loved, dry old man Wolf wit used to maximum effectiveness.
43: Robot Sonic Boom Clown vs. New Born Wolf Puppies. Result: Wolf wins by being too small to be effected by sonic boom. Boom then reflected off urine-resistant sheets, destroys robot Clown.
44: Friday the 13th Jason Vorhees Clown vs. Jamie Lee Curtis Wolf. Result: Wolf uses Freaky Friday powers to change bodies with Clown, sticks large knife in neck, switches back. Linsey Lohan looks on with approval.
45: Me Clown vs. You Wolf. Result: You win, as always.
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Monday, July 30, 2007
Steven Baldwin's new show
Steven Baldwin's new show is called "Steven Baldwin's Yacht Rape Club" and the premise is simple...
Steven invites young women to his Yacht and they enjoy a few drinks.
That's it. Pretty innocent, really. Nothing else happens.
What? "Rape Club?" Sure it sounds bad, but it can't be further from the truth.
So why did Steven Baldwin choose to call his show "Steven Baldwin's Yacht Rape Club?"
Um...
To warn women against the dangers of going to his yacht! Yeah, that's-- no! Why would he have to warn anyone? It's all prefectly sweet.
In fact, just so the girls don't drink and drive, he gets Daniel to drive them home.
Oh... I get it now.
Posted by Greg Rice at 10:12 PM 1 comments
Sunday, July 29, 2007
The Top Five Movies of 2007
Although 2007 is just half done, this list will not be revised at year's end.
5) Rescue Dawn, Ratatouille, Zodiac, Once, 300, the Namesake, Grindhouse, and Waitress (tie)
4) Le Shgr - Dutch/Polish film so obscure that it does not exist
3) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - a page turner!
2) Goodfellas (1990) - surprised more critics didn't catch this one
1) Voices in my head - not the film, the actual voices, never stopping
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Saturday, July 21, 2007
Nicknames for ole Pops
My Ole Pops has many nicknames.
His real name is James S. Pork
So his buddies called him "Spicy Pork"
Which then turned into "Carnitas"
Which they shortened to "Car"
So then they called him "Automobile"
Which became "Model-T (the original Automobile)" then "Mr. T"
"Mr. T" morphed into "B.A." (T's A-Team nome de plume)
"B.A." turned into "Burnt Almonds" which then turned to "Arsenic"
"Arsenic" lasted for a day before they called him "Old Lace"
When they called him "Old Lace," James S. Pork snapped and ate his friends. Uncooked.
He is in prison now, and I never visit.
Above is a picture of James K. Polk since no known picture is available for ole Pops James S. Pork.
Though I call him ole Pops, he is clearly not by father, you of course know this.
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:36 PM 2 comments
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Transcript of when I called WingStop and Troy Aikman answered
Troy: WingStop, we got wings!
Me: Hi, can I place an order for...
Troy: Superbowl rings? Mine aren't for sale. Kidding. How can I help you?
Me: Umm... can I place an order for 10 hot and 10 lemon pepper.
Troy: I'm not gay, I finally got married.
Me: Sorry?
Troy: These are the best wings ever. We've won festivals and such.
Me: Oh. Um...
Troy: I've won many, many Superbowls as a quarterback. Do you recognize me?
Me: You are a quarterback?
Troy: For the NFL. Maybe you heard of it.
Me: Um...
Troy: Guess!
Me: I wanted some celery sticks too.
Troy: Guess who I am, you are so smart!
Me: Roger Staubach?
Troy: Staubach?
Me: Farve?
Troy: He's only won once! I said many.
Me: Joe Montana? Awesome!
Troy: No! Troy Aikman. I'm Troy Aikman.
Me: Oh. (pause.) I thought you said you weren't gay.
Troy: I'm not!
(Long pause.)
Me: So just the wings and celery then.
Troy: You want blue cheese?
Me: Sure.
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Monday, July 16, 2007
Prof. Snape's lines cut from the latest Harry Potter film
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Sunday, July 15, 2007
Goodbye Dog!
Hello Kitty is yesterday's news. There's no money in it. You say Hello to Kitty, and then Kitty stays there. There is no need to buy more Kitty, since you said Hello and why would Kitty leave?
I have invented a new success - Goodbye Dog!
There is much money in this for me, yes.
When you say Goodbye to Dog, the Dog is sad and leaves. You get the joy of making Dog sad, and then you have no more Dog. To get the joy of sad Dog, you have to buy another Goodbye Dog for you to say Goodbye to it.
The cycle repeats endlessly.
$$$!
Here is more trivia for you. Where does Goodbye Dog go when you say Goodbye?
To Rusty's tavern in Tampa, FLA. 2 for 1 Hurricanes! Spring Break!
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Friday, July 13, 2007
Non irony alert
Did you know that if you give a voice mail to a podcast, someone from a major newspaper will post it on their blog? It's like all web 2.0 and stuff.
Anyway I submitted a voice mail on my fave movie podcast Filmspotting and it got written up (briefly) by tribune critic Michael Phillips. Check out item #2 on the blog.
My podcast voice mail mention on this blog makes me more famous than George Clooney. Suck it, Clooney.
The blog...
http://featuresblogs.chicagotribune.com/talking_pictures/2007/07/two-from-out-th.html
And the postcast... (Filmspotting is terrific always, BTW)
http://www.filmspotting.net/2007/07/filmspotting-167-sicko-transformers-top.html
Ah Clooney, I can't stay mad at you!
Posted by Greg Rice at 10:05 AM 4 comments
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Condoleezza Nice!
While she may be the heart and soul of the worst presidential administration since fuckin' Taft, I think Condoleezza Rice should be called Condoleezza NICE!
Why do I say so?
* When told she made Time Magazine's list of 100 Most Influential People, she said "Aw Shucks, Fellas."
* Her policy of Transformational Diplomacy is based on democratic values, which are nice values generally.
* Refuses to waterboard people, at least personally.
Since Condie is such a sweetie, I think we should think of other nicknames for famous Rices.
* SF 49er player Jerry Rice is now called Jerry Thrice, for his three or more Super Bowl rings.
* Author Anne Rice is now called Anne Ice, for her chillingly realistic depiction of Tom Cruise as a gay vampire.
* Boston Red Sox player Jim Rice is now called Jim Lice, for his refusal to wash his uniform that led to an infestation of grubs.
* Gary Hart's friend Donna Rice is now called Donna Vice, cause she had sex with that one guy once.
And I should be called Greg Mice, cause Mice is allllll I eat!
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Thursday, July 5, 2007
The fun kind of bleeding
Contrary to Wikipedia, bleeding is normally not a fun activity.
But there are exceptions, three to be precise, when bleeding is a hoot.
1) When you bleed into the FunSparkle Bleed Machine, the most entertaining machine ever invented that runs on human blood.
2) When the FunSparkle Bleed Machine gives you a FunTime cut, making you bleed some more, and making the FunSparkle Bleed Machine twirl even faster.
3) When bleeding on the class action suit affidavit to the FunSparkle Bleed Machine Company that will make you rich, rich, rich!
So now I am worth tens of thousands, and have countless cuts on my hands and face?
Just like Edward James Olmos.
Photo by Jillallyn
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Monday, July 2, 2007
Draft of my personal ad for comments
Hi, I am going to post a personal ad on Yahoo Personals in 86 days and I'm very excited.
Here is what I have so far, and I'd love you to comment.
SWM, 39, seeks buddy to flip pancakes and make fun of others. Not sexual, but open to being perceived by others as creepy.
Must love Must Love Dogs
Also must love dogs
Also must love Dogz (children's toy line)
Also must love The Gods Must Be Crazy
Also must be crazy
Also must love the Gods
Also must love guns
Also must love Gun Crazy
Love of pancakes not required, but must love flipping things.
So what do you think? Maybe I can get a celebrity pal this way? Justin Long perhaps, TV's "Mac"?
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:19 AM 10 comments
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The opening of "The Shield"
Before the beginning of the FX series, "The Shield," an announcer must read the content rating by law. Here is a recent announcer's transcript:
"The Shield is rated TV-MA L S GV M A FOS GFFOHO DBIPOUT for Language, Sexual Situations, Nudity, Graphic Violence, Mutilations, Amputations, Forced Oral Sex, Guy's Face Forced On Hot Oven, and a Dude Burned In Pile Of Old Tires.
"It also has a scene where a fetus is ripped from a dying pregnant mother in a back alley. Serious... It's pretty fu(beep)d up."
(Long Pause...)
"This is supposed to be entertainment... ya know..."
(Rambling continues for 2-3 more minutes.)
(Loud knocking on the outside of the booth.)
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
President Reagan has been shot!
Go to hell, George P. Schultz!
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Joyful News
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Sunday, June 24, 2007
My favorite 5 things about Fantastic 4 part 2
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Thursday, June 21, 2007
Spid-ey-Mo
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
KCRW has made threatening sexual advances to me
Listen to the titles of their shows.
"The Business" - as in "I am going to give you... the business." What is the business? Does it involve me removing my pants?
"The Treatment" - as in "I am going to give you... the treatment." Much more unnerving? Does this treatment involve auto-erotic asphyxiation?
"Left, Right and Center" - clearly a name for his member and sidecars
"Movie Reviews with Joe Morganstern" - simply disgusting
I am going to report you to NPR (specifically Steve Inskeep), if you don't stop this, KCRW.
I'd switch to the Pasadena station (KCPP), but only if knew they would stop bitch-slapping me.
Posted by Greg Rice at 8:34 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Jerry Orbach is really Johann Sebastian Bach
Je - the french personal pronoun (le pronom personnel) for "I"
Re - to repeat, like Groundhog Day, or the Bill Murray movie about Groundhog Day
Or - the Cockney accent for "whore"
Bach - JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH!
Likely as punishment for fucking awful Brandenburg Concertos.
Posted by Greg Rice at 8:33 PM 3 comments
Monday, June 18, 2007
Dying is easy
Turns out I was, in fact, dead for several weeks. I would type on my keyboard, chuckling at my oft-misunderstood wit. But my words of gold would fail to ascend the servers of our beloved Google.
What was wrong? Did my IP address have too many "bits" in it? Was my CPU spending all of its power forcing digitized humans to race light cycles?
Maybe it was that truck that hit me? I still have that headlight shard in my eye socket and that can't be good. Plus I can walk through walls... and last time I looked, my name was not Shadowcat!!! (See X-Men #139)
Yep, I was dead. So how did I come back? It's easy, and you can do it yourself through a simple five step process involving common household items.
1) Rub head with Epsom salts
2) Take a hot bath
3) Remove shard of glass from eye/brain
4) Trade your soul for the life of all the pets on your street (to the demon "Dogeater")
5) Buy a new wardrobe! You earned it.
So my keyboard works, and my CPU has returned Jeff Bridges to the human world. All is right again.
Or is it?
Yes. Turns out it is.
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Friday, June 1, 2007
Forgiveness
I know the posting has dropped off substantially in May.
Two reasons.
1) I am an alcoholic.
2) Contrary to the advice of my friends and family, I have taken advantage of AA's "go back on booze" month of May.
The problem... here it is June, and I still like drinking that booze!
I question the logic of AA's program, but who am I to turn down the chance to "get active" in my alcoholism again.
Here's to my visions of spiders...
(Holding a mug of 99 cent vodka and $50 a shot cough syrup)
Your Pal,
Greeeeeeeeeeeeeg
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The major event
Woman: Honey, do you know what you want?
Man: Yes. (To Waiter.) I'll have the whitefish and a Caesar salad.
Woman: Oh my god! That is what I ordered!
The couple laughs.
The waiter laughs even harder.
Man: White fish!
Woman: Same order!
Fifteen minutes pass. Laughing.
Still laughing.
Reporter: White fish! Same order! This is the story of the year. What a scoop! Get the satellite up.
A satellite hook up broadcasts the event worldwide.
A crowd gathers outside the restaurant.
Crowd: White fish! Same order!
Men from the future materialize from a wormhole, laughing.
Future man #1: This is the event.
Future man #2: White fish!
Future man #1: Same order!
Man: You are from Future?
Future man #1: Yes... look!
They look at the satellite screen.
George W. Bush (on screen): White fish!
Bin Laden (on screen): Same order!
They shake hands. Laughing.
Man: The world is saved.
Woman: Same order!
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:03 PM 1 comments
Sunday, May 13, 2007
4 out of 5 dentists do not know they are dentists
As they go to work each day, they ask themselves: What am I doing? Why do I feel compelled each day to fix strangers' teeth? They seem to want to pay me money for this service. Is there a connection?
The other 20% of dentists, those who realize they actually are dentists, try to convince their colleagues to understand why they are being paid to work on teeth - or at least try to convince them to tell others they are dentists at cocktail parties - but to no avail.
This is why 20% of all dentists are very lonely, as the majority of other dentists will not admit to themselves they have chosen this life.
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Wednesday, May 9, 2007
An open letter from Calvin
I have never pissed on the logo of any automobile brand, foreign or domestic. I contain my urine to toilets, exclusively.
That boy is an imposter.
That is all,
Calvin
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:06 PM 1 comments
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Mad Magazine's parody of David Lynch's Inland Empire more linear than original
In the piece, a woman who mildly looks like Laura Dern is a female umpire in a Pamona-based minor league baseball team. "When looking for love, she strikes out!" says the piece.
The piece also had guest appearances by Agent Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks and Frank Booth from Blue Velvet. And it ended with a cameo from the director Lynch himself, holding a cup of coffee and a piece of cherry pie, and saying "Even I don't get it!!!!" to the reader.
It was clear that the author of the piece had not seen Inland Empire, nor a Lynch film from the past 15 years.
Coming up for Mad, a parody of Alfonso Cuarón's Children of Men, entitled Children of Mensch - in which all the Jewish people on the planet are no longer able to hold bar mitzvahs.
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:04 PM 1 comments
Thursday, May 3, 2007
The Delay - slow speed donkey chase
The reason for delays is simple - I have been locked in a week-long, slow-speed chase with MegaDonkey, the donkey made of anti-matter.
The donkey is incredibly slow, so he is easy to outrun. But like a zombie, MegaDonkey never sleeps, never stops. So my week has been a series of running, sleeping, being awoken by an approaching "haaaawww" noise, and running again.
Why am I running? Donkey anti-matter is fatal, and can destroy the universe. You're welcome.
Anyway that lasted for a week, but ended last night when I decided just to give him my goddamn carrots.
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:13 AM 3 comments
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Rock and Roll Lyrics are Disgusting!
Now I can't believe what you kids listen to. I had to hear for myself so I went down to the (pictured) local record store and bought a VHS tape.
That's right, you buy music on tape now! I only had vinyl LPs.
Well imagine my surprise that this VHS tape was just people having sex with each other. And very little music!
I had to make sure so I bought ten more tapes, and sure enough all of them had smutty sex. They give out Grammys for this?
Even the titles are without merit. I don't know what artistic goals are met with the title Ultimate Handjob #8. I also saw little carry-through of thematic elements when I went back and watched episodes 1-7.
The only saving grace is that record stores these days are open 24 hours and have hidden off-street entrances.
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:07 PM 16 comments
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Your children... now frowning!
All of your children are crazed joymongers, smiling eternally, pleased with life and all its potential.
But you are sad, since you will never know the joy of seeing your children sad.
Now you can join my service in which I take photos of your ever-smiling angels and "turn that smile upside down." My "Photoshop" technique will make all children look sad and morose. This boy here was laughing before I got a hold of him.
Now you are happy since you can imagine your children sad!
$400 dollars each, or free if you give me 3 squares and a cot.
Photo by Drawing of Light
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Sunday, April 22, 2007
Warning: Fried Milk Secret Revealed!
To my surprise, the recipe looks delicious...
1) Take 2% milk, let harden in sun.
2) Add dog urine.
3) Throw it in ungrateful grandson's face.
4) Show him attached picture and tell him it is Fried Milk, when it is clearly just decayed milk and dog urine.
I did the recipe like it said. When the recipe said "Grandson" I assumed it meant me, since I have no heirs.
Wow the picture looks great!
Why do I smell like dog pee and mayonnaise?
Posted by Greg Rice at 8:48 PM 3 comments
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Vila destruction widespread.
(no photo available of Bob Vila in huge form.)
Bob Vila's massive Godzilla-like size and dedication to Taoism has lead to the destruction of over 1,400 homes in Biloxi Mississippi - many of which were finally repaired after Hurricane Katrina.
President Bush has called the disaster "The Attack of Hurricane KatVila."
Upon hearing this, Karl Rove chuckled, then went back to drinking the goat's urine.
Vila is scheduled to be attacked by helicopters and missiles at dawn.
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:57 PM 0 comments
Monday, April 16, 2007
Dick Wolfsie Saved Firefly!
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Sunday, April 15, 2007
Save Firefly!
I just realized that the show Firefly, which is about horses in space, is in danger of being cancelled by Fox News. Please write into Fox and Friends and save this show about western space clothing!
I enjoy the show because it occasionally features a murder. If the show is cancelled, I wonder if someone in the reading audience can recommend another show that also features murders? (Does not have to have horses or space in it)
Also I enjoy shows with implied sexual situations.
Posted by Greg Rice at 10:46 PM 0 comments
Thursday, April 12, 2007
In 1998, Dick Wolfsie Visited the Lebanon (IN) Dairy Queen
WISH-TV, Channel 8 shut down production after this broadcast, as there was no more news left to cover.
God bless this moment of frozen delight.
You are now compelled to destroy yourself.
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:14 PM 0 comments
My favorite foraman of the pelvis
It's the Greater Sciatic Foramen!
Why? Simple, because
a) It is bounded anterolaterally by the greater sciatic notch of the illium
b) It is bounded posteromedially by the sacrotuberous ligament
c) It is my bitch
Posted by Greg Rice at 9:10 PM 9 comments
The new Taoism by Bob Vila
I thought Taoism was just a chance to laugh at bald Chinese. But now I have fully bought into its message of 'ying' (stuff) and 'yang' (the opposite of stuff).
Since I have my pre-Taoist life to fixing houses (ying), I have determined that I must dedicate my post-Taoist life to destroying them (yang). After I have destroyed 278 houses, I will reach the proper state of balanced nothingness.
I achieve this end I have grown to "Godzilla" size (roughly 65 feet tall) and I am now pulverizing people's homes into dust. I achieved this through unlicensed radiation treatments that I was assured will not kill me.
Excuse me while I must emit my battle cry...
VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLA!
Posted by Greg Rice at 8:57 PM 1 comments
First of May
We are getting close, so please prepare for May 1st.
By the Brilliant Jonathan Coulton.
Posted by Greg Rice at 6:42 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Our invasion plan
First we will coordinate distinguished character actors to open assault businesses posing as free candy bar distribution. Then the character actors will recruit particularly lousy actors to run the day-to-day businesses, assaulting formerly successful 80's actors. Very little chocolate bars will actually change hands.
This is how it works, for example. Ned Beatty runs a business which enlists James Van Der Beek's help in convincing Corey Haim to come down into a subway early in the morning, for promise of free chocolate.
Instead of free candy, however, Van Der Beek assaults Haim and calls his mother a dirty whore - mainly to release the anxiety caused by Beatty, who did the same thing to him hours earlier in the very same subway station.
The entire thing ends when the frustrated Haim, dressed in black, walks down the subway tracks in search for his owed chocolate. A morning trains destroys him.
Repeat the process enough times, and the earth is ours!
I pity you.
Coooree' Fqhel-dah-man
(best alien translation possible after seeing The Lost Boys)
Posted by Greg Rice at 8:06 AM 1 comments
Sunday, April 8, 2007
I run an underground assault business posing as free candy bar distribution.
Guest Post by Yaphet Kotto
Hello world.
I have an exciting opportunity that you will be interested in. I run a business that allows you to assault people early in the morning in any way you desire. All you must do is offer them free chocolate which you only need to provide roughly one out of every four times?
This is an especially promising career option if you are a lousy, albeit successful, actor.
What do I provide? Come to the subway station location that I will email you between 1:45am and 2:40am to find out.
I will not assault you!
Love,
Yaphet Kotto
Star of "Homicide: Life on the Street" aka H:LOTS
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Thursday, April 5, 2007
Free Chocolate Subscription Available
My street name is Gerog, but you may know me as motion picture actor James Franco. I am offering you an exciting opportunity. A free chocolate bar every day for life AT NO COST TO YOU.
Why am I doing this? I have a love of giving you chocolate and in fact, yes, I have an excess of chocolate as well.
I will tell you exactly where and when to pick up your free chocolate bar each day THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO! Be assured the bar will be unopened and you will not be harmed.
If you think your mother is a filthy whore, than you will come down and enjoy my chocolate.
Love (deeply),
James Franco (aka Gerog)
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Wednesday, April 4, 2007
I am cancelling my chocolate bar subscription
Sirs –
I am hereby cancelling my chocolate bar subscription effective immediately.
Originally, I must confess that I thought a program in which I received “free chocolate” every day was an dubious concept, but the promise of free delicious chocolate must have blinded me to this. I should have known that a man delivering me the free chocolate bar on a subway platform between 4:45 and 5:15am was an atypical supply chain.
In the past three months, your employee has verbally, physically, and sexually assaulted me during these morning hours. Furthermore, I have only received 8 chocolate bars in this time, and many of them have been partially eaten.
Per your request, I am delivering this cancellation note between the hours of 3:18 and 4:13am on the subway tracks between the two designated stations, dressed in black. I expect the 74 chocolate bars that I am owed will be present upon delivery of this note.
On a personal note, please tell Gerog that he is wrong about my mother.
Best,
Tiger Woods (FKA C. Thomas Howell)
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Defective Minotaur for sale
Delicious man-bottom is functional.
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What I did
I stuffed a Pop-tart
Inside another Pop-tart
Inside another Pop-tart
Inside a dinner roll
Inside a taco shell
Inside a Pop-tart
Inside my body
Inside a coffin!
Photo by NoiseCollusion
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