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Archive for May 13th, 2011

Go to Sleep.

Update:  This thought occurred to me when I was writing an e:mail to a friend tonight…

Thought for the Day:  How much of the fascination with Facebook is because FaceBook plays on people’s desire to reinvent the past?

Just a thought.  Yes, I know it is a social network.  But beyond the people you are talking to daily, those people who contact you after 20 years… why haven’t you had contact before now?

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You know how it is – over time your little ones develop immunities to your charming attempts to entice them into going to bed.

You develop counter-strategies.  They develop counter-counter-strategies.  Then you find a MOABB (Mother of All Bedtime Bombs) and think “Hey, I’m f**king on top of it!”  And then the cute little vermin find a way past your fortified defenses and nuke you in retaliation.

And before you know it their boundless energy surpasses yours and you go stark raving bonkers and start thinking Jack Torrance (The Shining) was on to something.

A book is here that won’t fix a damn thing but might make you laugh.  “Go the F**k to Sleep“.

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I saw this on FARK and couldn’t resist mentioning it.

Ready?

4 arrested, accused of selling drugs, raccoon meat at Houston car wash

Is selling raccoon meat really so much of a problem that it gets linked in with drugs?

Do they have legitimate raccoon meat farms.  (Shhhhhh – don’t breath a word of it around Bunk Strutts at Tacky Raccoons – I think there’s some sensitivity there but I am totally guessing and base that on nothing at all, really)

Yes, that was a shameless plug for the Obama gets locked out animation I saw at Tacky Raccoons.

The next interesting FARK one is this:

The court ruled in her favor and now she can masturbate at work.

With porn on company computers, no less.  It’s the wave of the future folks.

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People don’t usually deserve to get shot.  This guy sure earned it though.  Bitching at someone because they didn’t thank you?  What are you, twelve?

I opened up the door for a gentleman. He walked in, and I quietly said, ‘Why don’t you say thank you for holding the door open?’ – Bitchy Gentleman Jay Rodgers

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