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| preheat oven to 350 degrees. mix butter, sugar, and jealousy. set sail on the ocean at 140 knots. served cold. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-12-02 21:58:00 | |
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| feeblemamblenafflewaffflehembleleedle.z-rzattlefeedlenougat-nougat-noautu-ZAP-atelly stop leaking lightbulbs you treacherous son of a knave. i'll have your francis ford coppola III for this. i mean it. no, naw. i don't. just kiddin | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-28 14:22:00 | |
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| (01:17:16) beyon (01:20:15) fatshionista: lmao (01:20:18) fatshi how he says boooshit (01:17:54) bcegotCall this function to retrieve the first object with dead == true in the group. * This is handy for checking if everything's wiped outdivoercd: lmao (01:17:20) beyoncegoonista: he say for the win (01:20:22) fatshionista: way before taht wasa thing (01:20:28) fatshioBX: I liketdivoercd: back when dsp didnt have fatty voice (01:17:27) Bz: bowlshiteyoncegotdivoercd: im laughing (01:20:01) cSHsta: early adopter | |
| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2010-11-27 01:27:00 | |
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| The violence of his urination echoed through the hallway. | |
| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2010-11-26 03:13:00 | |
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| actual tracklisting coming sometime from riced out records | |
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01 a blender with a history 02 alpha donut 03 melvins catastrophe 04 autonomic dyspepsia 05 trampoline dream 06 boogie woogie oogie oogie eegy oogie ogga pants 07 creepy joe 08 the ballard of electric larry and fancy steve 09 zeppelin toast 10 goodnight hand |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-26 01:18:00 | |
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| real tracklisting found in the wild | |
01 Chopping Channel - (untitled, live 5/99) 02 Wobbly - “Only Musical” 03 Natasha Spencer - “The house she flew in on (excerpt)” 04 PLU/JBHP/Wobbly - “Heads off” 05 Chopping Channel - (untitled, live 5/99) 06 PLU/JPHP/Wobbly - “Yodel Bomber” 07 Wobbly – “Yo Yo Yo Yoyo Yo, Hey...” 08 John Oswald - “Funky X (excerpt)” 09 Wobbly – “Make You We We Go Man Go Yo Midyididiyid” 10 Wobbly – “Girl. I Getchoo. Oh Oh Oh.” 11 Wobbly - “Clawing your eyes out down to your throat” 12 Wobbly - “Worry don’t thing” 13 Wobbly - “Losing blook” 14 Wobbly - “Hard, like duck” 15 Wobbly - “Vingt regards (no. 15)” |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-26 00:41:00 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-25 01:02:00 | |
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| Conjunctions are for pussies. Aren't they? | |
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your googles arses a curse; but, then again, what ever happened to pop will eat itself? pork seems to be big news these days. I heard hte other day that some dude ate pork and the pork tasted good; but it is STILL a growers market. I mean, loook: "mirror" is just like saying "see" in american in mexican, which is funny...... mirrors can't see a darn thing, but they can reflect... which is more than you can say aBOUt that damned goldfish of yours. seriously d00d. All that thing does is eat and swim around in mace (I guesss that's why it can't see anymore). how bout you do something bout that... dick
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| Posted by shitbowl @ 2010-11-23 14:57:00 | |
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| you can bank on america | |
| FOR the porstulates of the horizontal forthwith. zappa's frugitude on his wikipedia page somehow intersects with that dream i had about recursive time travel portals (disreputable asian gentlemen used them to let anyone who paid a fee into computer store stockrooms in a parallel universe so they could lift some stuff. but some parallel universes had caught on, and shit had gotten complicated. they had to cycle you through three portals or so, one inside the next, in order to avoid being traced back to their origin universe. i was on one of these runs. charge through the portals. grab some shit. run back through one. then another. back! seems okay... but then some shit is weird. was that a decoy portal? had it been placed there to make me think i was returning to my universe, when it was really leading me into another foreign one? was i even in the right universe? honestly, i've been very careful about fucking around with parallel universes after that) and the glandular hypostatic pudding that sustains our primordial consciousness, but i'll be damned if i know how. all i know is zebb -- cloimpt. pertimpt. persnicket. marteetsle. nouchacha. wouringa. wourounga. watchuzlet. maekletlq. lsrdlfnt. knt. z HONEY IT'S CUTTING OUT AGAIN | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-22 17:57:00 | |
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| unfavorable review | |
| I WENT TO THE MALDEN SMOKE SHOP ON PLEASANT STREET THAT I'VE BEEN GOING TO NOW FOR ABOUT A YEAR SINCE IT OPENED. THERE IS A WOMAN AT THE FRONT DESK WHO IS SHORT WITH SHORT BROWN HAIR. SHE TREATED ME HORRRRRIBLY. I CAME IN TO GET CIGARETTES FOR MY SON WHO HAS A BRAIN TUMOR. BUT EVERYTIME I GET THESE CIGARETTES ALMOST ALL OF THE TOBACCO FALLS OUT OF THEM. SO I ASKED THE WOMAN AT THE DESK WHY THIS WAS HAPPENING, SHE SAID THEY THEY WERE JUST LOOSE AND THAT THEY WOULD TIGHTEN ON THEIR OWN. THEN! SHE STARTED BLAMING *ME* SAYING THAT I PUT THE TOBACCO IN THE MACHINE THE WRONG WAY! BUT THERES ONLY ONE FREAKIN WAY TO DO IT!!!!! I TRIED TO STAY CALM. BUT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF ME STATING MY COMPLAINT SHE TOLD ME TO *SHUT THE FUCK UP* *STOP MOVING YOUR LIPS OR I WILL PHYSICALLY REMOVE YOU FROM THE STORE* * SHUT UP OR I WONT GIVE YOU SERVICE* SHE CONTINUOUSLY INSULTED ME AND TOLD ME TO SHUT MY MOUTH, STOP FLAPPING MY LIPS. ETC. SHE WAS EXTREMELY RUDE AND HUMILIATING. SHE BROUGHT ME TO TEARS. I HAVE SEEN HER TREAT OTHERS THE SAME WAY SO I REALIZED QUICKLY THAT THEY STOPPED DOING BUSINESS WITH HER AND WOULD RATHER WAIT IN LINE FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO ASSIST. I KNOW MANY OTHER PEOPLE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD WHO GO THERE THAT CAN VERIFY THIS. I WILL KEEP POSTING THESE BLOGS EVERY DAY TO LET EVERYONE I KNO AND EVERYONE I DONT KNOW. EVERYONE WILL SEE THIS. MY CHILDREN WILL BE POSTING IT ON FACEBOOK AS WELL. I HAVE TALKED TO PEOPLE WHO SAY THEY WONT DEAL WITH HER BECAUSE THEY'RE AFRAID OF BEING EMBARASSED AND HUMILIATED. THIS WOMAN IS NOT A PEOPLE PERSON AND SHE SHOULD NOT BE RUNNING AND OPEN BUSINESS SUCH AS A SMOKE SHOP WITH THE ATTITUDE SHE HAS. SHE DOES NOT DESERVE THE BUSINESS THAT GOES THROUGH THERE. AND WHEN I'M THROUGH SHE WONT HAVE A BUSINESS. ANYONE WHO CANT FIND THE RESPECT TO LET SOMEONE SPEAK THIER MIND AND THEN DEMAND THEM TO SHUT THIER MOUTH, SHOULD LEARN RESPECT AND SHUT UP THEMSELVES. I WILL NEVER SET EVEN A TOE IN THIS SHOP AGAIN. I'D RATHER PAY FULL FOR MY CARTONS THEN BE TREATED THAT WAY. I WILL ABSOLUTELY MAKE SURE THAT THE WORD IS SPREAD ABOUT THIS. MY SON IS IN A BAD STATE AND IS NOW EVEN MORE UPSET TO HEAR I WAS TREATED SO WRONGFULLY AND THAT I COULDNT GET HIS CIGARETTES TODAY AND THAT I WONT BE GOING BACK. SO I SUGGEST TO EVERYONE IF YOU WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE AND BE TREATED KINDLY AND COURTEOUSLY AND WITH RESPECT, FIND A NEW SMOKE SHOP. I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!!!! | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-20 13:44:00 | |
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| harrison ford put some lsd on my tounge | |
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the other day, i was exiting the neighborhood russian market. i had a pair of baltika 4's and little expectation of finding anything other than my car in the parking lot (even this wasn't certain, in fact). however, not only was my car there, but so was harrison ford. he was leaning against the whitewashed concrete back of the market, smoking a cigarette. he was actually right next to my car. like, if he'd decided to sit on a car instead of lean against the wall, he'd have probably picked my car. and maybe even dented it. that's how close he was to my car. so i figured, you know, this is enough license to hassle him with some awkward/weird fan interaction.
i walked up and plonked my beers down on the roof of my car, then looked him in the thankfully, harrison ford was not phased. "man in the parking lot!" he replied. we shook hands. i leaned up against the wall next to him. "so how're fings" i ask. "oh, you know." he says. i nod, and a moment passes. "so what'd you buy?" he asks. "two liters of baltika 4. want one?" "is that a beer? nah." i suppose it was 11am. "it's a spaceship," i mumble. harrison ford boggled at me. "...in my mind." i hastily amended. i realized that harrison ford was now listed amongst the victims of my strange sense of humor. as i processed this, harrison ford spoke again: "i am many things, inside my mind." now it was MY turn to boggle. "i, er, didn't bjork say that in an animated gif?" i ask. "probably." i figured the ice had melted a bit by this point, so i busted out an actual question: "so, yeah, what was up with that conan o'brien appearance?" "Acid. Want some?" I did. He produced a baggie of sugar cubes from his pocket, and instructed me to stick out my tounge. he made some mystical noises and motions before gingerly placing a pair of cubes on my tounge. "best run along home now, lad" he says. "you're indiana jones and the boulder has just started rolling down at ya." i nodded. "a pleasure, mr. ford. good day to you." "good day, man in the parking lot." i remember driving home, but after that it gets much harder to explain... so we'll stop here. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-20 10:44:00 | |
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| here u go facebooks | |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2010-11-16 01:00:00 | |
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| fingity fingity fingity fong fong fong fong f'dong fong f'dong bong klong blong f'dong klong bong dong f'dong klong bong dong WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP eeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. eeeeeeeeeeep. ZATCH ZATCH ZATCH ZATCH ZACH ZACH pew pew pew pew zeeble zabble zimple matrotsky zeeble trot trot rtorot toroto totoro toronto torus taurs guitarus chordus kronos and a leave senimillia street to the experts and andadnaskdlsa or dadadadada fing fing LOAD LOAD LOF ALF lOAF LOAF LOAF ALF half-alf alf lalfllaflalfalfalf lazy ducks on the nile tumm turr tadeee, singing a little buttrash, best call the doctor for some tonic, sdflkslkjdfs, now the fingers execute the tangy palarkmy matrix mauever twisted upon ouretecture because the jews jesus jerusalem more in flatuation and would you like to buy a sticker? i have plenty in cheboygensdlfkjsdlfkds boy sauce low sodium and a tangerine matrix stretched across a pegboard for great autoharp xylotube unionitus. your turn with the frisbee now ok? | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-15 17:42:00 | |
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| Inane Apple II Graphics Displays Vol. I | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-15 10:27:00 | |
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| reminiscing about deuces with fuckle | |
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RTQP: what's the mileage on that deuce you got there RTQP: what is she, an 18-footer? fuckle: 18 foot six and a quarter fuckle: pure kentucky deuce fuckle: they don't build 'em like this anymore. fuckle: true deucemanship's gone the way of the dodo RTQP: i tell ya. it's getting hard to even find someone that can polish a deuce like that fuckle: deuce buffin' is a dying art fuckle: just a few old-timers left who know how to put a mirror shine on a class iii log RTQP: the river ain't worth floatin' it down neither. all full of justin bieber's little rabbit droppins fuckle: it's a cryin' shame. RTQP: i wish i could have done seen the civil war deuce floating down the nile back down in 1927. fuckle: boy, it was a sight to see. the whole town turned out to wish it well as it stank up the riverfront fuckle: nothin' like it before or since. RTQP: space deucein' ain't progressin' neither. man done landed a deuce on the moon. now we're still fartin' and a-tootin' about with global deuceocommunications fuckle: we've been goin' downhill ever since howard hughes flew the spruce deuce RTQP: i heard he kept it in a jar. fuckle: deuce jar RTQP: deuce in a fuckin jar RTQP: then float the jar too RTQP: down the river |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-14 02:22:00 | |
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| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2010-11-13 15:16:00 | |
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| Playing a saxophone. | |
| Now imagine that Bill Clinton is a urinating saxophone playing a raccoon. | |
| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2010-11-12 13:51:00 | |
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| Playing a saxophone. | |
| Now imagine that Bill Clinton is a urinating raccoon playing a saxophone. | |
| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2010-11-12 13:46:00 | |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2010-11-10 22:26:00 | |
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| a note to headerimg and all this fiddly technical crap | |
| i've just discovered the inner foam of my skull's manifold when oh god typey things. some fucking kid on the background going all siamese thanks to tiling, then you realize it's that jon and kate crap, two twins on either side of a photo tiling just to screw me up here, YES ME INDIVIDUALLY OK! i will not stand for this. i wrote you. i can destroy you | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-11-08 16:27:00 | |
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