Archive for the 'Linkage' Category
Want that classic ring from that CTU desk? Get it here.
Mr Man put me on the patrol for it, and I delivered. Now when someone from work calls, national security is at risk!
I told him he might want to warn his second in command though, becasue with the magic ring tone he just might end up dead.
This link has TONS of vintage spooky halloween music and sound albums for the free grabbing. Each is over 80MB so grabbing them all will take a while, so try to be nice and steal in moderation and don’t kill the guy’s bandwidth.
Savage Chickens.com is a web comic all drawn on post it notes. Makes me pine for the old days of far side. This guy needs a newspaper contract – or maybe online is the only way to go anymore.
I advise you to start int he archives month by month, it’s easier, and you can just scroll down through them… providing hours of time wasting is my specialty!
YaleShmale – Graduating from an Ivy League university doesn’t necessarily mean you’re smart.
The pitch certainly proves the point. I’d go there.
Every issue of the New Yorker on a portable hard drive. For $299 you get an 80GB hard drive loaded with every article, poem, short story, advertisement and lame cartoon that has appeared in the over 4,000 issues of The New Yorker Magazine since February, 1925. The vintage ads alone MIGHT be worth it (depending on res/format) but does anyone really WANT every one of those unfunny cartoons? Does anyone outside NYC even care that this magazine is still being published?
This could get bigger than Talk like a Pirate Day…
In order to keep poisonous cobra snakes out of North America, all citizens are asked to go outdoors at noon local time and yell â€œfudge!â€ Fudge makes cobras gag, and the mere mention of it makes them skeedaddle.
Worst clown ever…
But wait, there’s more… I don’t know what else to say… I’m just scared.
Philips Bodygroom – Be sure to selec the “where to shave” section from the razor menu and, uh… click the man bits. Pretty funny.
And before anyone ask, it’s real. The domain is registered out of Philips Netherlands Office, and appeaars that while they don’t sell this product in the US yet, they will next year. I guess this is for the European, Aussie and Canadian markets. Too damn funny to be for our closed minded puritan country.
For $20 you too could see Steven Seagal play the blues.
Oh yes, it’ll be painful but imagine the night of snarking opportunities with best freinds. I almost wish *I* could go.
Another pervert on flickr.
Flickr: Photos from pediclover – this dude REALLY loves this woman’s feet.
Why Mommy is a Democrat A book for children. Not having read it I know it’ll be all warm and fuzzy. Can you imagine a Republican version?
“Mommy’s a Republican because she thinks important men stealing, telling big lies and exacting revenge on innocent brown children just like you is a justifiable political measure to make sure her SUV can stay tanked up and ready to go should she need to pack you up and head to the family cabin in Idaho to lay low and hide from the undead godless Liberal Zombies when Jesus comes on Judgment Day to end life as we know it and take us to heaven to meet Elvis. The end.”
Night night Timmy. Why are you crying? You Pussy.
Off-Road Commode connects in that trailer hitch on your truck. So be sure to see the video that’s linked under the pic.
That’s right a whole video of annoying kids songs with her singing – be afriad, be very afriad. Don’t miss the video clips, or maybe you want to.
Not that I think TomKat are a normal couple by any sense of the word, but this post at Blogging Baby is a little too callous on this pic:
She’s wearing her old clothes and a body leotard to cover the bits her hiphuggers won’t. I guess she doesn’t want to wear maternity clothes and those ugly stretch pants, I kinda don’t blame her. This is not a horrid idea – if the leotard had legs… She should have gotten a body suit (leotard with legs) and no one would be saying a word.
Now, I AM surprised no one mentioned the skanktastic cold sore on her upper lip again.
Unwanted unmatching socks+$=love for some stray pet. Aww… now off to round up the drawer of naughty socks to buy me something fabulous.
I would so use this for TP in my bathroom. If I had the room, and my mom never visited my house again that is.
Somewhere, on a farm in Idaho, they are breeding a super race of
heart shaped potatoes that will take over the world. I don’t see Golden Palace writing a check for any of these though.
And while we’re approaching February:
A deformed hotdog that looks like a sex toy on the those scary websites you swear you never look at.
NOTE: In my defense I was neither looking for penises or potatoes, it just kinda worked out that way once I got lost in the “everything else” section.