Anyhow, I decided that writing a whole freakin' strategy guide for Starcraft would severely kill my brain cells and my motivation, so I'm going to instead try and be funny. Not something I'm good at, mind you.
(Seriously. My "funniness" is pretty much random pictures of stupid stuff I find on the internet with a quick and witty tag-on sentence or two, like what Cracked.com does with their articles.)
So, let's begin with some completely ASININE fixer-upers I managed to dig up from the depths of the internet hell:
Who was the dumbass who tried to fix THIS? I think... I don't even know what that is. It's a computer component, for sure, but I don't know what. (Clue me in here, guys, I've got no idea.) Whatever it is, SOMETHING WAS DONE HORRIBLY WRONG.
Probably not as bad as this guy, though...
Anybody else think this guy's going to be dead in a week? Be serious, now. Who here honestly thinks Styrofoam tubing, duct tape, and a plastic container is going to last longer than a day? My prediction of doom states that this guy will be flooded out in at least three.
Moving along...
O.o
Okay, I don't have my driver's permit... but at least I can drive better than THAT. Jeez, what'd you have to do to make that happen?
Yeah, yeah, I know: What's this got to do with anything?
Well, have you heard the story of what happened to the driver?
Mum Joleen Baughman’s life is made hell by a car crash injury that left her constantly craving sex.
The smash two years ago damaged a nerve in her pelvis which controls desire, leaving it permanently switched on.
It means Joleen, 39, becomes aroused by even the slightest movement – while vacuuming, sitting on a bus, bending over or walking across a room.
She said: “It’s unbearable. Just my clothes rubbing gets me so aroused that I can hardly think straight.
“It’s very embarrassing and it’s impossible to concentrate.”
...Now who's laughing?
Ah, feels good to get back to the blog again. I might post more tomorrow, might not. Who knows? Who cares?
Nyeh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
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