While sitting in my grad class tonight, doing almost anything but paying attention, I stumbled across this in the Onion.
I don’t have anything to add to this. Not sure if Melanie would call these feathers or not.
JT
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Awkward Sports moment of the weekend
During halftime of the Colts-Pats game on Sunday when the Colts looked like they were about to cough it up to the Pats on a grand scale, Boomer Esiason says something to the effect If Peyton Manning doesn’t get this done he’s gonna need to build a house in A-Rods neighborhood, cause that’s where he’ll be. All the regular season stats and nothing in the playoffs.
Dan Marino sat two seats away. They were mercifully on a four-shot, making it impossible to read his lips as he told Boomer to kiss is white-newly-slimmed-down-because-of-nurti-system-ass.
I’ll be damned
This is proof that absolutely no one watches Indiana Football.
JT
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Very Important
As any of you who teach can attest, there are frequently things said in class by the students that are either brilliant, ridiculous, or both, and often amusing. This is the first installment in "Things adults don’t say."
"Computer Teacher. Computer Teacher. Computer Teacher. Computer Teacher. Computer Teacher. I have something I need to tell you.
"Yes"
"I have cheese nips. Two packages."
"Good."
Show of hands. Who was told that at work today? Just me? Alright.
Let me tell you about Japan
You know what Japan is like? I’ll tell ya.
1st) My new GPS works really well there. Got me right to the airport. No problem
2nd) People there may try to rob you using a nail file, but fear not, they are very easy to disarm, and when you do, most around you will be dumbstruck with awe.
3rd) Everyone there speaks perfect English
4th) The flight from there to Chicago takes about 4 hours, but seems to be almost instantaneous.
5th) They have very good sub sandwiches and they keep well on the flight home.
These things are all true. According to the dream I had right before I woke up this morning.
Here’s a little post I wrote while out duck hunting with a judge
The previous posts with the substituted, capitalized words were written by me, Adam. I am filing the complaint publicly that this place is nothing more than an electronic tribute to censorship. The terrorists have won. The man in charge of this place wants to see Ban Ki-Moon out of a job. Jeff should change his name to Michael Powell. Other than the fact that he’s white and has a job that he didn’t receive because of his dad (in spite of his rich Polish heritage), he shares the same outlook on what I should and should not be able to say via an electronic medium. Rather than let me speak out on what I think is right and simply throwing a momato at me for my rant, he wants to sit back and re-edit my posts while he eats a big bowl of pisghetti. He’s a secret operative of the Bush Administration. He wants to distract you from the trainwreck that is Iraq by making a big deal out of my employment of the seven dirty words. He ignores the United Nations, and thinks that it should be ultimately destroyed. He assigns vulgar groupings to my posts, like "Profanity laced tirade". Osama bin Laden? More like Osama bin Taylor. Am I right? Ayatollah Taylorollah.
Well, I say "Tirade this." God save the Queen.
Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders.
You know who I don’t like
Last night I sat through about 3o minutes of Bowling for Columbine. I had seen this movie before, but it was interesting to see it again.
Re-watching just reinforced my belief that all of Michael Moore’s movies are about the same thing. Namely, Michael Moore. As an amusing side note, while my professor was setting up the clip, she must have said half a dozen times, "whether you like Michael Moore or not…" before one really out of touch woman in the front row said "who’s Michael Moore?" (I kind of wish I could honestly ask that question.)
My favorite part is when he accosts Dick Clark in his mini-van to imply that because a child-who-took-a-gun-to-school’s mom worked at Dick Clark’s American Bandstand Dick Clark was somehow responsible for gun violence. I knew this kind of stuff was someone’s fault. I thought at first it was Marylin Manson, but Michael Moore told me it wasn’t. It’s good to know who to blame. I feel much better now.
Can I write ‘WORDS’ here, or are there family members and such that are going to read?
They’ll never make that money back. I tried to tell him. I said, "Bernie, they’re never gonna make that money back."
ROOSTER, STUFF, balls.
Oh, yeah. One more thing. FRIENDS. Poop. Barbra Streisand. Red CHINA. BIRTHDAY cake.
And then there was one
Hey, just thought I’d do a shameless plug and point out Annie’s blog.
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