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it's not funny folks. bears attacking cyclists is becoming an epidemic in the people's republic.
be aware and don't get eaten by a bear!
(okay, the real reason is i'm completely uncoordinated and highly fearful of roadrash. fine, i've admitted it. are you happy now?)
George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words
=)
pictures will follow...also a link to a very cool video starring the dyno-mite duet of dino and keith. no kidding. they were drunk and my camera has a very large memory card. all of this will be online eventually. promise. really.
*smirk*
in any case, i drove to work today and went by an extremely odd sight. a large panel truck filled with old, rickety ladders was puttering down the highway, in the fast lane, no less. like a billion ladders. okay, maybe not a billion. but at least half a billion. i don't know why it was so surreal, but maybe after having only one cup of coffee it was funnier than it should have been?
last, but not least...have you ever had that moment where you say to yourself "what the hell was i thinking"? well, i did just today. i have done something so horribly wrong and twisted and insane...and it must have been during one of my blackouts because i have no recollection of making a mistake this large. picture this: i'm working out at the gym, listing to my tiny green machine (ipod shuffles rock, literally) and all of a sudden "BAM"...paris hilton comes roaring out of my headphones, causing me to lose balance and almost bite it on the treadmill. yes, THE song. and please, please do NOT ask me WHICH song. because if you actually know more than one song off her album (thanks to krisa who reminded me during a phone call tonight that paris hilton does have an entire ALBUM floating around out there) then i am laughing at you. but you can laugh right back, because i apparently, at some weak moment, downloaded THE song. *sigh*
sidenote, 'm sure p-shizzle is a very nice heiress, but she reminds me of the barbie dolls that came out with bendable arms and legs. barbie with knees = creepy in a plastic kind of way = paris-to-da-hilton.
for those of you who didn't even know there was muzak out there by the p. diddy hilton herself, then please go here...consider ourself warned so that can't sue me.
neener neener.
happy friday the 13th.