Holy fuck a post!

A philosophical question: Does it count as a Rickroll if the intended victim knows a hyperlink leads to Rick Astley’s hit 1987 song “Never Gonna Give You Up” and not legitimate video? Clearly the Rick of “Rickrolled” is satisfied as the video clearly features Mr. Astley. However, the Rolled part is problematic. Does the intended victim need to be truly surprised that an allegedly relevant video was in truth the fine music video featuring Mr. Astley? Must one beguile a Rickroll victim or is it enough that they followed the link, regardless of the victim’s suspicions of the vitality of the link?

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When you work in video production, sometimes you have to get up at 3:30 in the morning to make to the shoot that starts at 4:30 in the morning on time. Thus, a small piece of your sanity is lost to lack of sleep

Video shoots are usually stressful affairs, with too much work to do in too little time. Thus a small piece of your sanity is lost to stress.

It also doesnt help when your Apple G5 decides it doesn't want to find the harddrive anymore and you can't start editing when you want to. Thus a small piece of your sanity is lost to computer stress.

By the end of the day, the small chips taken away from your sanity have added up. The last time your mind was in a state so altered was after that 12th shot of vodka. You're riding the train home, looking forward to a bit of sleep when you glance over at the person sitting next to you. They're reading the paper and you catch the headline: "Patrick Swayze has weeks to live"

That is a fucking surreal headline, and when your mind is in an altered state, your first thought is that the government has started to round people up and kill them.

Women has emotions. Film at 11

Fuck the national media up the ass with a bronzed cactus. First of all, I can't get over the fact that the national media believes Hillary getting a little choked up and squirts a tear is national news. The Hillary story pretty much breaks down to: ZOMG WOMAN HAS EMOTIONZ!! This is such a fucking non-story, but thats what the american media is about, emotion over substance.

Second, the fact Hillary's tear ducts are still intact and functional in no way disqualifies or qualifies her to be president. Holy shit, she can cry. Well so can every other ass-wad walking about around the planet.

It's actually hard to write about how much this Hillary story doesn't matter; because it doesn't matter, there's no substance to examine. So I'll just leave it at this: The Hillary tear duct scandal doesn't matter, and the next time someone brings it up, it is your solemn duty to force choke them. And don't stop when Governor Tarkin starts bitching.

Evangelicals continue being retarded

I think its time we started dismissing Evangelical Christans as mentally ill. Especially when they start to claim that the I-35 which stretches from Texas to Minnesota is a holy road.


According to Isaiah 35:8, "And a highway will be there; it will be called the Way of Holiness. The unclean will not journey on it; it will be for those who walk in that Way; wicked fools will not go about on it."

Really now, what is it exactly that makes the I-35 so pure? According to the professionally insane Pastor Charlie Lujan. "I-35 being Isaiah 35, it just matched."

I wonder, how to they know that the unclean wicked fools don't drive the I-35. Texas to Minnesota isn't exactly a trip around the block. Over the course of all those miles transversed not one girl gave her boyfriend road head? Theres not one porn shop off one of the thousands of exits?

Who's up for a road trip? I'm gonna rent a van, I shall the dub the van; The Orgy Van of Endless Love. We'll drive up and down I-35. Anyone who wants can climb in and start fucking. BYOCTSOYPA.*

*Bring your own coke to snort off your partner's ass.

A Christmas Rant

Today's Rant: Inflatable Lawn Decorations

Fuck inflatable lawn decorations. If you or your family, or your friends have inflatable lawn decorations; I hate you and you deserve to have every pubic hair on your body ripped out by an inebriated Edward Sissorhands.

Theres even an inflatable manger scene, just in time for christmas, which of course means theres an inflatable jesus. If you can put an inflatable jesus on your front lawn without it being some kind of joke then you're beyond retarded. Eats paint chips and washes it down with a near fatal dose of Draino retarded.

A few years ago my brother and me had a plan to drive around with a BB gun and shoot every inflatable lawn decoration we found. The only thing that stopped us was fear of arrest, and the belief that inflatable lawn decorations were going to be short lived trend. Nothing as fucking ugly and tasteless as inflatable lawn decorations could be long for this world. Yet here we are, a good five years later, and inflatable lawn decorations are still going strong.

Justice must be done. Everyone load up your Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle and ride.