Month: May 2005

Flash Time Killer For The Day

Another game to waste away your Monday. I love old-school simple games like this fun little racing game. Reminds me of that 4×4 racing game Super Off Road that I used to bury quarters into as a kid.

This Game Is Going To Make Me Kill Somebody

Something to kill most of your Monday workday. I’ve played it probably a hundred times, and I can’t beat the computer. Can you?

One Of My Driving Pet Peeves

I truly hate the drivers who go 45 MPH down the 55 MPH highway but when somebody makes the attempt to pass them, suddenly their car is capable of driving 90 MPH in about a quarter of a second. Simone sums up my feelings of The NWIHAYGTPM Driver perfectly.

An Elite Hacker At Work

This is far too good to be true, but we can only wish that people were this stupid.

The Most Entertaining Spam I’ve Ever Had

I frequently get people e-mailing me jokes and such to post on this site, so when I say a message in my inbox that appeared to be a Blond joke, I didn’t think anything of it. Until I read the whole thing.

Here’s the full text of the message that was sent my direction (URLs have been removed):

Once upon a time, a blonde became so sick of hearing blonde jokes that she had her hair cut and dyed brown.

A few days later, as she was out driving around the countryside, she stopped her car to let a flock of sheep pass.

Admiring the cute wooly creatures, she said to the shepherd, “If I can guess how many sheep you have, can I take one?”

The shepherd, always the gentleman, said, “Sure!”

The blonde thought for a moment and, for no discernible reason, said, “352.”

This being the correct number, the shepherd was, understandably, totally amazed, and exclaimed, “You’re right! O.K., I’ll keep to my end of the deal. Take your pick of my flock.”

The blonde carefully considered the entire flock and finally picked the one that was by far cuter and more playful than any of the others.

When she was done, the shepherd turned to her and said, “O.K., now I have a proposition for you. If I can guess your true hair color, can I have my dog back?”

Good day.

First of all, sorry for inconvenience. I have decided to put one of the best jokes to each of my advertising messages. I promise you to choose one of the best jokes each day, hope it would decrease your irritation of my messages.

And, of course, 🙂 I need to offer you some goods. I always take only the best offers for my audience, usually I test it by myself. 100% quality, low prices, fast delivery. I hope, this joke about the blonde was new and funny for you. Today i want to offer you absolutely new Penis Enlargement Patch.

http://www.xxxx.xxxxx/xxxxx

Click on this link to keep up my beginning of making spam not so boring thing.

Have a nice day.

I have to say, I could put up with spam if it came with entertaining jokes. However, I’m still not clicking on the link as I think my penis is a fine size, thank you.

That’s A Mean Burrito

It was 30-inches long, for cripes sake, so I could (almost) understand people freaking out thinking it was a weapon. Almost.

A call about a possible weapon at a middle school prompted police to put armed officers on rooftops, close nearby streets and lock down the school. All over a giant burrito.

Someone called authorities Thursday after seeing a boy carrying something long and wrapped into Marshall Junior High.

The drama ended two hours later when the suspicious item was identified as a 30-inch burrito filled with steak, guacamole, lettuce, salsa and jalapenos and wrapped inside tin foil and a white T-shirt.

Thanks Barney for the link.

How Well Does Viagra Work?

This is just disgusting. A Russian feller wanted to test how the various erectile dysfunction pills worked. How’d he test them? By hiring the oldest, nastiest prostitutes he could find, and seeing if he could hold an erection. It’s a long-ish read (I couldn’t finish it, as I was disgusted) and there are a few not-safe-for-work pictures. Link via b3ta.

Need A Mom For Mother’s Day?

If you don’t have a Mom of your own to treat this Mother’s day, you can always give somebody else’s mom a nice card thanks to eBay.

The Fwap-o-meter

Somebody had way too much time on their hands, and decided to strap a pedometer to his wrist while he was…uh…having too much time with his hands. He published the results in a nice pretty graph, calculating the average amount of strokes, and even created a new unit of measurement: the wack.