Phelps wins 8th gold in 4x100m Medley relay surpassing Mark Spitz for most golds in an Olympix
USA softball: Cat Osterman (went to my highschool and i knows her brother) threw one hitter against Canada (8-1) i believe first hit against American softball in the olympix game 4
“You ate my Cheeto,” said Adam. He held up his right hand, thumb and index finger pressed together (both the color of orange). He spoke thus, angrily: “‘Twas my Cheeto.”
“I know so,” said James, who had eaten Adam’s Cheeto.
“Well are you sorry for eating my Cheeto?” inquired Adam, who was at this point furious.
“I am not!” shouted James.
“Don’t shout at me!” shouted Adam, waving his index finger and thumb wildy about.
“Stop fighting!” yelled Jody. Adam and James looked at one another, saddened by what had happened, ashamed at what they had become. Monsters.
“I…I’m sorry, James,” said Adam, “I should have shared my Cheeto.”
“I too am sorry,” said James, “For I should not have taken your Cheeto without asking.”
‘Twas then that Chad entered the room ‘pon OMGmoviesLOL, the Great War Pony from Yonder. Perched on his left shoulder was a Woot Monkey in a pink cape, perched on his right a Woot Monkey in a blue cape. He said thus: “What is happening here?”
“Resolution,” said Adam. “Resolution.”
So….James and I were casually looking at some self taken pics of random girls on the internets. This one particular picture stood out the most. Why, you ask. I’ll tell you why, there’s a NES in on the shelf with a good amount of games and the gun which leads me to think that she has the great game of Duckhunt. Upon further inspection of the room, it seems that, well what it looks like to me, the girl has pokemon on her wall. In addition to the pokemon looking things, there is a little pitcher on the middle shelf and I’m pretty sure that thing in the bottom left corner is an iron. Now only if there weren’t an ass in the way, we could probably find out what dvds are on the shelf.
Jody said he’d write a review for Strange Wilderness, so I’ll leave him to that…JODY.
I was curious about what went into a fishstick so I googled exactly that. I found an interesting page with some dude complaining about how Gordon’s fishsticks are not plastic wrapped. It reads like so:
Hi Y’all-
So tonight for dinner I had some fish sticks with ketchup. They were Gorton’s fish sticks and the weird thing about them (besides the taste) is that when you open the box they’re like floating around in the cardboard not wrapped in anything. I think fish sticks are the only things in the whole frozen dinner section that doesn’t need to be inside some kind of plastic in the box. Since when can things just float around like that? What makes the fish sticks so indestructible that they’re not in plastic? And even if they don’t need to be- can’t the Gorton’s people humor us by pretending they do?
Anyway I don’t have enough furniture for my apartment so the room with the TV doesn’t have a coffee table in it. So I’ve been using this cardboard box since I’ve moved in. I write on the box sometimes when I think I picked up a daily fact learned from the tv. I think regular furniture is overrated. I can write on my coffee table. I can spill on it and not care. I never have to clean it. I can keep stuff inside it. People can put their feet up on it and not feel guilty at all.
I like cardboard in general but I don’t think it should be able to hold fish sticks inside without some kind of plastic wrap. I wrote to the Gorton’s people for an explanation as to why they feel they can package their fish sticks this way. I’ll post the response here when/if I get one.
ok bye
tOdd
My favorite part is when he describes his furniture. I give him two LOL’s. One OMG for get some fuckin furniture.
I’m going to see Cloverfield. I will. And then I’m going to see that movie about the king. Forgot its name. The reviews will follow. I can’t decide if I like Harry Potter or not.
This OMGCATURDAYLOL is going to be fuckin sweet.
Evidently, it was too much for the poor Toroise to handle.
“I’m soOooO sad!” he cried.
“Why, whatever for?” asked the Turtle-dove.
“I want wings like you’ve got!” he exclaimed, furious and sad all at once.
The Turtle-dove examined his wings and nodded.
“They are quite wonderful now that you mention it,” he said.
“Why can’t I have wings too!” cried the Tortoise, thinking the whole thing was terribly unfair. “Why, were both turtles of a sort aren’t we? Or is a Tortoise so much different than all that?”
“Silly tortoise!” said the Turtle-dove laughing. “Why, I’m not even a turtle to begin with!”
the scene ends with much loling and rofl’s.
I’m going to review the Golden Compass soon. Or the “Polar Express” as I would have the box office ticket vendor believe.
