tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79292592011-04-21T17:57:25.993-04:00How the world looks like in the eyes of one mean, green, testy pea!!!testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1105373951713384172005-01-08T22:37:00.000-05:002005-01-10T11:19:11.713-05:00

It’s my third day in this 54-hole golf resort hotel. I’m already having second thoughts already. This morning one of the rooms in the ground floor called because there was a snake in their bathroom. Don’t ask me how big or what kind it was because I didn’t go. My boss BB (stands for little brown boy) did though. From what I heard, BB walked in and then there was a few seconds of screaming and

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1105373700534037192005-01-07T19:22:00.000-05:002005-01-10T11:22:22.263-05:00

So I’ve started my new job in the Housekeeping Department in an overseas hotel. Honestly I don’t have much experience in this area. What little experience I do have would comprise of cleaning a few student dorm rooms for a couple of weeks (mostly my own) and watching Maid In Manhattan more times than any sane and insane person combined. Bnot that there were a lot of people who watched that film

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I did something curious today. I was helping a friend move to her new flat this afternoon and I’m not sure if it was because of the heating or the exercise or the forty pounds I gained over the weekend, but shortly after we began I started to sweat. So halfway up the stairway I decided to remove my sweater - without stopping of course, and I guess you can now see where this is going… I got it off

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1103728589066309782004-12-22T21:37:00.000-05:002004-12-22T14:42:12.846-05:00

Most camp stories you hear are pleasant and fun, bringing us back to the good old days we all miss. This is not one of those stories. A word of warning, it would be best to skip this post if you are the type of person that’s easily offended – or actually, have ever been offended by anything in your entire life because I'm pretty sure that this will do it for you – not that I derive secret joys in

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So I was telling my friend Edric how impressed I was of his friend Ryan for actually getting out of his car and walking me to the door last night when he dropped me off: me: I wonder if he does that to everyone… Edric: Heck no! me: *feeling all fuzzy and special* Edric: He probably does it as much as I do. me: You?!? You just sit and wait in the car. Edric: Naww, I’ve done the walk. It just

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My cousin has a son. The son's birthday is in five days. Today son asks for a party. Thirty-two hobbits must be invited. I was 'asked' to help. Peer pressure was involved. Testypea is frazzled. Testypea is pissed. I am responsible for the entertainment. Therefore entertainment is this. ...or should I stick with Ronald instead?

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1103136941270144372004-12-15T10:53:00.000-05:002004-12-15T14:05:52.760-05:00

"The smell of his armpits was on her shoulders -- a flower depositing pollen on a hummingbird's forehead..." "Slither slither slither slither went the tongue..." Meet the 2004 winner of The British Bad Sex Award, Tom Wolfe.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1102960306579722432004-12-13T14:36:00.000-05:002004-12-13T14:33:02.486-05:00

I'm not the type of person who's fond of collecting loads and loads of friends. In fact I like to choose my chums with caution and care, screening out the overly hairy ones and weeding out those who are smarter and/or can run faster than me -- the latter for precautionary measures mostly. This easily eliminates most humans and animals - but not entirely of course, thus leaving me with a small

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1102697750115854592004-12-10T11:39:00.000-05:002004-12-11T06:21:48.076-05:00

Have you ever witnessed the true wrath of an angry chicken?

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1102246978581224892004-12-05T09:15:00.000-05:002004-12-05T11:46:41.303-05:00

While I have yet to take any of it's recommendation, I do cherish its snarky tones and caustic humor. Kinda reminds me of Andy Dick actually... if you play with it long enough, it'll eventually grow on you.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1102099826117301292004-12-03T13:28:00.000-05:002004-12-04T04:22:16.936-05:00

Gotcha! Bet that got your complete attention you dirty little pervert. Teeheee! Sorry, couldn't help it, heh - or maybe I could. Hmm... Moving on to a more serious note though. If you're one of my two loyal readers -- okay three, if you count my mom, who's been with me since the beginning, then you would have read a previous post I made about blogging less in the near future. Well, that future

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101899957259340652004-12-01T11:49:00.000-05:002004-12-01T06:23:31.050-05:00

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Oooo I'm so excited I can't wait! And as much as I like the variety, I have a feeling I'll only be using three of them - repeatedly.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101804592695406812004-11-30T08:26:00.000-05:002004-11-30T09:30:22.806-05:00

A short documentary on the etymology of FUCK.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101730793201022782004-11-29T14:07:00.000-05:002004-11-29T09:44:15.236-05:00

Seriously though... 1. Does this look tasty? 2. Would you feed it to your kids? 3. Does it look trendy? 4. If you were a straight man, would you be drinking this? ... in public?

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101591842044339332004-11-28T09:54:00.000-05:002004-11-27T16:52:32.506-05:00

It apparently brought this bridge to its knees.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101588446476721902004-11-27T22:23:00.000-05:002004-12-01T13:33:51.116-05:00

This exact day many many years ago was the day I was born. To mark this unfortunate event, my family brought me to this suspiciously ghetto restaurant for dinner. One of the things that bothered right off the bat were the green ‘recycle’ signs proudly emblazoned on the table napkins. I mean, what’s that all about? A reminder for me so that everytime I wipe my mouth and see a dark greenish fleck

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101350868485579132004-11-24T22:12:00.001-05:002004-11-24T23:14:43.206-05:00

Ever wanted to adopt your very own virtual bartender? She comes with a very interesting skill set, try the following commands: do you have a light, fight, kiss, make change, show your thong, pour beer, love, spread, strip and play.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101347986180953692004-11-23T20:21:00.000-05:002004-11-24T20:59:46.180-05:00

This has got to be the most obscene Santa I've ever met.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1101069573243432112004-11-20T15:14:00.000-05:002004-11-21T15:40:42.900-05:00

Whoa! I've outdone myself this time, didn't know I was worth that much! Do I hear any takers? ...anyone? ...at all? ...no interest! ...please? In case you wanna know how much you're worth yourself, click here.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100726133294026402004-11-17T20:39:00.000-05:002004-11-17T16:38:48.850-05:00

My apologies for the lack of posts these days. You see I’ve been busy – trying to escape from chores and work mostly, but apart from that, the mood really hasn’t stiked me of late. I have heard that for some people, ideas come in the shower whilst shampooing those last three strands of hair, scrubbing them spongey butts, and feeling those three boobies for lumps of undigested food. So it’s really

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100299095275902922004-11-14T23:49:00.000-05:002004-11-13T12:59:43.763-05:00

I’m back posting on the dates of the 7th to the 9th, for two reasons really, firstly, I did intend to post at the time, except all this crap came up and I had to prioritize my time between casting evil dark spells and blog posting. Secondly, this was what I was playing then, so might as well show y’all what I've been up to. But having said that, I do realize that not all my readers -- yeah,

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100205174763882892004-11-11T22:54:00.000-05:002004-11-11T15:35:50.863-05:00

So recently I've noticed a steady stream of low ratings on my site. I don't need to see the actuall know they are 1's, all coming from the pointy-eared army of little miss whiny and her daddy. Let me just say this. You can give me all the 1's you want, if that makes you feel better, but they really don't mean much to me, just like the pity 10 ratings you're getting out of begging. I am proud to

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100109165559843322004-11-10T11:34:00.000-05:002004-11-16T11:57:28.933-05:00

I'm currently in a middle of a tiff with another blogger here in BE. If you are coming from her site from a link she has posted then you know who I'm talking about. I have tried my best to restrain myself from writing about this, but it has gone far enough. Recently I rated someone's blog a 1, meaning I found the blog not only boring, but borederline bulimic. I don't usually rate sites - and who

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100895418368063532004-11-09T22:32:00.000-05:002004-11-20T16:30:00.503-05:00

The following day everyone was up well before five. They’ve burned down all their grillers – including the one they borrowed from the Goths, so today Posy was assigned the task of buying new ones for the operation. While Post made the long drive to Walmart Jacko started making breakfast. Jacko is back on oats. For one brief shining moment this morning he was under 150 lbs, but then he was also

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100457119758568422004-11-08T23:09:00.000-05:002004-11-14T16:58:27.463-05:00

Peepee has been restless the past couple of nights, they think he’s having nightmares, but it’s hard to understand why this would happen considering that he’s doted with limitless attention during the day. In fact, he spent the entire day yesterday with Jacko. In the morning they went to visit the carnival and saw two-headed sheeps and a reptilian-skinned woman, how fun is that! And in the

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1100295881367239882004-11-07T16:16:00.000-05:002004-11-14T16:44:28.640-05:00

This is Pappy Pecker, he is 58 years old. He just came back from finishing the last seven hours of his community service. He’s spent all day stooping over picking broken bottles and dirty needles at Long Beach. Thank god he had worn shorts and sandals coz it was sure hot out there. But then maybe he shouldn’t have worn sandals coz he discovered several wounds on his feet on the way back. Now he

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1099903795966368192004-11-06T22:28:00.000-05:002004-11-08T04:15:25.956-05:00

In case you are thinking, of putting up your picture, online... you might want to consider, all the possible ramifications...

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1099679536327575822004-11-04T17:30:00.000-05:002004-11-13T09:38:16.133-05:00

This is what happens when a sim dies while another is in the shower. The urge to 'sigh' and mourn is soooo strong, it supercedes putting clothes on. We show here my sim cooking and then doing some emails... I would have posted some pics of her mourning alone in the dark in all her splendid glory, but then it was just too creepy even for me. Who knew those peeps at Maxis were this perverted...?

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1099596250606535732004-11-03T22:47:00.000-05:002004-11-04T14:25:48.196-05:00

Hi I’m Jared, I’m writing for Testy today. I was apprehensive to do this at first since I didn’t know what to write. I tried to come up with all kinds of fantastic ideas for this post – and I was, able to come up with a few interesting ones, but then I decided I really liked those ideas so I saved them all for my own blog instead. Actually, the reason my friend ain’t writing is because we both

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1099474332812395532004-11-02T09:21:00.000-05:002004-11-03T04:35:01.893-05:00

Weekly World News Online report on the latest possible means of Al Qaeda attack. It is well-plotted, truly twisted, unquestionably evil and simply... pure genius!

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1099148547541318902004-10-30T10:37:00.000-04:002004-11-02T12:46:25.766-05:00

We had a small reunion of sorts last night in my aunt’s house. My grandmother just came back from an extended vacation in Canada, and so now I had to do what any normal broke and unemployed loser -- who had no wish to be disowned, does, pretend that I missed her and am excited of her arrival. This may sound a bit harsh I know – especially since there was that incident when she took care of me and

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1099155921077596652004-10-29T11:06:00.000-04:002004-10-30T13:10:36.806-04:00

If any of you gets the opportunity to watch a movie, I highly recommend House Of Flying Daggers. Brilliant cinematography. Spectacular choreography. Simple, yet powerfully symbolic plot. Will leave you wanting for more... For those who like cheeky humor on the other hand, there's Connie & Carla. Bleukkhhh!

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098822576981888112004-10-27T21:24:00.000-04:002004-10-26T16:29:36.980-04:00

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098810532195216872004-10-26T13:59:00.000-04:002004-10-29T01:59:28.533-04:00

I’ve been sitting here for hours. A while ago I made a small attempt to count how long exactly, then gave up immediately when I found the numbers demoralizing. It all started out quite innocently actually. I wanted more trafficm, and god led me to BE. What is BE you ask? It’s only the most effective spam, viral, referral, free advertising you can sign yourself up for right now. And yet as I

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098739409964968692004-10-25T23:18:00.000-04:002004-10-26T15:56:24.870-04:00

This is how I deal with my pedestrian anxiety. I highly recommend it, it's fast, fun, and evil, muahahahah!!!!! No kidding. And for my readers who love comic strips - here's a new one I discovered. It's pure evil! Muahahaha!

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098646450517756592004-10-24T21:02:00.000-04:002004-10-24T15:49:21.580-04:00

Ever wonder who amongst the species is the better driver? This is how I spent the last two hours... The highest I got was 150. Ofcourse I attribute this to not being able to use the mouse.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098607000911253502004-10-23T13:49:00.000-04:002004-10-24T15:51:23.506-04:00

To all you ladies out there, ever wondered where all that facial hair comes from? Read this article. I promise you it's true - I'm living proof! Shit, shit , shit! Och!!! Shave, shave, shave!

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098554176601059152004-10-22T13:35:00.000-04:002004-11-12T16:13:20.416-05:00

It's no big secret that I've been whiling away my days playing SIMS 2. Today though something so strange and creepy happened that I just had to take a break from the shock... What. The. Fuck. In case you are wondering --along with me, who these people are, they are gardeners. Why two truckloads of them came I have no idea. As you may notice, I don't have much of a garden, just six squares of

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098475291276612862004-10-21T15:45:00.000-04:002004-10-22T17:31:57.196-04:00

Based on the past couple of weeks it's become fairly obvious that I cannot keep up with blogging daily. I should still like to continue writing, but since I've become less of a loser these days and actually forming something with that of an eerie resemblance to A Life, I don't have as much time... So here's the question : How do you like your blog? A) Glugglugluglug... - Four to five entries a

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098473176240064562004-10-20T20:53:00.000-04:002004-10-22T15:43:38.740-04:00

So I was rummaging through my old school stuff because my sister wanted to borrow this text book on Economics – which I was pretty sure I’d sorted with the rest of the Finance and Accounting books that fueled our graduation pyre, oddly enough though it seemed to have been spared, thanks to the Mel Gibson poster I covered it with. While scouring though I found this sixth grade English class

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098197290937904482004-10-18T21:58:00.000-04:002004-10-19T10:52:19.953-04:00

On my third - and thankfully last day on the job, I hand the little bugger my InStyle magazine to occupy himself with. After a while I noticed he stopped flipping the page and was staring intently on a two-page Victoria Secret layout. Scene III - Car Drive Home me: What are you looking at? powpow: Boobies. me: *trying to stop choking and swerving off the road to our death at the same time* Err,

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098195346621590332004-10-17T23:14:00.000-04:002004-10-19T10:20:13.953-04:00

Here's a glimpse of how my second day at babysitting went: Scene II - Car Drive to Daycare powpow: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! me: Hey! Stop that! powpow: Shit! me: I said stop it! Don't say bad words. powpow: But I have to. me: No you don't. powpow: Well you say 'em. me: Oh yeah? Well I'm driving, are you driving? powpow: No. End of discussion.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1098193239016061952004-10-16T10:27:00.000-04:002004-10-19T09:40:39.016-04:00

It was payback time. I have continually used and abused my cousin's medical genius for about nine years now, so I guess this was a long time coming. The time has come for me to clock in some babysitting hours. So my first task on my first day on duty was to drive home little Powpow - err, that's not his name of course but it's what I call him anyway, from daycare. Scene I - Car Drive Home

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097931432138832702004-10-15T08:33:00.000-04:002004-10-16T08:58:12.160-04:00

Guess what I’m getting a lot of lately? Spam. And a fair amount of it seem to think I own a home therefore I need insurance for my home, or I have money to actually buy a home that’s why I’m offered a selection of 10-bedroom homes. Helloooo? Does the word unemployed mean anything to you?A quarter of it thinks my penis needs to be harder and larger than it is – which would be something worth

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097820917116212652004-10-14T02:05:00.000-04:002004-10-15T02:15:17.116-04:00

Man boobs anyone? Click here.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097743742913430462004-10-13T09:10:00.000-04:002004-10-15T02:02:59.110-04:00

Last night a friend of mine --yes I have more than one, celebrated her birthday. So tragically we had to go through the celebrants favorite ancient japanese ceremony of… karaoke. Different people have different reactions to this activity, usually ranging from "I want that person singing to burst up into flames right now," all the way to "I want everyone else in the world to burst up into flames

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097680758955812982004-10-12T13:50:00.000-04:002004-10-15T02:03:46.586-04:00

I have been sitting here for two hours trying to come up with something to write about and guess what, nothing! So I’ve decided - mostly out of frustration, but also hunger, because, well, bejesus gay, two hours…? to simply write about the stuff that I did consider writing about - started to actually, but failed midway, deleted, and am now going to write about anyway. Clear? First Rejected Idea:

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097575381181967592004-10-09T23:05:00.000-04:002004-10-12T06:05:31.350-04:00

Let me talk some about cooking chicken. When cooking chicken, as with anything else, following the step by step procedure is very important. When the chicken is done, remove the hot skillet from the oven and place it on the stove top. Transfer the bird on a separate platter to rest while you prepare the sauce. Cover chicken with some foil to keep moisture in, then return to the skillet on the

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097433960727418272004-10-08T08:29:00.000-04:002004-10-10T15:46:21.783-04:00

This just goes to show that if you put you're mind to it, any ordinary boring and mundane thing can be turned into porn. Every once in a while though, we do get a spark of brilliance.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097321120586952782004-10-07T07:23:00.000-04:002004-10-10T14:23:05.086-04:00

For the past three days I’ve been rising at 4:00 am – yes you read right, A.M., just to go poop. Thanks to another herbal tea I’m taking. Heh, I never learn do I? At the beginning I was really excited coz I thought I found an effective natural cure for my struggles with constipation, but then as I sit on my throne during those wee hours, other things come to mind (clue: this would include a thick

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1097202391733574932004-10-06T22:12:00.000-04:002004-10-08T02:34:11.126-04:00

I got this link from GreedyGirl's blog. Don't we just all love Ikea! Click to watch -->

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I have never been a big fan of alternative medicine. Not because I have any hard evidence that it doesn’t work, but just coz most of the suggested herbal cures look bad, smell bad and taste bad, which my little brain will then equate to feeling bad instead of better - which isn’t a good thing since I’d be worse off than when I started and to be in this state on top of my ongoing state of

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So I was at the pharmacy today with a friend of mine waiting for a third friend who was running late. We were standing by the drug counter looking over some blood sugar devices and just chatting about nothing in particular - which is usually what you get when you chat with me, when a 40ish Indian lady comes up. She hands a doctor’s prescription to the young Asian man behind the counter and he

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Today I went back to my old university to claim my diploma. After four years that is. The school has this retarded tradition of handing everyone fake diplomas every year during graduation ceremonies, and when I asked about for a rational explanation about this, I was assured that they’ve already successfully recruited fifty young Asian boys who is as we speak, already learning Latin and the Art

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Post your picture here and find out how attractive you really are.

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Take a peek inside the sick mind of a bear named Mr. Wiggles.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1096487302885386902004-09-30T10:07:00.000-04:002004-12-11T06:09:32.433-05:00

Never let it be said that I am not dedicated to the constant entertainment and edification of my readers. I put a lot of effort in cloaking my disturbing behaviors and malicious intent with spots of humor so as not to scare anyone away – nor alarm the authorities. I even do tantamount research to make sure some authentic information can be found here and there - as if anybody actually cares… But

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This is what happens when you give a Frenchman 50 horns to play with... Bravo!!! Bravo!!!

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And these are the last three movies that I've seen: 1. The Shining 2. Jaws 3. Titanic

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Please forgive me, for today I cannot be funny. I have long been ready - Armpits even sweaty. In anticipation... Of the Mother Load. I have to concentrate really hard, As the quivering about me starts, There's heat and pain down south - The time to turn on the fan has come about; For today I sit atop this shiny can As a madly constipated man. And it doesn't help for me to have just read this

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My sister left today for the UK. Booyah! She called two hours later to say that airport security finally finished subjecting her to massive amounts of radiation and that now she has a headache and thinks she’s grown a brain tumor. Hmmm, does this mean I’m going get to have her closet soon? Bah! I should be so lucky… But she has a point. All these security affairs are mostly a catch-22 for

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So the whole family went out last night for a fancy dinner to send away my sister who’s going back to school tomorrow. She’s doing her studies in London so we luckily only have to bear her Paris Hilton-like personality twice a year – and that’s the worst scenario, if we’re able to think up the right excuses -- providing they haven’t been used recently, we only have to see her once. So because

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For those of you with: 1. too much time on your hands... 2. too much money in the > bank... 3. too much radioactive magnetic waves in received the head... This is what I recommend.

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Math is fun and easy! Brush up on your mathematics and try to solve the following problems: 1. One Idiot + 2500 Buckets of KFC + 300 Hours of Sesame Street + A Submissive Personality = x 2. One Barbie Doll + 5 yrs of Tae Bo + A Red Bull Overdose + 1 Martina Navratilova Autograph = x 3. One Normal Joe + 1 Estrogen Injection at 2 Yrs Old + 3 Estrogen Injections at 5 Yrs Old + 537 Estrogen

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As a general rule, I try to keep this “journal” as unlike a journal as possible. I don’t want this to be a place where I start detailing anything personal – like odd habits such as how often I talk to myself when I’m alone, why I have an eight hundred jar collection of pig’s blood -- it’s all about the colors really…, where I usually hide my third boob, what body parts I’ve sold recently to cover

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1095803160698328242004-09-21T02:49:00.000-04:002004-09-22T15:16:29.700-04:00

So I've tallied the results of my last blog poll on what reader's want, and the top three things that you guys wanted to see more of in this blog are... 1. Insights to Life 2. Strange Topics 3. Strange Links Hmmm, what a curious mix of interests I should say... uhmm, should I be alarmed by this? But since you asked for 'em, then here they are: some insightful words from Gandhi, some strange

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1095696305276483782004-09-20T10:15:00.000-04:002004-09-20T12:21:23.996-04:00

My latest and most likely last, email from blogger tech support Steve: Steve: You may have tried this already, but it may be worth another try as I am all out of suggestions. Try clearing your browser cache and cookies, then restart your browser. I suspect you are looking at a version of your postpages stuck in cache. Me: (since I've indeed done this close to three thousand times before - upon

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If you're anything like me, getting into car accidents would be up there along the ranks of Walker Texas Ranger, John Tesh CD's and Ty Beanie Babies. I had a close call this afternoon when some gramma decided that patience was a virtue and waited until she was five inches away from me before suddenly deciding to pull out in front of me at 20 mph. For the next two seconds I just saw red. Not only

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1095453799452667262004-09-18T01:07:00.000-04:002004-09-21T13:43:51.800-04:00

One of these is funny while the other one is disgusting. I just can't decide which ...

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I just spent one bloody fucking hour tranfserring all my archived comments into Haloscan, so let me say this one more time. This blog does not welcome any form of shit comments nor spam. I do not care if you are selling frigging bananas or fucking suicide pills. Any comment left with such perceived intentions - especially those fuckwits who simply leave their lame urls in hopes of fucking people

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1095348448903418212004-09-16T23:23:00.000-04:002004-09-16T12:56:47.260-04:00

I was watched this movie last night called Turn Left Turn Right and came upon this poem. It is by Wislawa Szymborska, a Polish poet and winner of the 1996 Nobel Prize for Literature. Love at First Sight Both are convinced that a sudden passion bound them together. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they've never met before, they are sure that nothing

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There are some things in life that are so baffling they simply render one speechless. I'm referring to this, this and this... You must agree, these are sure signs of an impending apocalypse... you think? And this was actually also in the news but I thought this was even creepier. Quote of the Day: All modern men are descended from wormlike creatures, it just shows more on some people. --Will

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1095087097645561852004-09-14T21:34:00.000-04:002004-09-19T15:21:01.646-04:00

So I've been frantically running around the mall today trying to find something for my brother's birthday. As a rule, I usually make anniversary gifts, recycle Xmas gifts and buy birthday gifts from the nearest Seven Eleven - and that strategy has worked well for me for most of my life, except that this year the nearest Seven Eleven closed down, and so I had to drive the extra mile to

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1095017489315098142004-09-13T08:32:00.000-04:002004-09-16T14:46:14.250-04:00

As I read through the last couple of days I noticed that my blogs are becoming shorter and shorter. Look at all these white spaces hither, and more over yonder... For the fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. Lord what fools these mortals be!!!!!! *waves fists in the air filled of emotion* -- then slaps self three times back in to reality. Ahem, sorry about that

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094946553973146412004-09-12T19:13:00.000-04:002004-09-16T14:46:50.876-04:00

Most of you readers find my blog through either Blogger, links from other blogs, or from my flashy ads in Hustler Magazine - err, that was suppose to be a secret - uh, in fact, forget I mentioned it. But once in a while some poor bastard will mistakenly fall upon my site through the twisted referral system of Google. I was Googled recently under "Salad Finger Pictures." And so I thought to post

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094847895550822812004-09-11T07:50:00.000-04:002004-09-16T14:47:30.480-04:00

Top Five Reasons Why I'm Moving: 5. I need to wait 700 years before Blogger lets me publish anything. 4. Blogger eats my posts when I'm not looking. 3. Customer Support Steve is purposely ignoring me. 2. It smells like warm pork in here ... 1. I'm keen on bubblewrap :) So! where shall it be people? I've narrowed it down to three: Mindsay, Seo-blog or 20six?

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094741311612499062004-09-10T10:44:00.000-04:002004-09-16T14:48:10.483-04:00

This is what I'll be doing on our next trip to the country...

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To all of my regular readers – yeah, that would be the three of you… who might have been wondering if I was ever gonna post at all today, I will have you know that I was about 30 seconds from tearing this whole thing down and moving somewhere else where the blog service is so fantastically great that won’t ever have to talk to a blog support techie. I’ve been having some technical problems lately

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094585688274596692004-09-08T06:57:00.000-04:002004-10-23T13:59:32.226-04:00

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the EU rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her Royal Majesty's Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that would be known as "EuroEnglish." In the first year, "s" will

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It's been ten days since I put up that survey ( I've already taken down so you can stop pretending to look for it now) about Aug 29's entry. Out of the fourteen people who replied there were four peeps who wanted english translations - that's only 28.57% mind you, but who's counting...? However since I have nothing else better to blog on today, i'll give in to your unreasonable demands. So here

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I checked my horoscope today - not looking too good. I decided to post everyone else's too - after all, misery loves company eh? --monks chanting in the distance: must share the hate! must share the hate! Capricorn You will feel lazy and sluggish today - but it doesn't really matter.There has never been a Capricorn of any importance. My advice for this day: avoid standing still too long as a dog

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094327720378998752004-09-05T17:17:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:15:41.520-04:00

All I can say is, I'm Bjorkaphobic... And you? *shivers* sorry, that's all I can write today, need to go back and hide under the covers...*shivers* but go ahead, click on it, don't be afraid :)

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094241613474366612004-09-04T10:32:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:17:54.380-04:00

This is where I go online shopping. This is where we've been getting our furniture for the past three years. This is the first place I visit when I feel like God has forsaken me and I am all alone in this world. And this is what I'll do to our neighbors the next time they attempt to sing karaoke at seven in the morning! Any questions? Quote of the Day: Thank God I'm an Atheist! -- Luis Bunuel

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094156533900045582004-09-03T02:14:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:18:46.903-04:00

Me hungry. Need food. I have lived off Coke and bananas for the last three days and I can feel something soft and furry growing off my coccyx today -- no, I'm not a doctor. I only know the word from playing scrabble. actually, that and many other strange words that I'll never use in conversations with normal people. So I dragged myself out of bed to buy soda, chips and chocolate. I got to the

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Eight hours of sleep apparently can't do anything about fuggy moods. Went to bed peeved, got out of bed peeved - with an extra wedgie to go with that. *grumble, grumble* I flip through the channels and come across Lost In Translation -- rubs palms together and grins evily, hehehe... (Knock on the door) Premium Fantasy Woman - Mr. Harris? Bob - Yes? Premium Fantasy Woman - Mr. Kazu sent me. Bob -

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1094068735922089582004-09-01T14:42:00.001-04:002004-09-16T15:23:36.036-04:00

Due to my lack of verve today - ran out of caffeine five hrs ago..., I will be passing on my obligations of entertaining you to skynight who has written a very interesting article on the new trends in air travel. It ain't fresh news either - but hey, I already said i'm lacking verve today what do you want from me?!?! So sit back, read, enjoy, and come back tomorrow with your weekly offerings of

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Today I received yet another chain letter from one of the 9.87 billion sick crackheads out there. As usual, it told of some simulated sad story of some simulated sad idiot, then left a clear threat; either forward the message to 83 people in the next 2 seconds or an evil curse will fall upon me - like that of what happened to poor Mr Dick Dickey of Dunceville who unfortunately only had 82 friends

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In the many years that I've traversed this planet, I've picked up a number of lessons about life. Some, handy and useful, while others, I rather wish I didn't know... But here's my list anyway and if you've got some good one's of your own, type on! I've learned that: ...nothing is as easy as it looks, everything takes longer than you think ...if nothing can seem to go wrong, it will anyway ...

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Quelques Faits de Vache 1. Par jour, une vache passe six heures mangeant et huit heures mâchant le cud. 2. Une vache peut vivre 25 ans. 3. Les vaches ont la vision panoramique presque totale 360-degree. 4. Les vaches peuvent voir la couleur. 5. Une vache tient vers le haut et s'assied environ 14 fois par jour. 6. Une vache à 1000 livres produit des 10 TONNES moyennes d'engrais chaque année!

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093711245731766892004-08-28T13:06:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:28:04.456-04:00

My Dearest Duncan, Ferstly, me'd like ta thank ye fer havin' the goolies ta open-up and be tellin' me 'bout yerself. I'd have ta say though, me thinks ye a creepy parson. En eef I was yer, I'd doo sumthing about 'em green nails of yers. Aarrrr! No' varry hygienic are they? --...why am I talking this way again? Anywise. I'll be granting your request and be devoting the last entries of the week to

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093631343372756342004-08-27T11:28:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:29:38.780-04:00

Dear Readers - yes, that would be the three of you :) I have finally run out of things to say. This blog had a nice run - wow, I actually made 16 entries this time round. My last attempt at blog-writing was four years ago. One entry. The first and the last. -lame, I know! uhm...err...or maybe it was just a dream...? Before I go I would love to know something about my readers - more accurately, I

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093559213236498002004-08-26T17:10:00.000-04:002004-10-24T09:11:33.693-04:00

There comes a time in the life of every job applicant when the moments of struggle, frustration, rejection and failure become so great that we find ourselves in a lonely dark corner, rocking gently back and forth in the fetal position. These have got to be, trully, the most trying of times... until you receive a summons for a job interview that is. So you put on a suit -- a tie would be handy too

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093548206647368272004-08-25T02:59:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:58:24.263-04:00

So I was happily clicking my rudy red heels down the information super highway yester-evening when all of a sudden . I noticed . . that things . . . were . . getting . . . verry . . . . veerrry . . . . sloooowwww . . . . . . . . I decided then to pick up the phone and say hello to my friendly isp -- while secretly plotting for the perfect moment when to unleash my seething black rage of course.

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093369717002273632004-08-24T13:06:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:33:10.183-04:00

Have you ever had those moments in the grocery store, when you come across a box of Knox, cock your head to one side, and wonder how many ways can one create something edible out of this. Well, perhaps looking through this special Knox Cookbook will give you some good ideas - go on, don't be scared, it's quite informative really! *tic, toc, tic, toc... drumming fingers on mouse buttons....* Oh

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When I was eight I used to religiously watch The Superfriends. And who didn't, they were the biggest celebrities in the 80s. Unbeknownst to me though, there was this special editor's cut episode in the third season that was taken off and banned by the higher-ups of DC Comics from the line-up. Too bad though, it would've been their funniest show to date. Click here to watch - but viewer

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093199506078956162004-08-22T13:13:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:38:15.223-04:00

I've noticed a peculiar trend in my conversations lately. I'll start prattling about something, then halfway through I'll forget my point --and yes I usually DO have one to begin with - how dare you question me?!? grrrr!!! I'll pause, frown, stare into space for five seconds, then abandon the disourse awkwardly. This leaves the people flustered and confused. Then in slow motion I see the fleeting

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I've recently taken some online quizzes and discovered a few interesting things about myself. But this is just between you and me okay? 1. Apparently, I have a black heart -- oh so that's why that lady kept calling me 'queen of all evil' 2. I'm a bitch -- what are YOU staring at loser?!? 3. I have a coke addiction -- is that legal? 4. I have a clueless personality -- err, huh? wha? 5. I'm a

testypeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08840387067970691038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929259.post-1093106243085658492004-08-20T11:56:00.000-04:002004-09-16T15:54:07.796-04:00

Perhaps Sen John Kerry could add a proposal of setting a legal would like to drinking age for wild bears to his campaign platform.36 cans of beer in one sitting is just wrong! Meanwhile, it was already expected that Mr Bush not be bothered about this incident as he had amused himself exactly the same way many a night back in his heydays. Here's something to put you in the mood for drinking.

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These are two of the most overhyped books in the world. FYI:There's actually more than 2 in the series To anyone who's considering reading these books - don't bother, you'd be better off watching the weather channel - at least you'd come out learning something useful there. The book features Becky Bloomwood, a financial advisor --doesn't that take a smart person? who has several problems.

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Is your kid's bday coming up? Attending a babyshower? Ever wonder what to give that neice or nephew of your that seem to already have it all? Well here are a few ideas, some toys that I'm sure they haven't yet seen before. The DuckDevil is a very good way of introducing the concept of good and evil to a child during bath time. Nice clean little boys and girls go to heaven and dirty little

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