Man, did the Colorado Bar Exam ever suck. It was truly the most perverse act of forced intellectual sodomy ever contrived. But it is done, now the interminable wait until mid-October to find out if I can join the elite fraternity that's responsible for spreading so much love & Joy.
Now for some quirky Shrubesque observations from the past couple months...
A friend sent me this link of a psycho German kid playing my favorite first-person shooter. Man, I thought I was obsessive. This kid needs a sound pummeling from dear ol' dad. On a tangential note, if that keyboard still works it must be made by Tonka.
Morg, Billy D, where are the TT posts? I give you guys the keys to this ride and you let it sit in the garage?! Freakin slackers!
I'm contributing to a new sports oriented web site. Check it out and let me know what you think. I'll ad the link to my list of haunts.
I've joined the ranks over at MySpace.com. What can I say, I love high school chicks.
Somewhere Jamie R is crying.
And here I thought Barbaro was bad off. Seems this intrepid equine would look at the Kentucky Derby winner and say, "Pussy!"
What the fuck are the British thinking?!
My beloved home town has some really stupid elected officials and government employees.
And all is right with the world once again. I'm so giddy I could dance like that sissy who does the River Dance schtick.
Another in the Americana file. This suave mofo killed a whole lotta people. Kinda makes you proud to be a Colorado native.
For all you home schooling zealots...
The further sterilization of the English language...a bitch is a bitch and by any other name would smell just as sweet.
6/6/06
Billy D here.
I know. Where the hell is "Tesicle Tuesday"? Well listen, I'm at work, and to get caught cruising for half-nekkid women on company time and equipment is suicide. But I just felt I had to post something today. Shrub gave me the keys to this joint while he's studying for the bar. And I know he'd want something up for today on this.
I've been laughing my ass off all weekend watching people go nutty about today's date. Fantastic. People going ape-shit over a date. Some folks are having "pray-ins", some are replaying the Y2K stuff and hoarding food and water so when the devil comes through town they'll be able to survive it for a while...amazing.
You understand, that the number 666 is absolutely meaningless, right? I mean, the number itself means nothing at all. For the Jews, around the time (90 AD-ish) of the writing of that book, three and seven (777) meant perfection. 666 was representative of something that looked perfect, seemed perfect, but was not. Now, who would better embody that better than the devil himself?
The mark, often mistakenly referred to as some branding of three sixes on your right hand, or forhead, is not some goofy serial number or barcode. You know, it often amazes me how people will take one sentance from the Bible and make it mean whatever they'd like it to. Listen to me now...
You cannot be tricked into taking "The Mark". Read it again slowly. You must take it willingly, knowing full well what exactly it means and represents. It's a mark of worship of a false god, nothing more, nothing less. Many, don't believe there will be any physical mark, but that the "mark" represents thoughts and deeds in direct relation to that worship of the false god. The "Anti-Christ" if you will. This makes a lot of sense. Either way, it's not some implant, or a tattoo, or any other of the wacky stuff folks like to specualte.
Anyway, the point is, that "number" will only be attached to the "Godless", those who choose to walk alone, or with some false god who leads them astray. So, if you're down with Jesus, walking on His path, then don't worry about it. 6/6/06 is just another day, and 666 is just another number.
I know. Where the hell is "Tesicle Tuesday"? Well listen, I'm at work, and to get caught cruising for half-nekkid women on company time and equipment is suicide. But I just felt I had to post something today. Shrub gave me the keys to this joint while he's studying for the bar. And I know he'd want something up for today on this.
I've been laughing my ass off all weekend watching people go nutty about today's date. Fantastic. People going ape-shit over a date. Some folks are having "pray-ins", some are replaying the Y2K stuff and hoarding food and water so when the devil comes through town they'll be able to survive it for a while...amazing.
You understand, that the number 666 is absolutely meaningless, right? I mean, the number itself means nothing at all. For the Jews, around the time (90 AD-ish) of the writing of that book, three and seven (777) meant perfection. 666 was representative of something that looked perfect, seemed perfect, but was not. Now, who would better embody that better than the devil himself?
The mark, often mistakenly referred to as some branding of three sixes on your right hand, or forhead, is not some goofy serial number or barcode. You know, it often amazes me how people will take one sentance from the Bible and make it mean whatever they'd like it to. Listen to me now...
You cannot be tricked into taking "The Mark". Read it again slowly. You must take it willingly, knowing full well what exactly it means and represents. It's a mark of worship of a false god, nothing more, nothing less. Many, don't believe there will be any physical mark, but that the "mark" represents thoughts and deeds in direct relation to that worship of the false god. The "Anti-Christ" if you will. This makes a lot of sense. Either way, it's not some implant, or a tattoo, or any other of the wacky stuff folks like to specualte.
Anyway, the point is, that "number" will only be attached to the "Godless", those who choose to walk alone, or with some false god who leads them astray. So, if you're down with Jesus, walking on His path, then don't worry about it. 6/6/06 is just another day, and 666 is just another number.
Testicle Tuesday...Vintage Hotties
Even with all the current celebrity beauties, there's something to be said for revisiting the classics.
We'll start with everyone's favorite pin-up starlet. From the President of the United States down to the corner mechanic, Marilyn Monroe graced many a man's fantasy. What guy didn't want to handle these curves:
We'll start with everyone's favorite pin-up starlet. From the President of the United States down to the corner mechanic, Marilyn Monroe graced many a man's fantasy. What guy didn't want to handle these curves:
Speaking of curves, these Italian imports stacked up pretty nicely. Even today, Sophia Loren is holding up better than many women half her age.
And Isabella Ressellini...now that's a classic if there ever was one.
And finally, there's this Swedish import, Bond Girl Brit Ekland. If you haven't seen the Wicker Man, go out and rent it immediately. Forget that it's a cult classic about a group of murderous pagans. Brit displays the most amazingly divine ass in a dance so sexy that God will surely forgive you for watching it.
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