Hail to the Redskins
Hail Victory
Braves on the warpath
Fight for old D.C.!
Run or pass and score we want a lot more
Beat 'em, swamp 'em, touchdown, let the points soar
Fight on, fight on 'til you have won
sons of Washington
(Rah! Rah! Rah!)
Hail to the Redskins
Hail Victory
Braves on the warpath
Fight for old D.C.!
These are the kinds of drivers who need to be tossed into a car crusher:
The Left Lane Lurker - This is the guy (usually in a giant SUV with exceedingly bright headlights) who sits just behind you and to your left when there's absolutely no traffic. He speeds up when you do, and he slows down when you do, too. He doesn't want to... Read More
I've come to the conclusion that there aren't enough diseases (or are they disorders? whatthefuckever) that end in -lepsy. We've got Epilepsy and we've got Narcolepsy, and that's really about it as far as mainstream consciousness goes, but they're both such interesting conditions that I think we need more
Who cares if the ones we come up are real "According to Hoyle" problems, it's the... Read More
There should be a rule that if it snows, and you're late to work, anybody who had to stay and wait for your late ass gets to peg you with a snowball in the parking lot.
When I am Supreme Earth Overlord, there will be such a rule, and you had better look out, because I throw a mean snowball.
a-HA sherlock! you guessed it! i caught the fever now, because tickets for the games just went on sale this past monday. and i have to plan this far in advance to have enough money to go to zee Deutschland. and i really want to! i hear it will be partying in the streets every night. wouldn't that be the RADDEST?
I am hopelessly addicted to the Xbox Live Arcade. I've spent more time playing the cheesy games on it than I have playing the espensive retail games I bought.
It feels wrong to be enjoying games like Gauntlet and Joust on my new expensive piece of videogame technology, but yet it also somehow manages to feel so right.
I haven't had a game system since the first-generation Sega Genesis. No time, no money.
I think this is actually among the benefits of the high-stress road. The perils include not being able to find a job after going through all this hell. Wee!
Every time I re-string my guitars, I end up drifting off and daydreaming just long enough that I grab one of the ends of the strings (aka deadly 1/4 inch long steel spikes) wrong and it goes straight into and through my finger.
One of these days I'll remember this before I mess with the strings, and not after I get a metal splinter halfway... Read More