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Friday, December 4th, 2015 @ 01:19 am
You bunch of screwy cokeheads probably all died from snorting your white charly powder through your deviated septums while the Bee Gees blasted to your girlfriends double donging it on the table Requium for a Dream style.
At least give up the domain name: Tom "Glitch" Thomson the gay porn legend needs it. Tom Glitches 13 inches will give the bitches stitches.
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| Category: Booze|
Sunday, December 20th, 2009 @ 03:31 am
The Great and Glorious Glitch has not Graced us with his Gift of Gab for over a year.
And whither us? I have been staring at a Freaking Taco for over a year. And this taco was not even the spawn of Glitch, but rather Xerxes -- the man who made me Not Fat.
Surely something has happened? Surely there is something to talk about? Surely in all of this madness there is something to quicken us?
Or are we group 3 who have seen hopelessly rotten teeth and are totally incapable of dental hygiene?
Sometimes I stare at the screen and cannot imagine what I could possibly have to say to the world that would matter at all.
And then I remember that there is Rum and Miller High Life and other things that make my thoughts more interesting -- at least to me. And Glitch, conveniently, has a category for booze. And here I am.
OK: Comic that I will never make:
Panel 1: Dude A) How is Suzy?
Dude B) I had to leave her. She was being BlackMaled.
Panel 2: Dude A) Why would you leave your wife because she was being blackmailed?
Panel 3: Picture of Suzy being banged Doggy-Style by a totally swoll black dude.
You see, I think this joke is just a play on words, but I think that it could be perceived as somehow racist.
OK so I have reached the point of total inebriation and blacked-outness so forgive me. I felt it was necessary to immediately begin typing at this point. Note that there was a 40 minute pause between paragraphs. (Pause for another beer)
In Taiwan there were pen stores. You would walk into a huge store, and there were no other products other than pens. Since you're a New Orleans type of kid, the fact that the place went 3 levels underground was pretty odd. Although, that there were enough pens in the world to fill up 3 floors was amazing in its own right.
The sheer scale of everything in Taiwan was amazing. All of the movie theatres were huge. The KTV was enormous. The pen stores were gigantic. Everything was larger than life and it was wonderful to be alive.
So what is the point of all of this?
The New Year is upon us and I have pictures from 7 years ago of the glitch13.com Krewe at the most fun New Years Eve of all. I suppose that the point is that every moment should be as awesome as that New Years Eve full of Fake Snow made of Beignet Sugar. All of life should be as great as those snapshots I took on the most fun New Year Eve of my life.
And if these days aren't as fun as those pictures...I think I'm probably doing something wrong.
Time for a post-partisan update.
| Category: Personal|
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 @ 10:09 pm
What happened once...
has happened again!
That's right, we got some flat-bottomed taco shells and can attest to their upright-standing powers. We were so impressed that we even took their picture while they were sitting in the beautiful chair of honor and beauty.
How good were these tacos? So good that I'd venture to say that if Nancy were to stick to tacos instead of those big ol' burgers, she might not be inclined to kill herself.
I enjoyed it.
"evolution of the mankind through the vision of
Japanese smoking etiquette signs. Visit for the great graphic design. Stay for the poetic engrish.
Let's Get It On
Possibly one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life.