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INEXPERIENCED CURRY TASTER
Notes From An Inexperienced Curry Taster Named FRANK, who was visiting
Phoenix, Durban from the U.S. "Recently I was honoured to be selected as a
judge at a curry
cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I
happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the
beer wagon when the call came. I was assured by the other two judges (couple
of
local Indians) that the curry wouldn't be all that spicy, and besides, they
told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted. Here are
the scorecards from the event:
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Curry # 1: Manoj's Maniac Mobster Monster Curry
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavour. Very mild.
FRANK: Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could
remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames
out. I hope that's the worst one. These char o's are crazy.
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Curry # 2: Applesamy's Afterburner Curry
JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be
taken seriously.
FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am supposed
to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me
the Heimlich manoeuvre. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look
on my face.
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Curry # 3: Farouk's Famous Burn Down the Barn curry
JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse curry! Great kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless curry, a bit salty, good use of red
peppers.
FRANK: Call Colesburg, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I
have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now, get me more
beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in
the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all the beer.
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Curry # 4: Barbu's Black Magic
JUDGE ONE: Black bean curry with almost no spice.
Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other
mild foods, not much of a curry.
FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste
it, is it possible to burn-out taste buds? Savathree, the bar maid, was
standing behind me with fresh refills; that 300 lb. bitch is starting to
look HOT, just like this nuclear waste I'm eating. Is curry an aphrodisiac?
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Curry # 5: Laveshnee's Legal Lip Remover
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong curry. Cayenne peppers freshly
ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Curry using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the
cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
FRANK: My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no
longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics.
The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her curry had
given me brain damage. Savathree saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring
beer directly on it from a pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off? It
really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw
those char o's!
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Curry # 6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety curry. Good
balance of spice and peppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic.
Superb.
FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with
gaseous, sulfuric flames. I shit myself when I farted and I'm worried it
will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except
that slut Savathree, she must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips
anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone!
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Curry # 7: Sugash's Screaming Sensation Curry
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre curry with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of curry
peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge
Number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing
uncontrollably.
FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't
feel a fucking thing. I've lost the sight in one eye, and the world sounds
like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with curry which
slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to match
my damn shirt. At least during the autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've
decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Fuck it, I'm not
getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4
inch hole in my stomach.
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Curry # 8: Hansraj's Mount Saint Curry
JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend curry, safe for all, not
too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced curry, neither mild nor hot.
Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell
over and pulled the curry pot down on top of himself. Not sure if
he's going to make it. Poor Yank, wonder how he'd have reacted to a really
hot curry?
FRANK: --------------(editor's note: Judge #3 was unable to report)
I know Taha will like this one!
The shipwrecked Scotsman
A Scotsman, a sheep, and a dog were survivors of a terrible shipwreck.
They found themselves stranded on a desert island. After being there for
a while, they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to
watch the sun set. One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red
with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle; a perfect
night for romance.
As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the
Scotsman. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.
But the dog got jealous, growling fiercely until the Scotsman took his
arm from around the sheep. After that, the three of them continued to
enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck.
The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman
the Scotsman had ever seen. She was in a pretty bad way when they
rescued her, and they slowly nursed her back to health. When the young
maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their evening beach
ritual. It was another beautiful evening: red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm
and gentle breeze; perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon, the Scotsman started to get "those feelings" again. He
fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in and leaned over
to the young woman, cautiously, and whispered in her ear...
"Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"
Hahaha good one!
Une personne fait la file dans un animalerie pour acheter un aquarium. Un homme en face de lui lui dit :
- Je suis un d�ductologue.
- Un d�du-quoi?
- Un d�ductologue. Je vais faire quelque chose avec toi. Tu es venu acheter un aquarium parce que tu aimes les poissons right?
- Oui
- Si tu aimes les poissons, j'en d�duit que tu aimes la p�che.
- Oui
- Si tu aimes la p�che, j'en d�duit que tu aimes la chasse.
- Oui c'est vrai
- Si tu aimes la chasse, j'en d�duit que tu aimes la nature.
- Oui
- Si tu aimes la nature, j'en d�duit que tu aimes les femmes!
- Wow �a marche ton affaire!
Le gars abasourdi tond son gazon le lendemain et voit son voisin et lui dit :
- Hier j'ai vu un d�ductologue.
- Un d�du-quoi?
- Un d�ductologue. Je vais faire quelque chose avec toi... Aimes-tu les poissons?
- Non
- Fak t� fif!
Its a guy who wakes up one morning and hears shit lot of noise coming from the top of his roof.
He goes outside to see what happenning and he sees a big gorilla on his roof !!! the guy is like "WTF I need to get that animal out of there"
He looks in the yellow pages for an animal catcher and he founds an ad saying "Specialized in catching gorillas". So he call the hunter.
When the hunter got at the guy's house, he gets out of his truck, with a dog, a baseball bat, a ladder and a gun. The hunter fixes the ladder and hands the gun to the guy.
The guy is all confused and he tells the hunter: "Hey wait, what are you doing ? How are you gonna get that gorilla out of there ?"
The hunter says: "My dog is specialised to bite in the nuts... I'm gonna go on the roof with the baseball bat... try to scear that gorilla and hit it so it falls from the roof and my dog is gonna hold it down until I put it in a cage"
the guy: "OK !! but why you gave me a gun ?"
"in case I fell... shoot the fuckin dog!"
a man and a woman at an old age home...
man: I'm really lonely in this place, would you do me a favor?
woman: what is it?
man: every day during lunch time would you meet me outside under the tree and just hold my penis?
woman: just hold it? nothing else?
man: yes, I would just like you to hold it.
woman: ok
this happens for weeks until one day the woman arrives under the tree and the man is nowhere to be found. She looked around and then looked up. To her shock the man was up on the tree with another woman.
woman: get the hell down from that tree!
man jumps down...
woman: I thought I'm the one you want to hold your penis? How come she gets to hold it now???
man: yeah yeah I know, I know...but she's got Parkinson's
this thread is a joke sorry i couldn't resist
Je sais la blague est mauvaise, mais bon...
Quel est la diff�rence entre une BMW et une LADA? R�ponse: Dans la BMW, ta l'airbag, tandis que dans la LADA, ta l'air con!
hilarant 
en voila une pour TA-girl
C'est une femme qui va voir un homme. Elle lui demande si elle peut visiter sa maison. L'homme lui r�pond que sa ne le d�rangeait pas.
La femme lui dit � Vous avez bien une belle vaisselle ! �
L'homme lui r�pond � Merci. C'est mon ex-femme qui me l'a donn� ! �
La femme lui demande alors si elle peut voir son salon. L'homme lui r�pond qu'il veut.
La femme lui dit � Votre divan est bien beau ! �
L'homme lui r�pond � Merci. C'est mon ex-ex-femme qui me l'a donn� ! �
La femme lui demande encore si elle peut voir une de ses pi�ces mais cette fois, c'�tait la salle de bain. L'homme accepte.
La femme lui dit encore � Vos serviettes sont bien belles ! �
L'homme lui dit alors � Merci. C'est mon ex-ex-ex-femme qui me l'a donn� ! �
Il restait seulement une pi�ce qu'elle n'avait pas visit� et c'�tait la chambre. L'homme voulut.
La femme trouva son lit tr�s beau � Votre lit est tr�s beau ! �
L'homme lui redit � Merci. C'est mon ex-ex-ex-ex-femme qui me l'a donn� ! �
La femme furieuse s'�cria � MAUDIT CASTOR !!! �
L'homme n'y comprenait rien alors il appela un de ses amis.
� H�... qu'est-ce que �a veut dire quand quelqu'un te traite de Castor ? �
Son ami lui r�pondit � Je ne sais pas mais la meilleure mani�re de le trouver c'est de chercher dans le dictionnaire ! �
C'est ce que l'homme fit et il trouva la d�finition : Animal qui b�tit sa maison avec sa queue !
hey hey hey, whats with the french jokes??? me no understand
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| Originally posted by trancechaos hey hey hey, whats with the french jokes??? me no understand |
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| Originally posted by F�anor Learn french! Tu es � Montr�al. |
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| Originally posted by trancechaos the only thing i understand in that statement is learn french, i wish i could. i really wish i could. the only problem is that i live in toronto and french is non-existent here. so its not my fault |
who's caela, id love to ask her, if only i knew who she was...hehe
some good blonde jokes for u all
Q. What do you call 15 blonde's in a circle?
A. A dope ring.
Q. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, a dumb blonde, and a smart blonde are walking down the street when they spot a $10 bill. Who picks it up?
A1. The dumb blonde! because, there is no such thing as Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, or a smart blonde.
A2. None of them. There is no such thing as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy or a smart blonde and the dumb blonde thought it was a gum wrapper.
Q. If a blonde and a brunette are tossed off a building, who hits the ground first?
A. The brunette. The blonde has to stop to ask for directions.
Q. What happens when a blonde gets Alzheimer's disease?
A. Her IQ goes up!
Q. What's the difference between Indiana and a blonde?
A. A blonde has larger hills and deeper valleys.
Q. What do a bowling ball and a blonde have in common?
A. Chances are they'll both end up in the gutter.
Q. What did the blonde's mom say to her before the blonde's date?
A. If you're not in bed by 12, come home.
Q. What do you get when you offer a blonde a penny for her thoughts?
A. Change.
Q. How does a blonde moon walk?
A. She pulls down her panties and slides her ass along the floor!
Q. What do you get when you cross a blonde and a gorilla?
A. Who knows, there is only so much a gorilla can be forced to do.
Q. Why does a blonde only change her baby's diapers every month?
A. Because it says right on it "good for up to 20 pounds."
Q. Why did the blonde get so excited after she finished her jigsaw puzzle in only 6 months?
A. Because on the box it said From 2-4 years.
Q. What do you say to a blonde with no arms and no legs?
A. "Nice tits!"
Q. How does a blonde high-5?
A. She smacks herself in the forehead.
Q. How do you amuse a blonde for hours?
A. Write 'Please turn over' on both sides of a piece of paper.
Q. Why do blondes have legs?
A1. So they don't get stuck to the ground.
A2. To get between the bedroom and the kitchen.
A3. So they don't leave trails, like little snails.
Q. How do you describe a blonde, surrounded by drooling idiots?
A. Flattered.
Q. Why do blondes always die before help arrives?
A. They always forget the "11" in "9-1-1".
Q. How does a blonde interpret 6.9?
A. A 69 interrupted by a period.
Q. What's the difference between a blonde having her period and a terrorist?
A. You can negotiate with a terrorist.
Q. Did you hear about the blonde lesbian?
A. She kept having affairs with men!
Q. What did the blonde name her pet zebra?
A. Spot.
Q. What do you call a fly buzzing inside a blonde's head?
A. A Space Invader.
Q. What do you see when you look into a blonde's eyes?
A. The back of her head.
Q. Why do blondes drive VW's?
A. Because they can't spell PORSCHE!
Q. How do you make a blonde laugh on Monday mornings?
A. Tell them a joke on Friday night!
Q. Why did God create blondes?
A. Because sheep can't bring beer from the fridge.
Q. Why did God create brunettes?
A. Neither could the blondes.
Q. Why do blondes have see-through lunch box lids?
A1. So they know if it is morning or afternoon.
A2. So that when they're on the train they can tell if they're going to work or coming home.
Q. Why are dumb blonde jokes so short?
A1. So brunettes can remember them.
A2. Because blondes are so SHALLOW a long joke wouldn't fit.
A3. So men can understand them.
Q. Why wasn't the Virgin Mary a blonde?
A. She wouldn't have been old enough to bear children!
Q. What do you call a smart blonde?
A1. A golden retriever.
A2. A labrador.
A3. An indicator of a really bad hangover.
Q. Why are blondes hurt by people's words?
A. Because people keep hitting them with dictionaries.
Q. Why do blondes have periods?
A. They deserve them.
Q. What did the blonde do when she got her period?
A. Looked around for the bastard that must have shot her?
Q. How does a blonde hold her liquor?
A. By the ears.
Q. How do you know when a blonde has been making chocolate chip cookies?
A. You find M&M shells all over the kitchen floor.
Q. Why did the blonde try to steal a police car?
A. She saw "911" and thought it was a Porsche.
Q. What do you call a blonde skeleton in the closet?
A. Last year's hide and seek champ.
Q. What's the difference between a blonde track team and a tribe of sly pygmies?
A. One's a bunch a cunning runts.
Q. What's the difference between a blonde and the Suez/Panama Canal?
A. One's a busy ditch.
Q. What is the difference between a blonde and a toilet?
A. A toilet won't follow you around after you use it.
Q. What's the difference between a blonde and a trampoline?
A. You take off your shoes before using a trampoline.
Q. How do you get a blonde to marry you?
A. Tell her she's pregnant.
Q2. What will she ask you?
A2. "Is it mine?"
Q. Why did the blonde tattoo her zip code on her stomach?
A. So her male would get delivered to the right box.
Q. Did you hear about the blonde couple that were found frozen to death in their car at a drive-in movie theater?
A. They went to see "Closed for the Winter".
Q. What is the blonde's chronic speech impediment?
A. She can't say "No".
Q. What did they name the offspring of a blonde and a Puerto Rican?
A. Retardo.
Q. What do you call a blonde in an institution of higher learning?
A. A visitor.
Q. Why can't blondes put in light bulbs?
A. They keep breaking them with the hammers.
Q. Did you hear about the blonde coyote?
A. Got stuck in a trap, chewed off three legs and was still stuck.
Q. Why did the blonde take her typewriter to the doctor?
A. She thought it was pregnant because missed a period.
Q. What is a blonde's favorite part of a gas station?
A. The Air Pump!
Q. How do you measure a blonde's intelligence?
A. Stick a tire pressure gauge in her ear!
Why couldnt Helen Keller drive?
Becasue she was a Woman.
Sorry ladies 
This dog, is dog, a dog, good dog, way dog, to dog, keep dog, an dog, idiot dog, busy dog, for dog, 20 dog, seconds dog! ... Now read without the word dog.
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| Originally posted by John_H2O Je sais la blague est mauvaise, mais bon... Quel est la diff�rence entre une BMW et une LADA? R�ponse: Dans la BMW, ta l'airbag, tandis que dans la LADA, ta l'air con! hilarant |
pipe avec cent milles jokes de blondes pis pas une de bonne haha
Expensive Water
The other day I was doing some grocery shopping and picked up a case of bottled water. A woman who evidently works for a competing bottled water company noticed my choice and insisted on knowing why I wasn't picking her lower priced water instead. The clear inference was that I'm not too bright. Water is water, she noted.
The first defense that came to mind went unsaid, but it would have gone something like this "If I'm dumb enough to buy water, I'm certainly dumb enough to pay too much for it!"
But that didn't feel right. My second impulse was to say something along the lines of "Do you know who I am??? I'm the creator of the world famous Dilbert comic strip that runs in 2,000 newspapers in 65 countries. I buy overpriced water because I CAN. And by the way, this is just the water for my cat."
That didn't feel right either.
My third option was just as wrong, and it would have gone like this "Well, since you asked, I assign an economic value to the use of my mind for price shopping versus the alternative use of imagining you naked right now."
Too risky.
After I left, I thought I should have said something like "As any bottled water professional should know, research has shown that the color of a container influences the perceived taste. Your company's bottles send the subliminal suggestion of day old puddle water with a hint of excrement."
But I didn't say any of those clever things. Instead, I mumbled something about being in a hurry and shuffled away.
I still drink overpriced water, but I no longer enjoy it.
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Robert Blake Verdict
Well, it's official. A jury decided that actor Robert Blake "kinda killed" his wife and ordered him to pay the family 30 million dollars. This is eight months after another jury decided that he "didn't definitely kill" his wife and so the state shouldn't "probably kill blake" in return.
Blake took the verdict like a true gentleman. In fact, I heard that he invited all of his in-laws to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant.
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How Certain is Certain?
I'd better reduce the font for this entry because it's about the guy sitting next to me on the flight to Chicago.
Before takeoff, we both sat here tapping away on our Blackberries, sending last-minute messages. But where I interpreted the flight attendant's instruction to turn off all electronics as just that, the high powered executive next to me had a different view. He interpreted it to mean hide your Blackberry when the Flight Attendant is looking. Otherwise, keep working all the way through takeoff.
On one hand, I'm almost totally certain that a Blackberry can't bring down an airline. If it could, even in the most unlikely scenario, it surely would have happened a dozen times already. If you consider all of the flights in the world and all of the cell phones and Blackberries and laptops and PDAs that have traveled on them, it seems impossible that they could be a threat.
But still. There he was, tapping away, and maybe, just maybe killing me. I thought about doing something, like informing the flight attendant. But I need to rely on this passenger to move for me at some time during this flight so I can use the rest room. It could be a tense, uncomfortable flight if I get him angry. I had to weigh a 20% chance of not getting a timely wiz versus a .00000001% chance of a fireball-related death.
So I just sat there staring at the rule-breaker thumbing his little death machine while the pilot gunned the engines and headed skyward. Could this be the one time when a Blackberry causes a jet to plunge into the Rockies? How certain was I that this was safe? Can you ever be sure enough in these situations?
My only solace is that if this puppy goes down, the headlines will read "Plane Crashes. Dilbert Cartoonist is turned into Charcoal." That's called Top Billing, baby. Take that, rule breaker! I hope he's not the new Chairman of the Fed or something. That would really suck.
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Fear of Birds
Well, it's official: I'm afraid of birds.
I was already afraid of sunshine, under the theory that a day without sunshine is like a day without melanoma. And I'm uneasy around those plastic things that hold six-packs together, always worried I might get my head stuck in one. I'm afraid of a lot of things.
Now this bird flu business has me worried. I already circle the parking lot twelve times to find a space that isn't under a tree and directly in the crapping zone. If birds start getting the flu, they'll be firing from both ends. There aren't enough squeegees in the world.
I've got my fingers crossed that global warming will kill all of the birds before they start hurling on me. With any luck, someday the birds will just burst into flames in mid flight. Problem solved. But until that happy day, I'm thinking of moving to Florida. I'm no ornithologist/meteorologist, but I'm pretty sure birds don't like hurricanes.
The media always focuses on the negative aspects of hurricanes. They never mention how it helps clear out the birds for a while. Just once I would like to hear a news report with an upbeat take:
"Thanks to hurricane Wilma, nothing has crapped on our Eyewitness News van for hours. Back to you, Bob."
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Mad About the Wrong Things
Maybe it's the way I was raised, but I find that I get mad about all the wrong things. For example, when I hear a news report about some serial killer who buried 43 victims in an underground bunker that he constructed beneath his shed, my first reaction is Wow. He built an underground bunker under a shed! I find myself admiring his industriousness and passion in the pursuit of his dreams. That's clearly wrong.
Then today I read in the November 2005 Reader's Digest about Marine engineer Richard James who invented the Slinky in 1943 after a tension spring from a meter used to test battleship horsepower fell off his desk and "walked" end-over-end. I hate that guy. I don't know the full story (that's why they call it the Reader's Digest) but it sure seems like he was rewarded for being clumsy. I can't respect that.
I've met several people who made fortunes by founding and then selling dotcom companies that soon went out of business. They aren't just rich � they're crazy rich. And all of their heirs will be crazy rich too, until they drive their Ferraris over embankments and restore my faith in Karma.
Well, now that that rant is over, I can get back to reading Laughter, the Best Medicine, and see how many people got paid $300 for submitting a funny story they read in the Dilbert Newsletter and claimed it happened to them.
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About My Grammar and Spelling
My blog is the only writing you'll see from me that doesn't first go through a professional editor. That means plenty of grammar and punctuation wrecks for you to enjoy. I blame the public education system.
The only reason I dare writing this blog is because I have absolutely no sense of embarrassment. Most people would be horrified at the prospect of proving their ignorance to thousands of readers. My attitude is more along the lines of I have thousands of readers? Cool.
If you notice a grammar, punctuation, or spelling error in my blog, and you absolutely can't control your urge to tell me, please follow this process:
Research the Native American method for sending smoke signals.
Set your couch on fire.
Stand on the roof and use your "good shirt" to control the signal as it comes out of the chimney.
Or if you prefer, just enjoy the blog as if it were an e-mail from your friend who thinks he's clever but isn't as clever as he thinks.
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Getting Away With Murder
Did you see the story about the convicted murderer who escaped prison by using a fake ID and a set of civilian clothes? The guards just opened the door and let him out.
The authorities described the escapee as narcissistic. That's the fancy way of saying he thinks he's better than other people.
I hate to take sides, but if I made a fake ID using nothing but a pack of Marlboros and a spoon, and made a set of civilian clothes out of pillowcases, then walked out of jail, I'd be feeling pretty good about myself too. I know for sure that I'd feel superior to the idiot who let me out. And that's not even counting the part about getting away with murder.
I feel sorry for the guard who checked the ID, saw the picture of Joe Camel and thought looks good to me. Plus, you'd think one of the guards would notice the skort* made from a pillowcase.
The murderer won't last long on the outside. The fun of being a narcissist is telling other people how wonderful you are. The media is all over this story, so now he's a famous narcissist, and that's no prescription for a cure. He'll probably start out slowly, just bragging to people he plans to whack anyway. But eventually he's going to tell someone who can outrun him. Or he'll forget to tie someone securely. I just hope he gets sloppy before he comes after the people who mock him in blogs.
* For the benefit of the men reading this, a skort is a cross between a skirt and shorts. It's the perfect clothing for people who are indecisive and/or narcissistic murderers.
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Writer's Block
One of the most common questions I get is "Do you ever get writer's block?"
The thing I love about that question is that it reveals a wonderful optimism in the person who is asking. I suspect that the people who ask this question believe they possess deep wells of creativity and talent that are inexplicably blocked. All they need is the secret unblocking spell from a cartoonist and then a geyser of bestselling books will spray forth.
I wish I had that kind of attitude. I imagine myself asking an NBA player how he deals with Jumper's Block, under the theory that if I can learn how to unblock my jumping skills, I will no longer need a car. I'll just jump wherever I want to go, like the Hulk, but less angry.
Unfortunately I'm too literal to answer the writer's block question in some useful way. I can't get past the common sense that I always have writer's block up until the moment I have an idea. It's sort of a binary situation.
The better question would be how I get past writer's block. The quick answer � and maybe the only legitimate one � is that I'm just wired that way. There's a fine line between creative and goofy, and believe me, you wouldn't want to spend time in my head. Let me give you some real time examples, except not real time. I'm on a plane as I write this. Allow me to write down my thoughts as they happen, just so you get a sense of it. I haven't planned this:
I wonder if you could make gigantic noise-cancellation headphones to put on the outside of the plane so all the passengers don't need them on the inside?
Damn, this was a stupid idea to write down my thoughts. Now I don't have any, except for my thoughts about not having any thoughts. Oh, God, I'm stuck in some sort of loop.
Wait, now I have a thought about the drunken lady's glass of wine on the seat divider next to me. It's rocking wildly from the turbulence. It's going to land on my keyboard. Oh, God, I know it is. Uh-oh, I think she looked over here and read that I called her a drunken lady. My hands hurt from typing. I have to pee again but the seatbelt sign is on. If she dozes off, I might have to top off her chardonnay.
Okay, that's enough of that. Just be glad you're not me
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hahaha fuckn hilarious, nice job jay
fuckin' awesome woahahahahahahahahaha 
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| Originally posted by all-nite-freak |
Haha, �a torche ton image =)
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