Monday, February 13, 2006

A covey of Hall & Oates 




ZOMG! Did you hear?
Roooooobbbb!!!

Full story Here!

Build your own filthy, filthy lies here:

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Ok, ok...Actually on CNN.com: Great Lakes Myth Society and Rob Theakston talking about MySpace. Let me spell this out for you. There is a photo of Greg, Tim, Jamie and Scott (and a photo of a photo of Fido) on CNN.COM!
Everybody start making sweet sweet love in the bomb shelters, because obviously something strange is happening in the world.

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Inappropriately-themed Star Wars valentines? Sure.
I particularly like the Han Solo in the snow with the Tauntaun that says "Your Love Will Keep Me Warm" on it.

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Really Really elaborate cakes.
They taste surprisingly like plaster, but my they're pretty.

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Spectacular Polish posters for American movies:

porklips now
Apocalypse Now

Some are pretty creative, some are so creative you cannot tell what the hell movie they're talking about.

Even more Here:

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From This collection of chatroom finds:

Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book
Let's see the results...

"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"

"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he? Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang

'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

More Bloodninja-esque cyber-larity Here:

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fingers

More misappropriated Garfield here and here.

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