http://youtube.com/watch?v=kUXV3ANiFGA&feature=related


this video disturbs me in many many different ways.

ha hahahahaha so funny "cumming day and night" hahahahahahaha
that's the way we manage California:cool:

http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=gY7PfaO_YZY

What a blast !!!

i love the way he says cumming

http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/

i want there to be a beatrix potter style animated version of pulp fiction with animals playing all the parts. and it would have things like 'when you came pulling in here, did you see the sign that said dead badger storage...cos it aint fucking there, cos storing dead badgers aint my fucking business'
all of which would be coming from, like, a little squirrel. and then the big horned toad in the suit would be like 'whoah, jimmy, we aint gonna store the motherfucker...'

Sailing to Byzantium

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
--- Those dying generations --- at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

IV

Once out of nature I shalll never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

i like the black man , he's having fun
and also the guy with portable synth, looks anachronic as fuck:)

"something irrelevant!"

dont think that has been done before!!!!

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word!

i dreamed i dream.

The Ladybyrds (Ladybirds)
Topless Girl Band From The 60's

 

This is actually a good video. Better than the other one.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=mSvJwUFI_es

omg what

i actually love that headband though?

irrelevant: due to my extreme pallor (which is 100% natural, i don't avoid the sun or anything) i have been called casper by many since childhood.

What are those things on the headband? I recognize them but I dunno where from.

My dad puked last night.

i dont know but theyre weird and i like it

It feels like there is an eyelash in my eye, but I checked multiple times and there isn't, now it's just red and sore.

Bomberman is the shit.

uber

i just watched the flinstones and i am sad because bam bam did not make an appearance.

now the jetsons is on and i am happy again

I'm stressed as fuck.

hi five, I'm too, I'm going to an appointment with a store manager to see if I got the work. it's annoying coz I went there at 9 am and he said, "damn, i knew you'd come today but I wasn't expecting you this early...could you come back at 5 pm?" and I said: "sure, I just wasted hours and hours of potential sleep, no problem, dude, look at my swollen eyes and shit!". Actually I said just "yes.".

hmmm, the store closes at 7.30 pm ... I think I might go a few minutes after 5pm coz I don't want to arrive "too early, again"... thanks for the wishes.

nothing serious. I'm just off the medication for a moment and it's making me a bit anxious. but, as you said, it's not a rare phenomenon. I learned to live with it.

I'm gonna play me some Francoiz Breut. I'm in the mood for it (and, to be even more exact, it's the only CD that I've got here with me at work).

What is that's making you stressed?

glam rock rules

I hate my eyes.

yeah. much better now. had a lunch in chinese restaurant and it gave me a new twist. :)

by the way, it's such a great shiny day here today. I'm wearing shorts for the first time this year.

i would slay mercilessly to be in Greece right now. My memories from Rhodes are still vivid. That reminds me, I could have a sip of Ouzo tonight - I still have some in a bottle.

THREEPIO
The message, Artoo, the message.
Artoo whistles, and a beam of light projects from his domed head, creating a hologram of Luke on the floor. The image grows to over ten feet tall, and the young Jedi towers over the space gangsters.
LUKE
Greetings, Exalted One. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and friend to Captain Solo. I know that you are powerful, mighty Jabba, and that your anger with Solo must be equally powerful. I seek an audience with Your Greatness to bargain for Solo's life.
(Jabba's crowd laughs)
With your wisdom, I'm sure that we can work out an arrangement which will be mutually beneficial and enable us to avoid any unpleasant confrontation. As a token of my goodwill, I present to you a gift: these two droids.
Threepio is startled by this announcement.
THREEPIO
What did he say?
LUKE (Contd.)
...Both are hardworking and will serve you well.
THREEPIO
This can't be!
Artoo, you're playing the wrong message. Luke's hologram disappears. Jabba laughs while Bib speaks to him in Huttese.
JABBA
(in Huttese subtitled)
There will be no bargain.
THREEPIO
We're doomed.
JABBA
(in Huttese subtitled)
I will not give up my favorite decoration. I like Captain Solo where he is.
Jabba laughs hideously and looks toward an alcove beside the throne. Hanging high, flat against the wall, exactly as we saw him last, is a carbonized Han Solo.
THREEPIO
Artoo, look! Captain Solo. And he's still frozen in carbonite.
9. INT. DUNGEON CORRIDOR.
One of Jabba's Gamorrean guards marches Artoo and Threepio down a dank, shadowy passageway lined with holding cells. The cries of unspeakable creatures bounce off the cold stone walls. Occasionally a repulsive arm or tentacle grabs through the bars at the hapless droids. Artoo beeps pitifully.
THREEPIO
What could possibly have come over Master Luke. Is it something I did? He never expressed any unhappiness with my work. Oh! Oh! Hold it! Ohh!
A large tentacle wraps around Threepio's neck. He manages to break free, and they move on to a door at the end of the corridor.
10. INT. BOILER ROOM.
The door slides open, revealing a room filled with steam and noisy machinery. The guard motions them into the boiler room, where they are met by a tall, thin human-like robot named EV-9D9. Behind the robot can be seen a torture rack pulling the legs off a screaming baby work droid. A second power droid is upside down. As smoking branding irons are pressed into his feet, the stubby robot lets out an agonized electronic scream. Artoo and Threepio cringe as the guard grunts to EV-9D9.
EV-9D9
Ah, good. New acquisitions. You are a protocol droid, are you not?
THREEPIO
I am See-Threepio, human-cy...
EV-9D9
Yes or no will do.
THREEPIO
Oh. Well, yes.
EV-9D9
How many languages do you speak?
THREEPIO
I am fluent in over six million forms of communication, and can readily...
EV-9D9
Splendid! We have been without an interpreter since our master got angry with our last protocol droid and disintegrated him.
THREEPIO
Disintegrated?
EV-9D9
(to a Gamorrean guard)
Guard! This protocol droid might be useful. Fit him with a restraining bolt and take him back to His Excellency's main audience chamber.
The guard shoves Threepio toward the door.
THREEPIO
(disappearing)
Artoo, don't leave me! Ohhh!
Artoo lets out a plaintive cry as the door closes. Then he beeps angrily.
EV-9D9
You're a feisty little one, but you'll soon learn some respect. I have need for you on the master's Sail Barge. And I think you'll fit in nicely.
The poor work droid in the background lets out another tortured electronic scream.

I fucked myself over so badly.
Tomorrow I head to my cabin in the woods to live out the rest of my life.

what did you do, Emmah ?