I love me some George Carlin.
20 minutes-ish. Ranting. Swearing. Irrefutable logic. Click it. You know you want to.
20 minutes-ish. Ranting. Swearing. Irrefutable logic. Click it. You know you want to.
As your unoffical (and unpaid) PR person, I would reccomend that when you have a point to make, Mr. Cruise, that you do so in a manner that is not inflammatory.
“Are you really so arrogant as to believe we are alone in this universe?”
I can think of about 120 differenet ways that you could have phrased that so as not to sound like as much of an ass and one of them involves flogging the reporter with a stuffed salmon.
Here’s a heartwarming tale about the trimph of the human spirit. And fellatio.
This one’s mostly about poop and tarantulas.
Enjoy.
Realizing we don’t have a lot of sports fans reading this, but I thought this was just too funny. Wow.
From Gobot’s, the WoW’s and Torinaga’s direction especially.
No more single malt scotch!!!!!1!!!11!
DAMN YOU JOHNNIE WALKER!
One of my co-workers just recommended that we make use of a viable substitute, namely: Everclear, carmel colouring, and liquid smoke.
Meh, probably taste the same to me.
Or at least commentary on the most realistic.
At least Chickenjack may find this interesting.
This thing makes you feel really, really small. And then really, really big!
And then sort of queasy. No, wait. That’s probably just gas.
Why can’t I ever find a deal like that around here?
Oh, and here’s a follow up:
When I saw the clip the first time, it seemed odd. But now this makes perfect sense.
yea, he’s CRAZY!!