August 14th, 2003

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From phreaky:
Safety Tips for the Post-Nuclear Existence

Tip #1: How to tell when you are dead.

  1. Little things start bothering you: little things like worms, bugs,
    ants.
  2. Something is missing in your personal relationships.
  3. Your dog becomes overly affectionate.
  4. You have a hard time getting a waiter.
  5. Exotic birds flock around you.
  6. People ignore you at parties.
  7. You have a hard time getting up in the morning.
  8. You no longer get off on cocaine.

Damn, I must be almost dead, as I have all those symptoms except 5 and 8!
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One big issues I have with Arnold becoming governer....

My guess he will crack down on medical marijauna.

Arnold got his political start with the Reagan's, encouraging kids to workout, and went further to work hand in hand with D.A.R.E. (Nancy Reagan's pet project), and encouraged afterschool programs to keep kids off of drugs. While I agree, kids should not be on drugs, any more than they should be drinking or smoking, I can't help but wonder if his stong anti-drug stance and the zeal with which he persued such things will lead him to disreguard voters descisions on Medical Marijauna.
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And people think I have no life...

It's so mean, but I still couldn't help but laugh. I'm going to hell, aren't I?

When facing the terrible secret of space, always bring protection.

Own Rebecca Romijn-Stamos's boobs!! Or Arnold's chest. (He can't be elected! See, he has no heart!!!)

Dreams or nightmares, you decide.

Why just have wrongness on the net, when you can wear it around town? Is there any better way to scream, "Please, dear god, I never want to have sex!" than to wear those shirts?

Oh yes, I am going straight to hell.

jwz has got to be one of the most humorous techie/night club owner out there.
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Have you ever had to really pee. I mean REALLY peee. Like your bladder muscles have been asked to fill in for the Hoover Dam? And there is a flood coming down the Colorado River? Then you start peeing, and a wave of relief washes over you, but you are still going at a steady stream. And the stream keeps going. Then you begin to think, "Damn, that's a lot of liquid, I wonder how much is would take to have the toilet flush on it's own." You begin to think people are going to start missing you. And you are still going, wishing someone was listening so they would be impressed with your "staying power." Buy this time, you are sure people have given you up for lost, and taken your seat. And the stream goes on. You begin to ponder if this is what really happened to Rip Van Winkle, and he was just too polite to tell the real story. And finally, you are squeezing out the last couple spurts. And was the glow of relief begins to fade, and you reach to flush, you are suddenly really disapointed you couldn't make the toilet flush on it's own? Yeah, I thought so.