Something I threw together for my pal Sammy...
Full disclosure seeing as I know some of you get your under-thingies uncomfortably repositioned:
Yesterday I was ripping some cuts from a couple of mid-1980's R.E.M. CDs (I know...I suck), and noticed this little spy looking cat on the CD label.
I thought, "That's kinda cool. I should be able to do something nefarious with that."
So...I plopped the CD down on my scanner and stole the spy dude and manipulated him for my own use.
Now you know my methods and can do it yourself.
Maybe.
I'm sure Michael Stipe and IRS Records won't mind...
Hell yes.
From 2007...
Lynn St. James offered many motivating words of encouragement to today's youth and girls about racing and life in general.
She
talked about how cool it was to drive racers because nobody judges you
on your looks since nobody can see your appearance when you are all
suited up in safety gear.
Then, things took an ugly turn when
Lynn St. James talked about noted NASCAR driver Kurt Busch and how he
"got his ears pinned back" by having some plastic surgery to improve his
appearance.
I don't think that kind of comment is really necessary, Lynn.
It was mean.
Don't hate.
Feel free to offer up some other text suggestions in the comments.
I'll see what I can whip together.
If one tries really hard, one can almost hear the clip being ejected.
Maybe.
Inspired by and with apologies to the late great Chris LeDoux...
Somehow, I don't think he'd mind, and would be pleased...
Now...I freely admit I stole a buncha these graphic elements from various places on the innerwebs and enhanced them and glued them together and added some text, so I don't need any of you cunty sonsa-bitches telling me I didn't get permission from Marlboro or from some other far-flung unknown asshole.
Fuck them, and fuck you, and fuck the federal scumbags in Nevada.
To everyone else...how is your day going?
This is one of the intardnets memes floating around that looks cool and professional. The "cool and professional" part is your clue to know that I had nothing to do with it.
Check it out. It is chock full of useful and probably mostly accurate information.
Yes. It's cute and all, but, personally speaking, I'm sick and fucking tired of the bullshit legalese mumbo jumbo.
It is exhausting.
It's like the constantly changing rules and regulations I must deal with in order to drive a commercial vehicle and make a living.
One (of the many) rule books is the size of the New York City phone directory.
Who the fuck is gonna read all that?
Who the fuck is gonna remember all that?
Who the fuck is gonna understand all that?
Most importantly....who the fuck cares?
Ain't nobody got time for dat.
I'm a big boy. I am responsible. I know what I need to do. I know when I'm sleepy. I know if my equipment needs repair.
I don't need a government stooge to insert himself into my day to instruct me how to live my life or do my job or to tell me where I'm fucking up.
This party needs to get started.
I'm getting grouchy.
The only meme you'll ever need...
