Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

When you go to the gym, wear deoderant. I don’t care if you wear anti-perspirant or not; that’s a personal choice. You must wear deoderant, and enough of it so that you don’t smell when I’m on the machine next to you.

Likewise, the towels are there for your convenience. If you have a towel sitting right there next to you, use it. It is not acceptable to clear your head of sweat by shaking it so that the sweat splatters all over the machine you’re on.

I don’t speak the language, so I’m not sure what’s going on, but there are a lot of pictures of a yap dog in little kimonos on this page.
The magic pill? It’s an appetite suppressant, makes you tan, enhances your libido, and prevents pimples. I wonder what the drawback is going to be.
Pay someone to violently kidnap you, just for grins.
Rikki Rocket from the hair band Poison likes to paint toilet seats when he stays in hotels.

They must be listening.

Today I got a bubble jet printer, a blender, a pedometer with calorie counter, a shopvac, and a memory stick module for a Sony camera.

I’m… beside myself with glee?

Going through the Blog HotOrNot blogs, I saw some really nice, striking templates that are probably a hell of a lot more bandwidth friendly than this one is. A new look for this blog is coming soon. I can smell something working.

More proof that Time Warner Cable sucks giant Canadian moose wang.
Osama dead? You decide.
Osama alive? You decide.