agudja – n. a religious porn altar
nolode
nolode – v. to throw a bunch of tomatoes out of your car window at 80 mph
gustatasi
gustatasi – v. to throw a bunch of empty disc spindles into the recycling bin that is clearly marked for cans and bottles only
selada
selada – v. to wake up from a coma only to die
Bizarro Facebook #23044: Lucky Trucky
The owner of a fan page on Facebook for a local fast food joint’s breakfast burrito is currently having a meltdown. Instead of the page being about Breakfast Burritos, it is now about lifted Ford trucks, but still retains the Breakfast Burrito name.
Here are some select pieces observed that are worth preserving.
What would you rather drive?
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“We’re all Mexicans except for me.”
– The Normal Teenager
Extended “Birthday Song” Lyrics
Everyone knows the birthday song, and quite frankly it sucks. The only reason you want to sing it is to get to the fun part at the end where you just go on forever making up stupid shit.
I don’t know why you start singing about what’s on television, though.
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And many more, on Channel 4
And Scooby Doo, on Channel 2
And Frankenstein, on Channel 9
And a naked lady, on Channel 80
And you will be, on Channel 3
First the Worst
This is the version of the playground rhyme that I remember from my elementary school. There are obviously a lot of variations.
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First the worst
Second the best
Third the nerd
Fourth the one with the hairy chest
Fifth the bitch
Sixth the snitch
Seventh goes to heaven
Eighth goes naked
Dream #23037: The Chip Dream
I wrote this in 2002.
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I remember in a dream I had, that I was stuck somewhere listening to some guy who was talking about chips, and something about “maximum dipping power.”
He was explaining the measurements and junk about the chips and there was this other person saying “come on come on let’s go” to me, but I didn’t because I was interested.
Next I knew I was driving a car in a parking lot looking for a parking space.
Then I woke up.
Dream #23036: The Baseball Dream
I wrote this in 2002.
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I had a dream that I was the best pitcher on a baseball team, but I knew I wasn’t any good.
So this big championship game or something was there, but I didn’t get dressed, because when I put on my shoes, they caught on fire, then I put the fire out by blowing on it, but it relit, so I put it under the sink and it went out.
But it relit again and I just let it burn.
So the scene changed to the baseball game, and when I wasn’t there, they had a 2 foot tall 10 year old pitch for them instead.
They were losing pretty badly, when the assistant coach finally found me at home, and he said “we’re losing, you have to get dressed and play!” But I said, “no, I don’t want to get dressed!”
Then I woke up.
Dream #23034: The Moon Blew Up
I wrote this in 2002.
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I had a dream that I was out in the desert or something. The sand was red and there weren’t any trees, but big rocks every so often. There were a lot of people there, and there were a lot of houses. I wasn’t too far from my house. I looked up at the moon (which was very close). It was really hot, and the moon turned around pretty fast, and it looked the same except it had its own “red eye storm” like Jupiter. It’s kind of hard to describe. Anyway I pointed it out to my mom, and she said “that’s normal, they throw all our trash up there, you know?”
I thought “hmm, all that plastic up there is burning making it hot down here…” It seemed like it was raining fire from the moon. All of a sudden, it blew up. Everyone started screaming and went back inside their homes. After the moon rocks fell, I went over to my friends house, and there was my Grandma. She said his family wasn’t there because my friend was at the hospital. She pointed out the window shutters on the window, and said something about how cheap they were because a rock fell through. Then she disappeared.
Then it rained rocks again. Afterwards, I was crying and I turned on the TV. To get my mind off everything, I turned on the TV and watched cartoons, while there was another TV with the news on. It had a bunch of people talking about the moon blowing up, and how it was more horrible than September 11. The rocks fell again all of a sudden for the last time. I went outside to see what happened, and there were a lot of people on hospital beds, screaming because trash and rock shot into their body.
I woke up then. What a weird dream. I could barely describe it all. You should’ve dreamed it yourself…to truly understand.
3 Pennies
stimpyismyname had 3 pennies.
He told me that if I guessed which they’d all land on, I could keep the pennies.
If it didn’t land on what I guessed, I had to give him 3 pennies.
I guessed that they would all be tails, and when he tossed them on the ground, they were all tails, but he said I said all heads.
The bastard ended up taking the pennies.
Edgar Allen Poe SUCKS
I think I wrote this in 10th grade.
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Edgar Allen Poe SUCKS.
Very much so.
When I was writing this, I was sitting through my English class listening to a guy on a tape reading the story “The House of Usher” …which is complete and total crap! I hate how he writes his stories and poems.
The stories have too much description or something. There seems to be sentences within sentences within sentences, and it seems like they’re all fancy words put together to they make each other more fancy, and then there is no real story it seems.
Ooooh. The end of all his stories are so scary…you’re expected to get scared with “-she was dead,” like at the end of “The Oval Portrait”
Ooh. Scary. Dumb. “Never more?” Oooh. Scary.
Die.