July 2010
3 posts
Me: "what is that beat coming from?"
ipomoea:
… oh, no biggie. Just Josh, playing World of Warcraft and listening to Groove Armada. I don’t even, you guys.
I can’t help that you’re hella jealous.
June 2010
1 post
May 2010
3 posts
Good things about a friend working from home
ipomoea:
You can go spend the afternoon reading on her couch and chugging Diet Coke while manhandling her kitties.
Oh, you said KITTIES. I misread that.
April 2010
2 posts
Third cup of coffee
ipomoea:
I MAY HAVE MADE A MISTAKE.
RIDE THE SNAKE.
March 2010
5 posts
Staten Island Historians Piece Together Genealogy... →
For Jessica.
February 2010
15 posts
Fuck it
ipomoea:
diggabug:
ipomoea:
We’ll name our son Sarvis and our daughter Le-a.
No, I’m thinking they’ll be named Portnoy and Hodge-Podge.
What about Hawk and Mowgli— they’re totally non-gendered.
I am pro Mowgli, but anti Hawk. How about Mowgli, and Bunsen Honeydew?
Fuck it
ipomoea:
We’ll name our son Sarvis and our daughter Le-a.
No, I’m thinking they’ll be named Portnoy and Hodge-Podge.
Bierenschauer:
ipomoea:
To drink a cold beer (or more) while taking a hot shower.
Ex: “I had a great run, now I’m going to bierenschauer and go to bed.”
This is fucking magical. I’m talking two unicorns having sex on rainbow with leprechaun lubricant magical.
I’m going to try to use this more. We’ll see how that works out.
January 2010
1 post
November 2009
7 posts
Like Hell I'm Going To Let Some Black President... →
ipomoea:
I think what I hate most about the hardcore scene (beyond their desire to “fuck the man” who is also the man who makes their shitty beer, the guitars they write anti-establishment songs on, and signs their paychecks or trust funds), is that it seems to be peopled mostly by hetero white guys from the suburbs. These guys are already more privileged than I (or a lot of the world) will...
catsforgold.com →
http://www.cracked.com/video_18103_the-web-sites.ht... →
Sometimes these guys are hilarious.
The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down
The rain rain rain came down down down In rushing, rising riv’lets, ‘Til the river crept out of it’s bed And crept right into Piglet’s! Poor Piglet, he was frightened, With quite a rightful fright. And so, in desperation A message he did write. He placed it in a bottle And it floated out of sight. And the rain rain rain came down down down So Piglet started...