Lite-Brite
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Oh yeah baby… I still gots it! (First Place Ontario Light-Brite Freestyle Championship 1989 BETCH!)
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Oh yeah baby… I still gots it! (First Place Ontario Light-Brite Freestyle Championship 1989 BETCH!)
http://www.vistabay.com/blog?p=3
Here it is folks. Drug usage isn’t going up. It’s going down.
Whats happening is this: more and more people are being busted… becaaaause the police are becoming more and more obtrusive and civil liberties are respected less and less. A higher percentage of users are getting arrested. Then those numbers are used to make frightening sounding “statistics” that in turn justify more cops. Then when you have more cops, guess what happens next…. thats right! More tickets! More fines! More money for the State and Local governments! In fact, thats why they write legislation with the express intent of it being broken. Its really an excuse to TAX us and call it “protection” We might as well be paying the fucking Cosa Nostra to not smash our windows. Because you know what? The fucking police aren’t protecting us from anything. They’re fucking TAX MEN. Fuck ’em!

Taxation Without Representation.
Well these drug statistics didn’t “blow my mind”
How about this: the people who made this, can just plain BLOW ME.
Next!
These women should get together and do a traveling show…
They can call it “The Cyndi Lauper Experience”
Sex it up a little ladies!
http://www.studiospooky.tv/Vertical/StudiospookyWebsite.html
You know when you’re bored and doodling on a piece of paper, and you get to that point where you feel like it’s time to stop?
Well this guy doesn’t.
Alright humans, I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath for me to finally unveil the finest chili yet conceived by man. I give you…

I call it that because it will answer a question on every Goth’s mind: What does a corpse fart smell like?
Special Equipment:
Ingredients
The amounts are static. Just get it close and it’ll come out fine. But if I may make one suggestion it’s to have your ingredients ready to go before you start. I tried to order them in the most logical way, but the truth is, there’s so many of ’em that it’s very easy to forget what’s next (even for someone as great as me)
ATTACK #1
ATTACK #2
ATTACK #3
ATTACK #4
Topping (shaken together in Tupperware)
Process:
This is some serious chili. It may be a bit spicy for people who can’t tolerate spicy food, but it isn’t friggin’ rite of passage hot. I actually like a little more heat than this, but I’ll tell you something: even if you don’t taste the heat, you’ll feel it smoldering in your stomach as soon as you swallow your first bite. In fact this is pretty much instant heart-burn. When in doubt throw a big gob of sour cream on top. T
hat’ll cool it down for your resident wimp.

So sit back and enjoy a hot bowl of Tricky’s Chili, and say “Good-bye” to any unwanted intestinal parasites, because they’ll be running out of you like they’re being chased by Jason Voorhees.
This is a visual representation of my Chili stalking intestinal parasites within your colon.
http://www.coverbrowser.com/covers/heavy-metal
This was my very first Heavy Metal mag. Oh yeah, I’ve been beating off to comics since waaay before it was cool.
http://www.sonnyradio.com/foodart.htm
I can only imagine that this is bear heaven. Ah what I wouldn’t do to sail that sea of salmon… maybe in a boat constructed of lime slices with gallant sails of dill…
You Too can Learn to Cook! All You Have to do is Really Believe!
||||||Here it is: About three years ago, I didn’t know how to fry a pork-chop without totally fucking it. And if I cracked an egg, it was into a hangover tonic. I lived on the “dollar menu”, Top Raman and Hooter’s wings. I had the typical bachelor fridge contents: Beer, baking soda, a few condiments and the ubiquitous container of Chinese food that was so rancid that it was just best not to be disturbed. Lets check the freezer… Ah! A half gallon bottle of Jameson Whiskey and some ice cubes. The cupboards contained my menagerie of exotic and frightening potted meats and aerosol cheese spreads.
||||||I started to feel foolish for not knowing how to cook anything. Being a good cook is manly; and here I am, I didn’t even know how to grill a steak, or even get a grill started. What kind of sorry milquetoast excuse for a man does that make me? So I bought a few cookbooks at some thrift stores and picked up a crock pot and started learning.
||||||There were a few terrible mistakes and a few good ones too. Every time I made a dish I make it better than I did the last time. I learned that it isn’t chemistry, and you don’t have to (and usually shouldn’t) follow the recipe to the letter. I also learned that baking bread IS chemistry and if you don’t pay attention to what you’re doing there, you’re really going to fuck some shit up. Eventually you get a sense for what you can get away with, and you’ll be able to do everything by eye.

||||||If I’ve never made a certain dish before, I take two or three different recipes for the same thing. I look them over and sort of graft them together. That way you aren’t missing anything. You’ll have a good idea of what you tolerances are for ingredients and cooking time/temperature. I’ll cook it and I’ll write down the what I did with the bastard recipe and (depending on how it comes out) what I should do the next time I make it. After I’ve made the dish a few times and I’m satisfied with it, I’ll write down the recipe in the back of my favorite cook book.
||||||I cook all of my own food now, and every day. And I’m very proud of the food I make. It takes a little effort, and some of my evenings totally revolve around preparing food, but it’s worth it, and as your skills go up so will the amount of fun you have!
God, I’m such a fag.