that other guy’s thoughts

This guy literally needs get the crap out of this country. I actually enjoy debate and think it’s a healthy thing, but I would literally jack this guy in the face for what he said.

Iraq lying? Nahhh…couldn’t be. Apparently 4,000 suicide bombers from 23 different Arab countries are ready to destroy the U.S. “invasion” force. Never mind the fact that their are only 22 arab “countries” I put countries in quotations, because one of these “countries” doesn’t actually exist. Hint: It starts with a “P” and ends with a “alenstine”

and we wonder why the inspectors failed the first time?

I think I’ve just found the hypocrytical paranoid piece of liberal crap on the face of the planet. You know it’s bad when ALL of hollywood thinks you’re too far left.

read carefully ’cause your probably not expecting
I’ve-got-no-real: legitimate items
Worthy-of-listing: among this week’s
Honors-so-instead: I’ll just belittle
Some-horrible-people: and some stupid
People-who-are-just: begging for it.

Sometimes it’s worth it you know, taking pie after pie to the face. All you can see, feel, predict is the next pie in a seemingly unendless line of intellectual lashings. When out of nowhere, somebody gives you a towel, takes you by the hand and says, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

And sometimes you just stand there hip-deep in pie, waiting for some semblence, some indication that this isn’t what you were meant for, that this isn’t your eternal doom. You’ve already stretched out your arms reaching out into the unknown, beyond ground zero testing grounds for the new pastry weapon technology, merely hoping for the towel.

KU –>Final Four (again)

Official Voicebox of TOG –>inoperable

Having to listen to old people recall the good old days and drunkards boast of their drunkness at 4 a.m. –>crappy

1 big assignment & 1 big test –>due tomorrow

Blinded by my intial success in predicting the winners of Page 2’s Wacky Bracket, my picks sucked canal water this round, with 1/2 of my Final Four picks being eliminated. Here’s the recap:

Wrong
(5) Simon Cowell over (13) Kelly Clarkson
(3) Ben Afflect over (6) Jacko’s Nose
(2) Britney Spears over (10) Halle Berry
(7) Jennie Finch over (2) Penthouse

Right
The other 12 match-ups

I promise to put more effort into my Sweet 16 game picks, and deliver you all the most accurate predictions on the face of the earth

Because even uber-geeks love their country, and spot crap when they see it.

Some rich old guy gave the AE department a bazillion dollars to totally renovate our existing airport facilities and build new ones, including a new 20-workstation computer lab. This is all well and good until TOG’s official el clase de diablo instructor gets a hold of the the plans and decides that we should definately go 100% wireless. Still doesn’t sound bad? How about if I told you that these 20 new computers will all be desktop computers? Still not getting it? The fact that these computers will remain in the same spot for the rest of their lives negates any possible advantage wireless may have. Still too dense? The wireless equipment for these computer would cost around $1500 more, run at 1/2 the speed at best, and be supceptable to interference.

If you still don’t understand, you are either A. old, B. dumb, or C. both

Round 1 of Page 2’s Wacky Bracket is complete, and all my Final Four teams are still in the hunt. You can check out the results here. Because I feel like it, here’s a recap of my first round predictions. I did rather well 28/32 so far in the tournament.

Wrong
(5) Simon Cowell over (12) Frenchie
(8) Jim Harrick Sr. over (9) Jim Harrick Jr.
(11) Robert De Niro over (6) David Beckham
(7) Pat Riley over (10) Steve Lavin

Right
The other 28 freaking match-ups

and now, my very own piece of “shock and awe”
Phrase-of-the-Week: the double duece!
Explective-of-the-Week: befuddle
Politician-of-the-Week: Ali Hassan al-Majid “Chemical Ali”
Triangle-Member-of-the-Week: Jon McGinnis
Obscure-Blog-of-the-Week: Blogdad

A new long bet is up for your voting pleasure. So go ahead, indulge yourself, I don’t mind.