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Give away free shit until unsuspecting newbies follow the flock and are willing to pay for the aforementioned shit.

Opera is an excellent browser, but they committed a self-fulfilling prophecy by charging thirty dollars right out the stable gates, just to use the full-featured version – without free upgrades. Against Mozilla/Firefox/Thunderbird/Camino/Safari and the uber-crappy, yet preinstalled Internut Explorer, who would actually pay to use a damn fine browser?

Apparently, I did shell out the thirty bucks a year ago, for a now-obsolete version of Opera. Now, I am just thrilled to download the newest version for free. Lemme tell ya, it seriously rocks. I would freaking marry this browser if it gave good head. Bygones.

Yet I digress. The trend from giving away free shit until one can provide a paid service is a slippery slope indeed. The Wordpress blogging platform is climbing that path steadily, and rumours are that Mozilla is peeking in that direction as well. Let us wish these open-source successes well, but oh please, let them not digress into Typepadesque Hell.

Why on Earth would a company continue lowering prices to exponentially increase its market share, if that company didn’t possess the technological capacity to provide satisfactory service to its customers? The Typepad service isn’t really that spiffy, and it lacks so many features that even its so-called inferior Movable Type blogging platform provides right out of the box. Typepad is severely limited in its spam-control, design, storage, and backup procedures. Of course, I never knew this until I left Typepad, and now the blogodihexiweb is my vegetarian oyster. At any rate, I’m quite pleased with Wordpress, so I think I’ll marry it as well – after I move to Utah and become a Mormon.

UPDATE: Beth has a suggestion for Typepad Trackbacks – ya know, since they generally don’t work.

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It just isn’t coming today, folks.

It’s not just me, either.

I picked up the wee child and she asked if we could go to Sonic. When I drove through, I placed her order: One kid’s meal: hamburger – ketchup and mustard only, tater tots, and grape slush.

After we drove off, we discovered she received tater tots, grape slush, and a hambuger bun with ketchup and mustard only. There was no meat.

Go figure.

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Years ago when Sweet One was three she wanted to be Tigger for Halloween. That was easy. I found an orange costume with black stripes and a huge Tigger mask and we were set.

Sweet One’s father was (and is) a tall guy, about six feet, two inches tall with a goatee.

Back then we lived next door to a couple who were great friends of ours. The husband neighbor was (and is) as tall as Sweet One’s father and also sported a beard. The neighbors were black and when husband and neighbor stood next to one another they looked like light and dark twins. Their stature, features, and size were so very similar.

This particular halloween my job was to take Sweet One up and down the streets of the neighborhood to ‘trick or treat.’ The husband’s job was to man the fort and hand out candy. The neighbor wife was not feeling well. All the lights at their house were turned off and she sent neighbor husband to our house with a bucket of candy to hand out.

When Sweet One and I returned home she joined the guys in the handing out of treats.

It was classic.

Whenever the door bell rang these poor children were greeted with not one, but two giants and a small Sweet One standing between them with an arm wrapped around each of their thighs. They appeared for all the world as a “perfect couple” with a young child.

For months after that whenever I ran into neighbors while I walked/jogged around and told them which house was mine, I was greeted with strange smiles. One lady came right and told me she thought two “gentlemen” lived in that house with an adopted child.

It’s a pity I don’t have a scanner…

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Pre-pubescent tits are nature’s way of telling us that a girl is almost ready to get knocked up like the dirty cunt that is carrying her dad’s bastard baby, but this post isn’t about 12 year old boobies or bastard babies, it’s about the fact that this girl has a higher t-count (that’s testosterone, motherfucker) meaning not only is her clit going to be the size of a 2 year old’s penis when she is older, but also that I am build like a woman. The doctor claims that’s the reason I can’t get hard and they have shots to fix that shit, but I got too much pride to admit I am estrogen filled. I guess the interesting thing about all this is that in a few years this girl will be eating pussy, wearing leather vests and shaving her head while lookin for donor sperm to get her bitch knocked up so that they can live a normal lesbian life with a normal lesbian baby, just like Rosie O’Donnel did. Take this shit in, this is what a bull dyke looks like at 12. Can I get sued for this shit? Not if I say cuddles. CUDDLES.

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I know what marriage is all about and shit’s not like it is in the movies. You are not retarded in love and on E all the time, that shit’s for the movies and for pussy whipped motherfuckers who eventually crack under pressure. So the media fucks up the world by tell us how things should be, making us all think how shit we are in comparisson, and spend a life time trying to mimic that shit. I am not cynical, I will just tell you that it never happens.

I do everything I can to do the opposite of the shit she would read in romance novels if she wasn’t too lazy to read, the opposite of what happens on soap operas which she watches everyday cuz bitch is on disability and sits on her ass all day, opposite of every romanctic comedy where the couple is all cuddles and smiles all the disgusting time, all in effort to get my wife to stand up, sit in her mobilette (that’s a government funded motor scooter for fat people), and drive the fuck away.

Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddie “I’m Mexican” Prinze seem to be feelin’ the way I’m feeling. A little “What the fuck did I do, and why do I have to wake up to your cunt face everyday”. Let’s hope they get divorced, their careers fall to shit, bitch develops a crack addiction and ends up working the strip club circuit. Not because I want to fuck her, but because I like other people’s misery, and rock bottom just makes my life feel a little more tolerable.

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There are girls out there who always need a boyfriend. The bitches hate themselves so fucking much that the need to constant affection that only comes from another man. Whenever they are single, their lives go to shit, they turn to partying and one night stands, that are usually unprotected because condoms are for pussies, and realistically, once you are in a relationship you only raw dog making its pretty easy to raw dog random men you pick up when drunk. So you end up with AIDS or herpes, and it’s always a headache finding a dude with herpes to fill your gaping baby hole and dude’s with AIDS are usually homo. Point of all this is to say that Paris always has a bf, despite the fact that she fucks like a lesbian pretending to like dick, we all know this from her video.

Either way, here are some pics of her and some billionaire heir at a pool all cuddling and shit. I always thought greek guys were into fucking little boys up the ass, I guess they see that little boys in Paris’ dirty asshole.

Rumor on the street is that Da Werd is Jesus, discuss.

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I am not so into laughing, I find it annoying and making people laugh may be something that happens every once in a while, when people aren’t too disgusted with what I say and that is fine. I’d rather you laugh than me. If you are wondering where I am going with this, it’s just that one thing that always makes me laugh is when I look at a couple and imagine how they fuck. In this case it’s Avril and Sum 41. They are both Canadian so you can only assume they fuck like eskimos, but I am really more into knowing what her pussy smells like, does bitch maintain the bush, does she take it up the ass, does he take it up the ass and does he cums all over her face saying things like “I own you bitch”. The reason this makes me laugh, is cuz what happens behind closed doors is always way more entertaining than they shit they let us see, photograph and post on the internet. We will never know what makes Avril cum, but we do know that you haven’t cum with anyone but maybe a buddy watching porn on a friday night after a long game of Warcraft or whatever you losers who live in your mom’s basement while never getting pussy play….that’s my story.

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ORGLE INDEED.

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Notice: All comments will now be moderated and will be posted only upon approval by Chrissy or myself. Obviously, your brilliance will shine through at our nearest opportunity, but some people just don’t deserve to have a voice – at least on this blog.

On the record – We don’t cater to minority viewpoints, particularly if they are insulting to either of the Doublemint Twins who share this home. If I’m speaking to your recent actions, then get a clue and go play elsewhere.

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Police say something bad was bound to happen when a butcher knife, the movie “Halloween” and a group of drinking men came together at a Rogers motel room.

Not surprising…

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Yet another example money does not buy class.

However, it does lead to an interesting discussion of where is the most interesting place YOU or someone you know have actually done the dirty…

On an aside, I notice under the byline of that article it is written by Jack Ryan. Didn’t Clancy write about him?

Okay, so I’m having a stream of consciousness day…it’s working for me.

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It was the best of times.

And for Chicago’s Ozzie Guillen, it was apparently also the worst of times. The element of surprise leaves something to be desired in this allegedly spontaneous celebratory kiss. I remain firmly convinced that either Geralso Rivera or (more likely) Shep Smith had something to do with the jury-rigging of this photo op.

Ya just can’t let the boys win once in a century, can ya, Fox News?