Also added the gallery plugin since my flickr account expired and I won’t be getting another one. It’s a good service but for $99 a year, they gotta be crazy. A lot of other options are available now, most of which are free, and do the same sort of thing. So in the coming weeks I’ll be adding the some photos back.

Other than that, the only thing new to report is there are Ads now on the site. I will be doing an on-going project (hopefully) to cover the things I attempt with internet marketing, so that’s been added too.

2009 Looks good from where I’m standing… See you all there.

The 28-year-old actor has a two year old daughter with former fiancee Michelle Williams — they separated in September, 2007. He plays The Joker in the upcoming Batman film, “The Dark Knight.”

According to NYPD a masseuse arrived at Ledger’s apartment and was let in by a housekeeper. When Ledger didn’t answer his bedroom door, the housekeeper and the masseuse opened it and found him unconscious. They attempted to wake him; when they couldn’t, they called 911.

We’re told when paramedics responded, the actor was in full cardiac arrest. They attempted to perform CPR on him, but were unsuccessful. He was pronounced dead at the scene.

-TMZ

More info: According to local news station WNBC, Ledger was found with pills strewn all around him.

He was a good actor and he will be missed.

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Gotta wonder what the life expectancy of one of these guys would be.

Ho. Ho. Ho.

By this guy here: http://www.jonlajoie.com/

These bananas just couldn’t deal with the stress of being a banana anymore and chose to kill themselves. If you have bananas at home, maybe you should sit down and talk to them, if a banana has a friend, that can make all the difference in the world.

Depending on your beliefs, these poor misguides bananas in this picture are either roasting in hell or roasting in the oven as banana bread…

Original image found here

1. Sometime I randomly get scenes flash in my head about harming people out of the blue. For example, I could be out having dinner with friends. I would be laughing and having fun but then I would look down and see my silverware and instantly I picture myself picking up a knife, fork, (or spoon), and stabbing some one with it in the face. So far I haven’t actually done it yet, so thats a good thing. But is it normal?

2. I chew my nails. I do it so much that sometimes they bleed a little. Normally I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I feel a twang o’ pain. Then I think to myself: ‘fuck!, stop biting your nails’. But five minutes later I’m chewin’ on em again. I guess I need to keep some gum handy at all times or something.

3. When seated at a restaurant, I need to sit in the seat where the least amount of people could sit behind me, and I prefer to face the door too. Every time I’m out, I have to take a second to make a mental note as to where my seat should be, and if I’m stuck sitting in the less optimal spot, it would bother the hell out of me the whole time I’m there.

4. I have a lot of lucid dreams. For those who might not know what that is, it’s when you know you’re dreaming. In the dreams I sometimes try to hold onto something to see if I’d have it still when I wake up. You know like in the old nightmare on elm st. movies. I know it will never happen, but how fucking great would it be to wake up with a stack of hundred dollar bills in your hand?

5. If I was in the wrong about something, I always feel the need to apologize to that person, if it’s something small or huge, it doesn’t matter. I won’t be able to forget about it until I make an effort to tell the person I was wrong.

6. On the flip side to #5, if some one wrongs me and doesn’t apologize then I tend to go into revenge mode and will do what I can to ‘get even’ with them even if it takes a long long time. I know this isn’t a good thing but eh, whatever.

7. Sometimes I annoy the wife on purpose just to see how far I can take it before she is ready to kill me. This is also much more fun in public places. For example I refer you to the ‘I Might me Jesus Story‘. (love ya babe.)

8. I go out of my way to avoid killing anything and don’t like it when people make it a point to kill something. Like if a spider crawled across my desk, I might find a way to pick it up and move it somewhere else so it doesn’t crawl on (or bite) me, but I don’t think it’s fucking fair to just squash it and I hate it when people do that. There are two points I’d like to make here to go along with this:
A. This does not apply to roaches because #6 applies here, you see when I was a kid we lived with roaches and they would get into our food, which I consider a wrong doing on their behalf and since no roach has had the guts to stand up and apologize to me for that, then I am compelled to smush what ever guts they may have inside them on what ever surface, they may be crawling on at the time I see them.
B. Not killing things is good as it is directly opposed to my apparent violent impulses that I mentioned in #1. So perhaps I won’t ‘accidentally’ ever kill someone someday.

9. I want to be rich then give all my money away to poor people, save for enough to leave my family well off. But first I gotta find a way to get rich before I pick some random homeless guy ( a real homeless guy, not one of those fake homeless guys who claim that that ‘will work for food.’ No real homeless guys have signs like that! They say stuff like “Give me money for beer, please.”) and I would write him a $50,000 check. But now that I think about it… it might be fun to dress up in a suit, rent a limo, and cruise around the city with a camera guy, then stop random poor people on the street and write out a fake check to them for a large sum of money while filming their reactions. In fact, this might just be the perfect way for me to get rich! Hmmm. It is quite possible Satan himself may have been one of my ancestors.

10. Don’t tell anyone but I secretly dress up in women’s clothing and parade around the house singing Christina Aguilera songs…. O.K. so I’m kidding about that but I do like to say randomly dumb shit out of the blue that people aren’t expecting just so they might have a “What the fuck?” moment.

So that’s that. Now I got to pick ten random suckers to tag:
1. My Wifey – well, because… she’s my wife?
2. Jess – She likes to write so this should get her away from the damn survey spam.
3. BeerCrazyJen – Because I can’t wait to see this ‘10 list’
4. Hannah – A good bloggin’ buddy.
5. Everyone – Man fuck this, I don’t feel like picking people anymore. I’m just posting a bulletin instead.

Enjoy the video.

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Oh yeah, skull fuckers, that was NSFW… oops

“Hey There Delilah”
by John Cheese

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Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like to have big titties?
Everytime I fuck your asshole, I imagine Conway Twitty, yes I do.
I fantasize that you’re a dude…
One who’s tattooed.

Hey there, Delilah, don’t you worry about my dicklessness.
I’m just an emo fag,
I’d fuck your younger brother shitless.
Yes I would.
I jack off to “Boys in the Hood.”
I yank it good.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me.
What dudes do to me.

Hey there, Delilah, my Tom Jones is gettin’ hard.
Just two more beers, and I’ll work up the nerve to go down on that tard;
I’ll take it all.
I’ll ride his tard junk, balls and all.
Unhinge my jaw.

Hey there, Delilah, I’m not sayin’ that I’m gay,
but if you put a cock in front of me, I’d rub it on my face – I’d grab the shaft…
And slowly work it up my ass.
Then hunch it fast.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me.

A thousand goths and one cigar – I know that dream sounds so bizaare.
I cut myself to make it go away.
Our friends would all make fun of us, but fuck those bitchass douchebag cunts.
They’ll pay their debts in blood this very day…
Delilah, I can promise you that once I prove that you’re a Jew,
I’ll baptize all your family in flame… and you’re to blame.

Hey there, Delilah, don’t you worry about protection.
You have all the cops you want, I’ll still add you to my collection – yes I will.
Your shrieks of pain will be so shrill.
Half of you will end up in a land fill.
I’ll wear your skin – call myself Jill.
It will be ill.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
What dudes do to me

Source:http://www.juvenilecomedy.com/delilah.htm

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You wanna see a card trick? No, really. It’s a story. Move over. Go ahead, move over. I’m gonna tell you a story…”

…about Joe… and the bartender…

Bartender says:
“You know, business has been slow, Joe. I was wondering if you could get four buddies to drink at my bar. I’ll give you 2 bucks.”

Joe goes, “I could use money.”

So Joe goes out.
(Cut the cards. Cut the cards. I’ll cut them for you.)

So Joe goes out. And Joe’s gone five. He’s gone 10. He’s gone 15. He’s gone 20. He’s gone 26 minutes.

And he comes back huffing and puffing and says: “Here’s your four guys to drink at your bar.”

Bartender goes, “There’s 2 bucks.”

They’re sitting there talking. Bartender goes, “These four guys are lonely. Go get four girls to drink with the four guys. I’ll give you 2 more bucks.”

Joe goes, “That’s easy. I got lots of girlfriends.”

So Joe goes out.
(Cut the cards. Go ahead. That’s right. Okay. I’ll do it.)

So Joe goes out. And Joe’s gone five. He’s gone 10. He’s gone 15. He’s gone 17 minutes.

And comes back huffing and puffing. He says, “There’s your four girls to drink with the four guys.”

Bartender says, “There’s 2 bucks.

But Joe, It took you so long to get the girls, the guys left. So do me one last favor. Go get four more guys, two cases of Ace high whiskey……change for two 20s. I’ll give you 2 more bucks. Last time I send you out.”

Joe goes, “Sure, but I’m sick of going out. I don’t wanna go out anymore.”

(So cut the cards. Go ahead. Okay. I’ll cut them again.)

So Joe goes out, and this time, Joe hurries back. He’s gone five. He’s gone 10. He’s gone 15 minutes.

And he comes back and says: “Alright Mr. Bartender, There’s your four drinking buddies…

…your two cases of of Ace High whiskey…

…and your change for Two 20’s”

And the Bartender goes, “Great Joe. There’s $2. Thanks.”

They’re just sitting around the bar, talking. Bartender goes, “Are you a family man, Joe?”

Joe goes, “I Sure am. I’ve got seven kids… 4 Boys, 3 Girls.”

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And the Bartender goes, “I got seven kids, 3 Boys, 4 Girls!”

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That’s great, Joe. How old are you, Joe?”

“Well, I’m 67…”

“…My wife, she says she’s 55…”

She’s really 65.”

“That’s great. Joe, are you a gambling man?”

“I sure am. I play at the 96 Club…”

“…on 42nd Street…”

“…The other night I won $499…”

“…My partner had a full house, Aces over Eights…”

“…Which usually wins…but I said…. ‘Not this time, sucker… I got a straight flush.’ ”