Take this quiz!
Try this krazy kwestion kwiz so I can steal your identity because it’s hilarious! LOL!
Your spy name: Take the word “Agent” and add the first 3 digits of your social security number to the end. (Feel free to also add your CC verification code to make it even more awesome!)
Your movie star name: Take your middle name and then add your mother’s maiden name to the end of it.
Your robot name: Alternate your initials and the middle digits of your social security. (Think C3P0!) You can make this even funner by adding your birth year at the end to give it that retro sci-fi feel.
Your porn star name: Take the name of the street that you live on, add the last 4 numbers of your SSN, your 5 most recent passwords, and your first pet’s name. Is that right on or what??
How was your drive to work this morning?
I might like my own blog! You think?
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This is a recording of Barack Obama saying, “You ain’t my bitch, nigga! Buy your own damn fries!”
Apparently there are some choice phrases quoted in Dreams From My Father. Obama did the audiobook, and so there are now clips of him saying these things, including, also:
“Sure you can have my number, baby!”
“There are white folks, and then there are ignorant motherfuckers like you.”“You know that guy ain’t shit. Sorry-ass motherfucker ain’t got nothing on me.”
And, perhaps best of all, “So what happens when we go out to a party with some sistahs, huh? What happens? I tell you what happens: Blam! They on us like there’s no tomorrow. High school chicks, university chicks, it don’t matter!”
From the Boston Phoenix, with many thanks to ephemeron
The very best way to pay tribute to Lux Interior is to watch this video of The Cramps playing a mental hospital in the early 1980s.
The Cramps: Live at Napa State Mental Hospital finally became the next DVD in my Netflix queue (after being in there for months) on the day Lux died. Now I fear it’s “expected availability” will go from “Very Long Wait” to “Veeeeeery Long Wait.” </whitepunkwhine>
Cutest self defense video ever.
My kids will ask me one day “Dad, what were you doing on January 20th 2009 when everything changed…”
