February 26, 2008
Pain Relief
Relieves sexual tension on application.
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Relieves sexual tension on application.
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It’s taken me a long time to get this young.
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It’s 3am. I just heard a series of loud beeps coming from my neighbor’s apartment as he screamed, “Come on! Goddamnit!” Then, complete silence. What the hell is going on in there?
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My neighbor accross the hall tapes this friendly note to UPS to his door every time he’s expecting a package. The blurred out part is his name and address, as if the delivery person didn’t already have this information.
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Microsoft reveals, yet again, why design is important. Their new icons released in Office 2008 for Mac have surprisingly gotten even worse. They already had the bubble-letter, glossy-glare thing going on. Why not add a white line around it?
Add all of this on top of Apple’s transparent and reflective dock and you end up with what look like really shiny (completely illegible) blobs of color. At least they stuck with the same color coding for their apps.
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Our combined answer to– the creationist idea that the ability to remove a part from a machine and render it useless proves that it is designed is like having a lego set, taking a few pieces away and saying that you can’t build anything with it. Yes, if you take the pieces away after it is already built, it won’t work the way it was supposed to. But, clearly the parts can add up to many different wholes.
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This is for real. This is actually happening. Are we this desperate? Have we become this over-medicated?
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there is a mosquito trapped in my car. I kept trying to smash him while I was driving, but the lights kept turning green too quickly. Trying to smash him while driving would only cause me to wreck and fit into his hungry plans.
He settled on the dash right in front of my steering wheel. Waiting, his needley proboscks\\\\\fuick frunk fuckit
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Perhaps for lack of talent?
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The epicenter of mediocrity,
The grand basin of tranquility,
The heartland prepares for harvest.
The dust, an empty carapace, lacking nutrients,
Twists and consumes to fill its void.
Dormancy: the trough of a sign wave.
Before greatness comes great mediocrity.
The land — locked in dormancy gathers strength,
Pressure that pushes plants and awakens New Madrid.
Another wave in the dust,
As contradictions run together,
Like a chain of S’s, incomplete infinities.
Corn and hops suck at a dry drink.
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