Get Off My Frakkin Lawn!

We Out Of Meet

Dogs Eat Things
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Barry, You Mental Bastard

This is the house we lived in for most of the 1980s. When we lived there, there was no fence, the yard was grass with a little bed of tulips in the middle, and the house itself was much bigger - as was the rest of the town.

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Seems strange that Google would spend disk space on it.

Howard Sheppard, 30, of Deltona, FL, was shot in the left arm. How?

He picked up six rounds of ammunition and one of them discharged and struck him in the arm! No, wait. That's not true. What really happened was this: the ammunition was on a shelf and one of the bullets may have discharged because he threw a hammer and a string trimmer on the shelf. No, wait. that's not true either. What actually happened is this: he put the bullet in a vise clamp, put a metal punch on the primer and hit it with a hammer.

Yep, that'll do it.

We used to throw them at a the side of an old stone bridge. Very exciting, though we definitely lost more than we got to go off. And it's much safer than hitting them with a hammer, since there's a lot less chance they'll hit you if they do go off. Not very smart, true, but we were 11.

You'd think it wouldn't be hard to be smarter than a 5th grader - when it comes to bullets at least. But you'd be wrong!

Holy. Crap.

wingsuit base jumping from Ali on Vimeo.

Runnin' With The Songsmith

Pretty Loaded

Vampire Weekend, that is.

I resisted. I avoided. I read the reviews and scoffed. I previewed and proclaimed it derivative and half-assed. But the buzz would not go away. Finally I bought it. And now I can't stop playing it. Are there subliminal messages in it compelling me to like it, even though I shouldn't ?

A-Punk

Am I over-thinking this?

Side note: hypnotic vampires are nothing to laugh about.