Veal is Dead Baby Cow

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Jinglebug Fuckface and the Dingleberries.

Stone cold fuck nuts.

That is all.

--J

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posted by Josh @ 9:17 AM 0 comments

WE LIVE!!!!!

We were gone. Now we're not. heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee

posted by Josh @ 2:31 PM 0 comments

Mmmmm....

Sushi is the only food in the world that makes me feel that good.

posted by Josh @ 10:18 AM 0 comments

Chapter One

OUCH.
There's nothing like waking up and not knowing where you are. The last thing Rob could remember, he had driven down to the beach to try to clear his head. He and Liz had gotten into a fight (money, or something) and instead of starting to yell and say things that he'd regret later, he figured it was easier to just get out. She knew he'd come back when he cooled off. At least, that was his intention.
OUCH!
He realized he had a headache that could stop an elephant dead in its tracks. When he reached up to feel the sore spot on the back of his head, he noticed that there wasn't a bump. Or any discernible point of impact. Or hair.
What?!?
Now he was getting nervous.
What happened to me? Where am I, and why can't I see anything?
He'd been lying on his back, so he tried to sit up. His head only came up about six inches before hitting solid metal. He collapsed back on the (floor?) and put his palms up to the obstacle above him. It was smooth, and extremely cold. He started feeling around with his hands and feet, and quickly realized he was in a box about the size of a coffin.
Time to panic! he thought. He could feel his heart starting to race, which only made things worse in his head. He felt himself starting to thrash around in the box, and when his bare legs came in contact with the cold top of the box (coffin?!?!) he realized he wasn't wearing anything at all.
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODWHERETHEHELL..cough..cough...his scream was cut off by a violent coughing fit. His throat was scratchy and dry, as if he hadn't had a drink in days.
After his fit subsided, he started trying to calm himself down. He knew he had to let himself relax enough to get a grip on his mind. As a young boy, Rob's father had often talked to him about quieting his mind...if there was ever a time in his life he needed to do that, he figured now was that time.
Once he calmed down, the throbbing pain started to die down in his head. He had to focus on his situation; he started listening to see if he could hear any sounds outside. Nothing. His hands had been resting on his stomach; now he laid them palms down on the bottom of the box, and made a scratching motion with his fingernails. He immediately noticed two things; he could hear the sound of his nails scratching against material (denim?), and the bottom of the box was noticeably warmer than the top.
After a little exploring, he could picture in his mind what the inside of the box looked like. The bottom and sides were covered in a material that seemed to be slightly padded and had a pattern of sorts stitched into it. The top was a smooth, flat metal surface (and PAINFULLY cold he thought). Still, he had no idea where he was, or how he got there.
Who would do this to me? Why?

Stay Tuned

posted by Josh @ 9:06 PM 0 comments

Pop vomit

Shhh......its a secret......


Mel Gibson
Paris Hilton
Justin Timberlake
Britney Spears
Fidel Castro
Martha Stewart
Elvis
Tommy Lee
Kevin Costner
Lance Bass
Regis Philbin
Jamie Foxx
Colin Farrell
Ben Stiller
Snoop Dogg
Vince Vaughn
Owen Wilson
Luke Wilson
Will Farrell
Danny Glover
Chris Tucker
Jackie CHan
Robert Di Nero
Quentin Tarantino
Kevin Smith
Bono

GOOGLE, LINK ME NOW!!!!!!

posted by Josh @ 7:55 PM 0 comments

Seis grados de...

Antonio Banderas

¡Ningún engaño!

posted by Josh @ 10:17 PM 0 comments

Sexy Back

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy,
and I don't think this mind fits me,
the man in the corner's speakin' all lispy,
and I believe his wisdom cause his breathe's all minty.

Fresh, like Peppermint laced cyanide,
When you smell it your eyes grow wide,
Before you go to lie down and die,
Excuse yourself to go kiss that guy.

Living like Hendrix,
Smellin' like incense,
Quoting Kevin and Quentin, with poetic license,
Their dialogue is a catalog,
Gets us through the bog,
And by the way, that rhymes with "dog".

I'm trudging through the stack
of books and thoughts by Kerouac,
But y'all can count on one fact,
Like JT I'm bringing Sexy Back.

posted by Josh @ 4:54 PM 0 comments