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Did the SA goons have something to do - even minutely - with Palin resigning?

Something Awful photoshops contribute to Palin resignation
“much of it had to do with the kids seeing their baby brother Trig mocked by some pretty mean-spirited adults recently.” 

There are some damn funny ones there, but I’m really pissed off that they closed the thread before I posted mine.

GRATS SA GOONS!

Oh, also: “the world needs more “Trigs”, not fewer.”
Wait. Did she just say we need more retarded kids in the world?  Because I swear that’s what she just said.

Sisters of Mercy shirt of the Friday:

So much for weekly updates…. HA!

But I had a pretty good reason - Friday June 5th was my first “automatic DMV endorsement” motorcycle class! Whee!

Saturday was cold & raining all day.  Riding motorcycles for five hours in the rain was pretty yay, but there was no relief for me until I got home because, of course, the top is off my Jeep and I’m too stubborn to put it back on. Hmph.  I did get 100% on the written test though & had a chance to kinda dry out during the classroom portion.

One bad thing: I missed Peter Murphy in concert because I was so wiped out from class.

Welcome to Reno, Nevada - June 6th, 2009.

I learned that my shitty little scooter gloves were NOT adequate hand protection after my fingers started going numb and went and blew $40 on a nice pair of leather cycle gauntlets.  Which meant that the next day was beautiful and sunny!

I realize now that I should have taken a few pictures of my class, but my camera was in my Jeep, blah blah blah.  I should have at least gotten a shot of my awesome as shit instructor, Ed.  He has great tattoos and is a Subgenius!  Woot!  I’m gonna go back & say hi when I get my bike, so maybe I’ll get a pic then.

Sunday we rode & drilled for about four hours & then took our skills evaluation. Even though I totally fucked up the “box”, I passed and got my DMV card!  And learned that I LOATHE Honda Nighthawks.  There was a Rebel in the training bikes, but there was another girl in class who was only 5′6″ so she got to ride that one. But Ed let me ride the Rebel around after class and I’ve decided I want one.  Even though EVERYONE is telling me “Get a bigger bike”, I want a god damn Rebel, god damn it.

Monday morning I was at the DMV at 7:15a.  Evidently they changed the hours to open at 8a instead of 7:30a. Dis.

I was first in line though.

And they came out around 7:45a to prep everyone for easy processing.

So I now have a class M endorsement!  Go me!

Now I just need to buy me a Rebel.

Here are the past 4 Friday t-shirts:

HAN SHOT FIRST!

Another Nick Cave

Coil, bitches

Watchmen stolen from Rick’s closet

Oh yeah, this amuses me to no end:

Get it?   Probably not.  No one gets my jokes.

Some D&D discussion with Dave:

3:18 PM Xenobia:
Who is playing in Hoop 2?

3:18 PM Skarfist:
Ya know, I’ve got Rich D’s son X playin’ with us now

3:18 PM Skarfist:
He’s 19! Can you believe it?

3:18 PM Xenobia:
I saw Rich’s pictures!
We’re so old

3:18 PM Skarfist:
Man. We’re gettin’ old

3:19 PM Xenobia:
LOL
HA!

3:19 PM Skarfist:
lol

Anyway… there’s an update!

I’m also kinda pissed that not enough people signed up for our WoW guild attempt at “The Immortal” achievement, but that’s another nerd story for another nerd day.

Here’s Galen’s awesome idea from the facebook:

1. Start with “Left 4 Dead”

2. Replace all weapons with slapping attacks

3. Replace all zombie models with half naked women, nuns, and policemen

4. Replace writing-on-wall textures with terrible puns and one-liners

5. Replace music with “Yakety Sax”

Result: Benny Hill, The Video Game

I seriously just spammed messaged that to everyone I play L4D with on the steam.

Today started out as a bandanna day because I really needed to have muh hurr did.

Ahhhh!  Robert does a great hurr!

Then we had Carrows and went to the headshop where I got some awesome hip scarves and incense.

Oh yeah. Is it just me, or is this kind of disturbing?

The coolest thing though?  My Lip Service denim motorcycle jacket came today!

Phear my mutant neck and myspace lips!

It’s a good thing the jacket came because I got transferred into the motorcycle class NEXT weekend instead of at the end of the month!  YAY!  It should be nice for summer riding since it’s a denim body with thick t-shirt material sleeves.  It also has a hood.

Now I am nomming delicious pizza and going to go see what’s going on in the World of Warcraft

W00T!

Three for three!  Maybe this weekly p-blog thing will work.

Okay, so after that dinner with Autumn, Fox and Deidre where EVERYONE was wearing some Dresden Dolls clothing except me…  I had to go and buy me a Dresden dolls t-shirt. Baaaaaah.

I think it’s the same one Fox has.  It’s all metallic & purdy.

Oh yeah…

Top’s off, bitches!

(Which is kind of a mixed thing since we had a nice afternoon rainstorm today as I was driving home.  Wet ass is fun!)

Yeah, so everyone knows Galen’s retarded and joined the Army and got sent to Iraq.

But do you know what that has DONE to him?

To my sweet fetishy-fashiony-bookwormish friend?

***DISCLAIMER***

What follows might be disturbing.

First, here’s the Galen crotch shot.

Hot, huh?

Then, hot off the facebook chat, we have THIS:

L.M.
<3 <3 <3 <3

Galen
holla
whatcha up 2?

L.M.
I had a dream that you got a sexy asian girlfriend. She was kinda dumb, but really hot - so I approved.

Galen
I would too… if ya see her again let her know I am in Iraq

L.M.
And wait.
Did you just say “holla”?

Galen
yeah
;)

L.M.
More proof the military makes you stupid
You’re gonna be coming back all drinking mountain dew & smoking marlboro reds

Galen
it gets boring here
ummm… well moutain dew is a check alrady

L.M.
Then you’ll be all like “Lisa, let’s go see some NASCAR”
And I’ll be all like

Galen
naw strippers for me
while watching Nascar
and smoking
there we go

L.M.
And it will be all like blonde boobjob strippers instead of kinky bondage strippers
And I’ll be all like

Galen
never… don’t insult me that way
always will be kinky bondage strippers
maybe even furry kinky bondage strippers
take that

L.M.
ew 

Okay, maybe it’s not THAT bad.

I LOVE YOU, GALEN!

And ladies, this stud is SINGLE!  Email me for an application to date him!
(Never dare me, fucker.)

Rode the scoot to work today in my ROFLcopter t-shirt.

Doug took muh peecture!

Here’s the ROFLcopter shirt close up.

One of my coworkers called me a nerd when I told her what it was.

 Also… NAXX DOWN IN TWO NIGHTS!  Unf.  LoC rules.

Okay.

In the list of THINGS THAT DO NOT HAVE TO BE DONE:
A remake of Red Dawn.

Why?

When I was fourteen we would go see that movie everyday.
No, seriously. My mom would make us go to work with her that summer - no idea why, she’s insane - and we’d walk to the movie theater and see Red Dawn.  Every. Day.

Well, for like the two weeks that it ran.  LOL.

I think it had a big part in shaping my post-apocalyptic fantasies.

It was perfect the way it was for the time it was.  It does not need a remake, damn it!

My WoW guild warlord ruined my night with that news last night.  Ass.

It was kinda cool though, because evidently he felt the same way about the movie. After hearing that he also had a 14-year-old’s plan for the Russian invasion, I realized I probably would have let him know the location of my secret base if I knew him when we were kids.

Oh yeah.

I bought this:

BEEP BEEP!

Well, actually it’s more like Beeeeaaaa*cough*uhuhuheeep…

Because it’s a little piece.

But I love it and will nurse it back to as much health as a cheap little chinese scooter can have!
Kinda like having a VW bug.
See, I’ve already turned into a scootertaur.

I swear my legs are there somewhere.

So, I’m a sucker for the non-combat pets in WoW.  Yeah yeah, those who know me probably could’ve figured that one out, huh?

Word is that Mountain Dew (drink of redneck champions!) is giving away a WoW pet during some stupid “game fuel” promotion they’re having.

Dunno what you have to do besides sign up, but here’s my referral link so I can get points in case that’s how you get the pet:

CLICK THIS HERE MOTHER FUCKER AND SIGN UP SO I GET MY DAMN PET!