These tortured souls can vaguely guess, lying in bed late at night, that even the lowest and most common working man or woman in America can, once a year, travel to Las Vegas and live a few days in luxury unknown to the grandest Caliph in the very flower of their history.
You’ve got to admit, if that were you— that would suck.
— Bill Quick, on StrengthAmazon.com home page: “Did You Know Amazon.com Sells NCAA Garden Gnomes?”
No, nor did I know that they sold matching Cheerleader Garden Gnomes.
News story from a parallel universe. The Guardian speculates that the World Bank has suppressed a report on the impact of biofuels on food prices, because:
Senior development sources believe the report, completed in April, has not been published to avoid embarrassing President George Bush.
Hell has a new overlord, and the torments of the damned tear at our ears.
Oh, wait, that’s just Koharu Kusumi’s new single. My bad. I always get her and Satan confused. It’s something about the eyes.
The next time you have Hitomi Yoshizawa strapped down for a fitting, please feed her!
[no picture; more and more frequently these days, she’s just bones wrapped in gaudy fabric]
You bastards.
You waited until the last possible moment, when Biyuuden is disbanded and two out of three members will likely never be seen again. For years, you’ve been dressing them in tinsel and tulle, mixing cowboy hats and bunny ears with taffeta and rhinestones, sparing them the ruffles only when they’re in lingerie, and now you let them get in front of a camera in actual clothing. You didn’t even dye their hair unnatural shades and staple bows to their heads!
Or is this why they seem happy to break up? Quick! Someone get word to Aya, before she gets eaten by tribbles!
[again]
Step 1: friend announces imminent arrival of his new M1911A1.
Step 2: J remembers how to open the safe, verifies operational status of contents.
Step 3: J searches the house for “supplies”, finds a surprising amount of the stuff squirreled away.
Step 4: J re-reads friend’s email, realizes he won’t have the damn thing for another day (California).
Step 5: J contemplates the revolutionary concept of multiple range trips in one week (just like the good old days…).
Apparently the competition was just too fierce in the adoring-little-sister cafe market, so Nagomi has gotten tough: it’s now a tsundere cafe.
(once the pretty-girl commercial is over, skip to about the 50-second mark)