But you can rip off a man’s leg and beat him with it, apparently.
Okay, granted, it was a prosthetic.
But you can rip off a man’s leg and beat him with it, apparently.
Okay, granted, it was a prosthetic.
You have to give it to this guy.
On the one hand, I’m appalled that his friends let him go. <"William, no!" "I won't deny my musical destiny!"> On the other, I’m touched by the fact that he went on the show, gave his best, and just did it.
How many other people can say that?
Besides, the Berkeley crowd seems to dig him.
Now all that remains is for FOX to use him up until all that’s left is a dessicated husk of a human being.
A guy walks into a bar. . .
Bartender: What can I get ya?
Guy: I’ll just have a beer.
Bartender: Sure thing.
Guy: Oh, offhand. . .
Bartender: Yes?
Guy: do you know how to remove a shark from one’s leg?
It’s funny, because it’s true.
I was going to post this yesterday, in a “Hey, it’s Monday, so here’s some ways to burn some of your employer’s money.” sort of way. But now it’s Tuesday, so we’re all hideously efficient and working overtime.
Right. It’s a website with a lot of flash minigames. The art style is slick, vaguely Japanese in that “Sanrio” sort of way. A lot of gradients and pastels. Have fun!
Read the first sentence of possibly the most complete Terms of Service agreement ever. Try reading it out loud, the amusement quotient goes up almost exponentially. I think I got lightheaded about the third line in.