Sunday, November 18, 2007

Anybody home?


Echoes down the corridor
Where laughter once reigned,
Now only Silence and
The Screams.
The Screams of Silence.
Cacophony of Doom.

Yet hope stirs,
Burst from the brain's loins.
Dick jokes abound,
Hypno-cats shit everywhere,
Brattle smells still like butthole.
Cock-ophony of Doom.

Revive and be merry,
For now we must move

Beyond the Dome.
This is the way the blog lives,
This is the way the blog lives,
This is the way the blog lives,
Not with a bang but a Gibson.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Who is the real William J. Donovan?

Quite frankly I'm done with the old William J. Donovan. When will the real William J. Donovan rise from the ashes to reclaim his former glory?

Donovan was born in Buffalo, New York, attending St. Joseph's Collegiate Institute and Niagara University before starring on the football field at Columbia University, On the field, he got the nickname that he would earn over and over again in a long and eventful life: "Wild Bill". Donovan was also a member of Phi Kappa Psi Fraternity. He graduated in 1905.

Donovan was a member of the New York City "Establishment," a powerful Wall Street lawyer and a Columbia Law School classmate (1908) (but credited to 1907) of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, although they were not close at the time.

In 1912, Donovan formed and led a troop of cavalry of the New York State Militia, that in 1916 served on the U.S.-Mexico border in the Pancho Villa campaign.

During World War I, Donovan organized and led a battalion of the United States Army, the 165th Regiment of the 42nd Division, the federalized designation of the famed 69th New York Volunteers, (the "Fighting 69th"), on the battlefield in France. As a lieutenant colonel, he was awarded the Medal of Honor, the highest American award for valor, for leading a successful assault, despite serious wounds. By the end of the war he was a full colonel and his other awards included the Distinguished Service Cross, the second highest award, and three Purple Hearts In those wars.

After the war, he was the U.S. Attorney for the Western District of New York, famous for his energetic enforcement of Prohibition. He ran unsuccessfully as a Republican for Governor of New York in 1932 and was soundly defeated by Democrat Herbert H. Lehman. President Calvin Coolidge named him to the Justice Department's Antitrust Division.

After the start of World War II, President Franklin Roosevelt began to put the United States on a war footing. On the recommendation of Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox, Roosevelt gave Donovan a number of increasingly important assignments, trusting him absolutely until Roosevelt's death in 1945, even though they were political opponents — Roosevelt was a Democrat and Donovan a lifelong Republican.

In 1940 and 1941 he served as an emissary and information gatherer for Knox and President Roosevelt, traveling to Britain and parts of Europe that were not under Nazi control.

In June 1941, Donovan received what would be his most important assignment: Roosevelt named him Coordinator of Information (COI). This made him the first overall chief of the United States Intelligence community, which at the time was fragmented into Army, Navy, FBI, State Department, and other interests. The FBI retained its independence, and control of intelligence in South America, at the insistence of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover.

It was Donovan who crucially organised the COI's New York headquarters in Room 3603 of Rockefeller Center in October, 1941 and asked Allen Dulles to head it; the offices Dulles took over had been the location of the operations of Britain's MI6.

In 1942, the COI became the OSS and Donovan was returned to active duty in his World War I rank of colonel (by war's end, he would be promoted to major general). The OSS was responsible for espionage and sabotage in Europe and in parts of Asia. The OSS was kept out of South America by Hoover's hostility to Donovan, and out of the Philippines by the antipathy of Douglas MacArthur.

For many years, the exploits of the OSS remained secret, but in the 1970s and 1980s, significant parts of the OSS history were declassified, making Donovan a household name to a new generation.

After Roosevelt's death, Donovan's political position, which depended on his personal connection to the President, was substantially weakened. He argued forcefully for the retention of the OSS in the years after the war, but President Harry S. Truman was not interested (although the subsequent formation of the CIA did generally follow a related proposal initiated by Donovan).

After the war, Donovan reverted to his lifelong role as a lawyer to perform one last duty: he served as special assistant to chief prosecutor Telford Taylor at the Nuremberg War Crimes Tribunal.

There, he had the personal satisfaction of seeing Nazi leaders responsible for the torture and murder of captured OSS agents brought to justice. For his WWII service, Donovan received the Distinguished Service Medal, the highest award the United States military gives for service (rather than valor). He also received an honorary British knighthood.

At the conclusion of the trial, he returned to Wall Street where his firm, Donovan, Leisure, Newton and Irvine, was a powerhouse. He remained always available to the postwar Presidents who needed his counsel — or his intelligence management experience.

In 1949, he became chairman of the newly-founded American Committee on United Europe, which worked to counter the new Communist threat to Europe by promoting European political unity.

Donovan's son, David Rumsey Donovan, was a naval officer who served with distinction in WWII. His grandson William James Donovan served as an enlisted soldier in Vietnam.

Donovan died on February 8, 1959, at Walter Reed Army Medical Center, in Washington, D.C. at the age of 76, and is buried in Section 2 of Arlington National Cemetery.

President Dwight D. Eisenhower referred to him as "the Last Hero," which later became the title of a biography of him. After his death, Donovan was awarded the Freedom Award of the International Rescue Committee (not, as some biographies state, the "Medal of Freedom," a different award).

The law firm he founded, Donovan, Leisure, Newton & Irvine was dissolved in 1998.

General Donovan is a member of the Military Intelligence Hall of Fame.

Medals and Honors

Medal of Honor
Distinguished Service Cross
Distinguished Service Medal with 1 Oak Leaf Cluster
Purple Heart with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters
National Security Medal
Mexican Service Medal
Mexican Border Service Medal
World War I Victory Medal with 5 Battle Clasps
Army of Occupation of Germany Medal
American Defense Service Medal
American Campaign Medal
Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal with Arrowhead and 2 Bronze Service Stars
European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with Arrowheads, 2 Silver Service Stars, and 2 Bronze Service Stars
World War II Victory Medal
Armed Forces Reserve Medal with one ten-year hourglass device
Foreign Awards
Légion d'Honneur (France) (WWI)
Commandant de la Légion d'Honneur (France) (WWII)
Croix de Guerre with Palm and Silver Star (France) (WWI)
Knight Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire
Lateran Medal (Vatican)
Order of St. Sylvester (Vatican)
Grand Officer of the Order of Léopold of Belgium with Palm
Czechoslovakian War Cross (1939)
Grand Officer of the Order of Orange Nassau (Netherlands)

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Keep it alive

Sunday, July 15, 2007


Wednesday, June 27, 2007

What do you guys do at computer jobs all day?

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Me 'scusy!

Excuse me, if we're going to talk about any album in Sugar Ray's illustrious discography can we please talk about 14:59? Fly is a good song, but not worth it if you get the radio edited version without raggae legend Supercat. Now -- If it's no good without the guest star element, is it in fact a good song?

The lyrics are enjoyable, but become instantly classic when accompanied by "hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya high!," and "Lord 'ave mercy!". Perhaps most memorably in this classic is when Mark McGrath poses the question to Supercat "Who knows how long I've loved you?" Supercat, unabashed, replies, "It's like ten!"


Wihtout Supercat, though, the song is only fun '90's pop. It's like "Tubthumpin'" without English accents. It's still a good song, but lacking that little groin pumping "oomph".

But 14:59 is an album of beautifully composed ballads, jams, and playful melodies. A "Brandenburg Variations" for a new era. Let's talk about that. Let's quote that. Let's give the Sugar Ray discography the thought it deserves. Let's transcend our conception of music.

Let's love 14:59.

Monday, June 18, 2007


All around the world statues crumble for me
who knows how long I've loved you
everywhere I go people stop and they see
twenty-five years old my mother God rest her soul
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
dance a little stranger, show me where you've been
love can make you hostage wanna do it again
there's no time to think about the starting or the end
we'll find out I'm told, my mother she told me so
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just want to fly- [x2]
all around the world, statues crumble for me
who knows how long I've loved you
everyone I know has been so good to me
twenty-five years old, my mother God rest her soul
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just want to fly- [x2]

Friday, June 15, 2007


The Aquabats got a kids show finally. It's coming in the fall of 2007 to Nick jr.

To the gumshot who eat jelly-bread. You will pay.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

woah buddy


Tuesday, June 12, 2007

THUNDERBLOG! how I've neglected thee

Unfortunately, my job at work does not allow me regular access to the internets, which limits my thunderblogging capabilities. But fear not! I am a little buzzed right now, which means I am able to spout ad nauseum about the little things which kick around my head on a daily basis. Today, that happened to be the subject of kids who study abroad.

I think studying abroad is an awesome idea. College is probably the only chance many people would ever get to experience another culture for any extended period of time, and I respect that. What aggravates the living bejesus out of me is how people who are in another country feel the absolute need to tell their acquaintances back home about how they are "having to remind themselves that they're actually in ROME!!! OMG!"

Facebook, AIM, no matter the medium, study abroad kids are obsessed with informing the people who they've left behind about what a great experience they're missing back home. Yea, awesome dude! I know staying in suburban England has totally changed your life, I mean... the people here are so real, not like back in the States, man! I've been told that yanks in England will get drunk and all of a sudden realize they have English accents! OMG, dude, I just got totally absorbed in the local culture that I feel like I've become part of it, bro.

Just because you've spent thousands of your parents' dollars to get wasted in some sheltered American college campus.... Europe...

...doesn't mean you're not the same old douchebag getting wasted on a sheltered American college campus. Go somewhere and do something fucking worthwhile; teach, work, learn in a place that makes you suffer, makes you change, makes you poor, makes you become something you couldn't be in Central New Jersey.

Most of all, stay off of the fucking facebook when you're in the middle of a life-altering experience, the world continues to spin while you're gone, and we've been doing just fine without you, you self-centered brats.


On a mountain of skulls, in a castle of pain, I shat on a plastic box of blood! What was will be! What is will be no more! Now is the season of evil!

Friday, June 8, 2007



Thursday, May 24, 2007







Sunday, May 13, 2007

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Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Joe requested this be posted:

josehunder (5:33:33 PM): are you still in ITS?
BillyD717 (5:33:40 PM): maybe
josehunder(5:33:48 PM): is sera still there?
BillyD717(5:33:51 PM): maybe
josehunder(5:34:24 PM): question 3: could you tell her I made her some tortellini
josehunder(5:34:34 PM): question 4: how are you bill?
BillyD717(5:34:43 PM): answer3: maybe
BillyD717(5:35:08 PM): answer 4: maybe
BillyD717(5:35:23 PM): maybe says ok, thanks
josehunder(5:35:30 PM): question 5: why are we here?
BillyD717(5:35:59 PM): to get laid?
josehunder(5:36:11 PM): no thats "how did we get here"
BillyD717(5:36:48 PM): maybe
josehunder(5:36:53 PM): gaybe
BillyD717(5:37:07 PM): bzzzzzzz
josehunder(5:37:23 PM): question 6: I had a multivitamin this morning
BillyD717(5:37:32 PM): that is a statement
josehunder(5:37:41 PM): question 7: is this a statement?
josehunder(5:37:59 PM): statement 1: do you like pokeman?
BillyD717(5:38:02 PM): answer8: refer to answer 6
BillyD717(5:38:23 PM): answer 1: refer to answer 6
josehunder(5:39:33 PM): question 8: if you got into a fight with some bees would you win keep in mind the bees have laser guided missiles
BillyD717(5:39:41 PM): answer1: cont. I don't know what a pokeman is but if it's 1/2 the coolness of a pokemon i may like it
BillyD717(5:40:21 PM): question 9: how big are the missile, bee sized?
josehunder(5:40:30 PM): yes
josehunder(5:40:43 PM): keep in mind bees also have the power of flight
josehunder(5:40:51 PM): you are ground based
josehunder(5:40:55 PM): and naked too
BillyD717(5:41:09 PM): exclamation 1: NAKED!

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Treatise on the Colloquial Nomenclature of North American Urban Centers

I was navigating the vastness of the Wikipedian hinterland today, I discovered an interesting phenomenon concerning urban nomenclature. It seems that the actual importance of any given American city is inversely proportionate to the quantity and pretentiousness of the nicknames it gives itself. Let me explain:

Common nicknames for Philadelphia: City of Brotherly Love, Philly, The Cradle of Liberty, The Place That Loves You Back, The Quaker City, Illadelph, The Birthplace of America, The Cradle of the Nation

Common nicknames for Boston: The Hub of the Universe, The Cradle of Liberty, City on the Hill, Athens of America

Common nicknames for New York City: The Big Apple, Gotham

Common nicknames for Washington, DC: The District, DC

Everyone with some knowledge of American geopolitics knows that Boston and Philadelphia are, for all intents and purposes, utterly irrelevant. I'm fairly confident that the world would get alone just fine if a seeing-eye Tsunami wiped them away like a garden hose pointed at a shit-stain on a locker room floor. These cities are aware of this, and they have endowed themselves with numerous pompous nicknames to maintain some semblance of civic pride. Boston is an especially interesting example here; the stench of douche that constantly envelops the city is already apparent in "The Hub of the Universe" and "Athens of America".

To Bostonians I ask... Which fucking universe are you the 'Hub' of? It certainly isn't the one the rest of us occupy. Also is "Athens of America" meant suggest that Boston is the center of American child molestation? Probably.

Both cities also claim to be "The Cradle of Liberty." Philly actually has some credibility here, what with both Continental Congrii and a little placemat I like to call the Constitution having been written there. Boston is "the Cradle of Liberty" because... well... they were the ones drunk enough to actually start shooting redcoats in '75 when everyone else was relaxing, sippin on juice boxes or some shit.

In essence, the colonial family alcoholic, Boston, got itself all liquored up one night and started a bar brawl that lead to the foundation of modern world democracy.

But I digress...

New York and Washington are well aware of the fact that they are, in fact, places that people care about. Washington's two are just derivations of its name, which is cool, DC is a business-oriented town. New York has only a few nicknames, and they're all badass. No one actually knows the origin of "the Big Apple", and it doesn't make any fucking sense, but its as much a part of the city as the pee smell and the Statue of Liberty.

Friday, May 4, 2007


Do you like:

a. pokeman?
b. a lot?
c. yes?


Thursday, May 3, 2007

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

hey! do this!

hey my sister entered a contest for small apartment layouts.. and her apartment was selected to be in the finals where people can vote whether they like it or not. so do her a favor and vote, if she wins she gets 2500 bucks at some furniture place.


you have to sign up to vote... no big thang

This goes out to BillyD

kitten bungholes

As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader
in order to succeed I had to slow my speed up
didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva
-Sean C. Carter

The world is a large and complex place, filled with douchebags and frat boys of all colors, creeds, and socio-economic stations.

Socio-economic is one of those buzzwords that history majors use to cover up for the fact that they can't read, write, or do anything other than regurgitate 5 pages of utter bullshit once a week.

Here are some other space-filling lame-o words that form part of a history major's suck-fu:

1. identities
2. dichotomy
3. engendered
4. deconstructing
5. imafuckingidiot
6. synergize

The problem with being a history major is that nearly all of the assignments are designed to be so devoid of imagination or creativity that they all come across as gray lumps of uninteresting shit.

Par Example:

You know how when you leave one of those free local newspapers in the driveway for a few weeks, and it stats to literally dissolve into the pavement? That drooping pile of soggy mush, as nature starts to reclaim its constituent parts, is comparable to the average quality of writing in the TCNJ History Department. History majors can write the most bland and lifeless jumble of nothing and still get an A because he/she met all the requirements in the prompt.

I love history, I hate being a history major. Most professors and students in the history department can eat a bowl of dicks.

this movie defines every thought i have ever had... and is the number one reason to go to oregon... fuck go anywhere. just go for yourself and no one else, where coffee isn't needed to get your ass up at 6am every fucking day to go to a job that you hate, that pays for all the stupid crap that fills your house that is too big, and the suv in your driveway that sucks 75 dollars worth of gas a week. don't fall in that trap friends live your life.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Thoughts for next week

Here is what I would like to do next week becuase I have the entire thing off:

- Hang out
- Drink
- Kill some ass
- Go ice skating
- Go to the beach
- Hang out
- Do my project
- Do your mom
- Do your sister
- Do your mom again
- Drink
- Play croquet

Monday, April 30, 2007

<3 cops <3

Joe Cap (Autoreply)
5:18 PM

1998- a bunch of losers shoot up columbine high school; cops aren't there in time to stop 13 murders

2006- john fiocco gets thrown in a dumpster; the cops are stumped

2007- Chiang-kai shek blows away 30 college kids in Virginia; the cops don't get there in time to stop it


Thursday, April 26, 2007

Your Vacation is Our Life

Beach kids feel no pain, and if they do, a case of Corona can always cure that. They move with the tide and have no worries. Beach kids at the Jersey Shore have always known that life is just one big party at their hands." -Asbury Park Press

..::*~JShore 07~*::..

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Weng Weng

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Damn Super Drunk!

I don't know if you kiddies know about a little game called Bubble Bobble. Well it was a fine game that was introduced on the NES platform. As many games of this era the concept was fairly simple and yet very addicting. Well after 100 very simple levels you reach a boss. This is my reason for posting. I would just like to state that I think this is one of the hardest boss fights in the known gaming world! Some of you may have witnessed me trying to take on this colossal opponent in ITS, and fail repeatedly. I think the hardest part of this fight is that you can get hit twice during the fight and if you do you have to jump to get more lightning. While this is the case for you he requires 60 hits!! What the hell. Well I suppose that is the gist of it, thanks for listening.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Count to 25 in Afrikaans!

1 = een
2 = twee
3 = hate
4 = vier
5 = vyf
6 = oppress
7 = blacks
8 = agt
9 = nazis
10 = tien

* 11 = elf
* 12 = apartheid
* 13 = dertien
* 14 = titties
* 15 = vyftien
* 16 = sestien
* 17 = sewentien
* 18 = racism
* 19 = neëntien

20 = twintig

* 25 = vyf-en-twintig

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Captain Jack ventures into Pete's room:

Scary Ass Landlord!

Death in the Thunderdome Community

I have the misfortune of reporting to you that two of our Thunderdome community have left us. My mice Flo-Jo and George died yesterday. Cause of death was probably diarrhea brought on by too many fresh greens. Ironically, Jangles, the one named for the mouse in the Green Mile who died and then had life blown back into him, looked to be headed the way of our two fallen comrades, but resurged and looks like she'll make it. It's like there was my very own enormous black man in my room who blew life black into Jangles.

The funeral took place behind the VFW. There was marsh grass, an open field, geese, and a groundhog -- it was very beautiful. May Michael Clarke Duncan look over them...behind the VFW...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


thunderfights, vol. 2 and 3

Star Trekkin'

In season 2 of TOS, Spock gives up abject happiness in order to live up to his Vulcan heritage. He spends the rest of his life pretty miserable, but keeps his logic intact and is pretty awesome. McCoy does just about the same thing in season 3. He gives up a bangin' high priestess and life on a beautiful lush planet because he has a duty to the crew. Now my question is, should happiness be the only thing we look for in life? Or is limiting ourselves to abject happiness missing out on a lot of other good stuff? Which is a better philosophy: the Vulcan or the Hedonist?

Welcome to the Thunderdome, bitch

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

I call for more Endertoons

this blog is begining to lack in the Endertoons department

oh God! what is that?

Charlie -oh God! what is that?
Unicorn #1- It's a magical neoplauradon... it's going to tell us the way to candy mountain.
Charlie- uhh you guys know there actually isn't a candy mountain right?
Unicorn #1- Shun the non-believer...
unicorn #2- shunnnnnnnnn
Unicorn #1- shunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnna
charlie- right.
magical neoplauradon- mehmehrahmeh
Unicorn #2- it has spoken
Unicorn #1- it has told us the wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....

Monday, April 16, 2007

Pro-crass, tin nation

I'ma make a list like Joe and Billy do:

Things that are Lame-o:

1. Too much of good things.
I bought a butt load of pork roll at Shop-rite because it was on sale, and for the second day in a row I had a PEC for breakfast. Yesterday's was good, but today's was mediocre, despite equal sammich making care. Why? Probably because I have post-nasal drip. Too much of a good thing gives you post nasal drip.

2. Achy necks.
My neck hurts and it makes me feel sick. It also gives me post-nasal drip. Achy necks make any movement hurt, including typing whingey blog posts. Even the slight "drip-drip" of post nasal drip hurts. Waaaaaah...

3. Profit

Things That Aren't Lame-o:

1. Too much of bad things.
You start to see hilarity in everything when things ain't all sunshine and rainbows. Like Mark Twain says, "There's no humor in heaven." and like I say, "Bill Donovan has an itchy butt."

2. Nappin'.
There's nothing better in life than sweet mini-death in the middle of the day. Orgasm means little death in french. Coincidence? (ernt)

3. Profit

your mom is hot

Other remarkable accidents, incidents, hints, and allegations at this weekends festivities:

- Billy putting his hand in my t-shirt pocket and exclaiming how hard my nipples were.
- Billy telling the whole party about said nipples.
- Billy getting pwned by the Absinto and puking in the sink.
- Pete shooting the pukey sink with a hose, then proclaiming it clean because "Bill only had chicken tonight."
- Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity. (bone digger bone digger)
- Yours truly almost breaking my neck during window re-entry from the roof.

Its funny how when you're very drunk how one seems to tackle problems with great aggression but in a very short sighted manner. A normal person would realize that the window is small, so I need to enter it somewhat awkwardly and carefully to make sure I land feet first. When I was on the roof, however, things worked differently. It was raining and I was getting wet. The window was there... brightly lit and wide open. My embattled mind knew that something must be done in order to remove my body from the wet outside into the warmth and light of the kitchen. I made a snap decision that the chances for my re-entry were improved if I straightened my self out horizontally, like an elven arrow. Would there be anyone in the way if I launched back in? How would I land safely inside? This is not a part of the drunk thought process. I simply wanted to be inside, and I was going to make that happen as soon as possible. "Besides," I told myself, "If I make this everyone inside will know what a bad ass I am." With that I launched into the light.....

...I think Pete and Sera were there to catch me or else I'd be in the hospital with a fractured skull.

Saturday night is all right for a blog

Here are some of the things I liked about the party on Saturday:

1. Pete saying "Boner Jaaaams '03" at a rate of almost 1 per minute.
2. Pete climbing out onto the roof in the rain and peeing off the side.
3. Pete telling people his life story on the front porch starting with "FIRST I PEED ON THE DOCTOR, THATS WHY THEY NAMED ME PETER!"
4. When Laura was laughing too much, Pete moved to shush her by putting one hand on top of her head and another underneath her jaw and squeezing them together, so as to force her mouth closed.
5. Pete prank called himself and left a voicemail of him screaming "BONER JAMS! '03!"
6. Pete stole Joe Moore's hat.

(to be continued)

Sunday, April 15, 2007


What the fuck, come on guys I need to get my laugh on. Start posting again! If the rapid fire blogging doesn't start back up again soon, then we will be doomed to a failed attempt at a blog. So lets get this pumping again before this shit gets blinked out of memory faster then a one hit wonder.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Bored on campus

The First step in making my dream a reality

So here it is, I have finally made a base model for the shirt design i eventually plan to make a reality. I would love some critiques I am still unsure about certain parts. I like the font on the back it's called terminal and it looks like something from the game, I suppose the front could be cleaned up some, and yet it looks kinda cool. The Colors: maybe you like them, maybe you don't let me know!! WOOOOO, I love it!

data head

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

sweet jumpin' jesus

dead sexy

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


"Peace? There can be no peace..."

World Peace starts at 'dome.

ewww that's kinda gross... you know because he's drinking piss and everything

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Notice how the Microsoft Paint pictures retain their vibrant, delicious color quality. Microsoft Paint > Photoshop

Vote Greg For Dino-Prez

Bill Donovan seems to think that Dinosaurs and the healthy transmission of information thereof are unimportant in today's Thunderdome. Bill Donovan wants to keep information about Dinosaurs from the public. Why? He's trying to hide something...On Thunderdome election day, Vote Greg for President of Dinosaur Education.

Pete McGrath vs. The Industrialization and Urbanization of the Pacific Northwest in the Context of Oregon's Recent Liberalization of UGB Constraints

Here are some things I do not like:

1. Bob Dylan (wampa wampa wooo....Beedenyooooo!)
2. Dylan Thomas (so gloomy)
3. Sour Cream and Dill Potato Chips (total horseshit)
4. Matt Dillon (looks like an ape, you me and dupree sucked)
5. The town of Dillon, South Carolina (fuck the south)

Here are some things I like:

1. Chef Paul Dillon (Let's Cook!)
2. Patriots Running Back Corey Dillon (the 'Dillonator')
3. The town of Dillon, Colorado (before the goddamned yuppies took over)
4. Dillon State Park, Ohio (July 11-15 Boat Races!)
5. A dill pickle (really brings the sandwich together)

Mahatma Gandhi was once asked what he thought about western civilization. His response was:

"I think it would be a good idea."

Gandhi was a total dickhead. I bet he's never even been in a Hollister, lol. That store is sick. Way sicker than Abercrombe... I heard that in order to work there, you have to look down on black people. LOL! I also heard that if you buy a polo shirt from them, they'll automatically throw in the 8-year-old Cambodian boy who made it, free of charge! That's so chill, brahh.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Self Portait

Burt Reynolds. 'Nuff said. Or Buff said.

Van Heusen Wrinkle Free Stain Shield

This is your doctor. I have your pregnancy report here and guess what: you got knocked up. You should probably get out of news. This is Dr. Chim. Dr. Chim Richalds. I'm a professional doctor. You saw me. You don't remember. We - you should move. you should get out the business.

Good Steamy Fun

The picture lost some of it's quality for no reason(i.e. discoloration of the poopy grammar), but you get the point. This a corollary to my earlier comment under Claytron5000 pic labeled vulgarity.


I have just one thing to say


just playing out the string at this point

Eagle Twenty! Fox One!

Eagle One! Fox Two!

Eagle One! Fox Three!

Champagne of Beers for the King of Kings

Anonymous Man: "Hey Bridget, what's up."
Bridget: "Oh you know, just basking in the golden light of His Svestly Radiance, Pete McGrath."
Anonymous Man: "Yeah, do you see how his feathered locks glimmer in the twilight? And how his cheeks glow faintly of fireflies and nuclear fusion? Kind of reminds me of the dawn of man. Like, the way, when he puts on that crappy sweatshirt, he's trans--"
Bridget: "Transformed! Yeah--I know what you mean. Nice bone structure, dude. High five!"
Anonymous Man: "We've been waiting for you. Go ahead, Pete, have a Miller High Life. It's the Champagne of Beers."

one more thing (unrelated to dino porn)

beware of downloading any nbc shows - they've got people checking bit torrent somehow. jimbo claytron was recently busted by nbc for downloading the office. just a heads up.

1st Ever Thunderdome Caption/Coloring Contest!

similar to aforementioned contest, but now include your very own caption!

p.s. t-rex translates to "thunder lizard" so kudos to bubby for an appropriate choice of "fresh meat"