11.17.2006

Bonobo see, bonobo do

"Panbanisha the bonobo is up to her tricks again"

This could get pretty annoying if you're one of the employees at the Great Ape Center, but to be honest, I wouldn't want to be the one to tell her to stop. I've seen Planet of the Apes... I know what's up. I imagine that a skirmish not dissimilar to this one would erupt.





Get your filthy hands off the fire alarm, you damn dirty ape!!







It's pretty jaw-dropping that bugger not only figured out the system, but remembered to do it a second time after getting the desired results the first time. I guess it's pretty basic psychology, but everything's always ten times more impressive when a monkey does it.

11.07.2006

We'll see you in the playoffs 6'5" quarterback with laser... rocket arm

I don't really have a lot of words about Sunday night's loss and the grumbly, piss-poor, horse manure mood it put me in. It really was a far cry from the perfomance we saw out of the recievers the previous week and unfortunately Tom Brady's going to take a lot of blame for those BS tipped pass interceptions. The worst thing is that I just really have to tip my cap to that huge foreheaded bastard because he picked apart a defense who scrapped and scrapped and put together one of the hardest working performances I've seen out of a Patriots defense in a long time (granted, I don't get to see a lot og the games living in New York). Just writing about it is putting me in a bad mood, so I'm gonna stop now. Instead, as usual I'll express myself with a picture:

11.02.2006

I'm trying to get some rest from all the unborn chicken voices in my head

So there's really no good excuse for taking almost a month off from writing here... especially considering I started this gansta sh*t due to other peoples' lack of passion and energy on their blog (speaking of lack of passion and energy, did anyone see the Celtics game last night? Ba dum CHING). However I do have a few semi-decent excuses that might add up to one good excuse. First off, my home laptop's broken. No time to work on longer blog posts at home means less time to get the ball rolling on interesting topics and as a result; I lost interest. Second, I've been pretty damn busy and haven't had a weekend to relax in what feels like a good two months. Third, my stripper girlfriend named Scenic just can't take her hands off me, which doesn't leave me with much tiome to think or write. I promise I'll get better about it - especially with the onset of the Celtics season, the Pats ramping up and making people remember what a dominant force they really are and Scenic fell victim to a tragic boa constrictor accident, so I dumped her- should free up some of my time.















When I said I've been pretty busy, I wasn't kidding. Whooping some brass statue ass is a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.






P.S. - If you can tell me what song the title of this post came from, I'll give you 100 doll hairs.