This might be one of the funniest pranks I've ever seen. On top of it all it looks like it hurt too!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
He's dead let's move on
Michael Jackson is dead. Big deal. So he finally caught up to his career, good for him. Actually, I'm not entirely sure he wasn't already dead. If you were to take what he looked like as a zombie in the Thriller video and compare it to what he looked like shortly before he died, it's eerily similar.
Anyway, he's dead and buried. Let's move on with our lives, I no longer want to see footage of Neverland, his kids, his funeral, his casket, his monkey, his family, his friends, his videos etc...
Can we please turn on the television without seeing him? I realize many people are ridiculously upset (although I really don't know why, they didn't actually know him, perhaps they forgot he was a kiddie diddler - oops, my mistake alleged kiddie diddler), but can't they mourn in private. Take your sobbing asses back inside your own fucking houses and get off my TV!
Seriously, when Billy Mays died it barely registered a footnote on the news, and he contributed more to pop culture over the last 10 years than Jackson did (other than dangling his kids off balconies and looking progressively weirder on an almost monthly basis).
The long and the short of it is that he was a celebrity (for whatever reason), 99.99% of the population didn't actually know him. Mourn him in private. Break out your Off The Wall album, listen to it over and over again until you realize there are more important things to worry about.
Anyway, he's dead and buried. Let's move on with our lives, I no longer want to see footage of Neverland, his kids, his funeral, his casket, his monkey, his family, his friends, his videos etc...
Can we please turn on the television without seeing him? I realize many people are ridiculously upset (although I really don't know why, they didn't actually know him, perhaps they forgot he was a kiddie diddler - oops, my mistake alleged kiddie diddler), but can't they mourn in private. Take your sobbing asses back inside your own fucking houses and get off my TV!
Seriously, when Billy Mays died it barely registered a footnote on the news, and he contributed more to pop culture over the last 10 years than Jackson did (other than dangling his kids off balconies and looking progressively weirder on an almost monthly basis).
The long and the short of it is that he was a celebrity (for whatever reason), 99.99% of the population didn't actually know him. Mourn him in private. Break out your Off The Wall album, listen to it over and over again until you realize there are more important things to worry about.
Your web based psychoanalist
ELIZA was a program written in the 1960s by Joeseph Weizenbaum. Basically, it uses an old shrink's trick of rephrasing your question into a new question so you can figure out your problems on your own (but ELIZA doesn't charge you $200 an hour to do it). It doesn't really do much of anything except annoy you after about 5 questions, but it's kind of fun to try to argue with it.
Try it out here.
Try it out here.
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