By Fleeceman, on July 2nd, 2009%
I’m not normally one to complain about other people’s loud music. I like my music loud too, and some tunes are simply meant to be played at ear-splitting volumes: Ozzy, Jane’s, Metallica, … Chris Isaac.
I do, however, hold a certain angry, intense contempt in my heart for static: and on that note, a stereo went off the . . . → Read More: Taser Laser
By Fleeceman, on October 25th, 2008%
The intelligence level of truck-ball owners is roughly equivalent to the ability of the collected carbonation in a can of Budweiser to do math.
I was working today, conversing with my coworker about many things that most likely changed the world in some corner of the universe.
One subject that continuously comes up when working with . . . → Read More: Stupider than Most