Man Who Sold The World

You know those "Do Not Remove" stickers they put on mattresses? Well, I CUT one of them off. Yeah, I got a _real_ bad temper.

I've played '96 and '99 as ECW and got bored quickly. No challenge and I couldn't get in a good mode. I was thinking about trying one of those Domination scenario's, but I'm clueless as to the background of it all.

Like that's really the worst thing thats been done here. Pff, come on.

I just got back into playing Extreme Warfare Revenge. Recommend a good scenario or one of your favorite years to play. I normally don't bother with WCW or WWF(E), it grows tiresome because there's too much talent and I'd much rather snag the good ones (talent) through a bid war anyways. Your help will be greatly appreciated.

Your cousin

* *Hotbutter is losing overness because of his weak gimmick* Probably sits at his computer with his handle bar mustache, crusty mullet, biker shorts and WHAM! t-shirt typing shit from his trailor home.

That clip, combined with the caption underneath, had me choking on my lunch here. Fucking gold. One of those whacky japanese porno's I'd assume, someone posted this in "Pictures I Like" at NHB and I've had my heart on it for awhile It is pure gold. OT: Anybody remember Sam Kinison's TV show? It preceded Herman's.... Head dare I say?

Well, we invented the missionary position. You're welcome.

Agreed. It's like a fucking advertisement and everytime I see it I wanna click it impulsively.

Every once in awhile one of my brain cells will return with a totally random memory and I just recently got one about a Rodney Dangerfield movie. It involved him dressing his son up like a girl for some sport (I think soccer?) Well, I also remember it having the pregnant girl from the Hills Have Eyes remake (who's a uber cutie to me). I can't remember the name of this flick, because I was a young one when I saw it but remember being entertained. Anyone remember the name and wonder if I should channel my childhood and give it another look? I recently saw Cop and a Half and that shit didn't measure up to how awesome it was when I was a kid.

Link Police continue to search for a man who burned down an adult bookstore in Miami after watching a pornographic film this month. Video surveillance from the bookstore, located at 7455 SW 40th St., shows the suspect requesting change from the clerk and then entering a small booth to watch the movie. After the viewing, the man told the clerk he had a guilty conscience, police said. He then doused the store with liquid, ignited it and calmly walked out. The ordeal took place on Aug. 12 at about 3 a.m., police said. Anyone with information is asked to call Crime Stoppers at 305-471-8477 This thread is yours.

Correct answer: "What bike?" "The beach cruiser, the one I let you borrow two weeks ago. The one I've been asking you about." That is all.

Funny, cause I was around Angeles Crest last night fucking my ex-girl and two deer ran out when I was heading off. I nearly hit them at about 75 miles per hour. I would've been totally fucked.

I just want my bike back.

I find it ironic that Paramount just signed Matt Stone & Trey Parker to a two picture deal.

Voted for Art, cause we go back like car seats.

From Yahoo.com: LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Paramount Pictures and actor Tom Cruise called an end to their 14-year production deal on Wednesday as the chairman of the studio's parent company took a parting shot at the movie star's off-screen behavior. "As much as we like him personally, we thought it was wrong to renew his deal," Viacom Inc. Chairman Sumner Redstone told the Wall Street Journal in an interview posted online. "His recent conduct has not been acceptable to Paramount." Paula Wagner, the actor's longtime partner in his movie company, Cruise/Wagner Productions, struck back at Redstone, calling his comments about the three-time Oscar nominee "offensive" and "undignified." "Whatever remarks Mr. Redstone would make about Tom Cruise personally or as an actor have no bearing on what this business issue is," she told Reuters. "There must be another agenda that the studio has in mind to take one of their greatest assets and malign him this way." Five films starring Cruise and co-produced by his company, including the "Mission: Impossible" series, have generated theatrical revenues totaling over $2 billion worldwide during the past decade. And Wagner said his films accounted for about 15 percent of the studio's overall box office gross over that period. Moreover, Wagner insisted that she and Cruise chose to leave the Paramount lot and establish a new venture financed through a private, revolving equity fund of $100 million. "We in fact made a decision not to continue our relationship with Paramount Pictures," she said. Viacom and Paramount executives declined further comment on the situation. The war of words between Redstone and Wagner marked a bitter end to one of the most lucrative production alliances between a major Hollywood studio and an A-list star. ---------------------------------------------- How long before Cruise goes postal for real?

A teddy bear stole his bike.

We've been taken down, by the... WHOAMAN. Didn't see this one comin' boys.

Nation.... of Integration

I'm with my brothers. I will bring my shank in case somethin' pops off.

[Frogg disappoints me for not saying he'll pick up the light skin guy.]

Michael Jackson videos trip me out when I'm stoned (see "Speed Demon", "Leave Me Alone") and this Final Fantasy movie I watched recently was good while I was stoned. Other than that, I'm usually up for Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Bad Boys II, Running Scared, or a good standup comedy show.

I notice when females orgasm, it usually lasts a few minutes. What would happen if we (us men) busted for a full _FIVE_ minutes? Would we even get that spunk out of the bed sheets? Would spare towels and bandanas and trash can bins need to be stored as we flutter out our white paste like a water hose? I mean think about it, Five Minutes! I bet you could cover the whole face of a woman in five minutes. I guess it's good for the pores too, or so I've heard. Five minutes. I keep referring to Scary Movie when I think about it. Would we get dehydrated like when you drink alot of tequila? Discuss.

"Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dumb-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place!"