Sunday, November 19, 2006

Thoughts and prayers, please...
... according to your preferences and beliefs, for DoughGirl. She certainly not the only one who needs them (Andy being another who comes quickly to mind), but her recent post really touched me.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

ho's ready for another round of Holy CRAP People Are Crazy And I've Got the Referral Logs To Prove It?

My personal favorites from the last 100--

snappy put downs
laughter moo moo mooo (twice? the fuh?)
dwarftoss blogger
punch her in the tits (HAHAHAHA!)
Natalie's wedding cigarette burn (Oddly specific, there. A googlewack, maybe?)
belly punching (We do love our violence.)
woo yay boobs (snerk)
ben affleck is tall (This is true.)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Explanations on the Marathon by Claude Hardel
Dear all,

All those and those which were pleased to make Bore-holes-Épône last year still remember the speech inénarrable of the father of Anne-Marie telling us by the detail the battle of Marathon. Some lost a little their illusions this disastrous day, when it added that the famous history of the runner of Marathon was probably a myth, not to say one of the journalistic first bidonnages of the history of humanity. The Greeks definitely have a a little special relationship to the Marathon since it is almost acquired that Spiridon Louis, the first winner of the Olympic marathon, that of which so many runners retained the first name, would not have run the totality of the distance but would have made a part in the vehicle of it!

Despite everything, I had announced that this history of Marathon had been the framework of an exploit even more fantastic, that of a race not-stop of 250 km carried out at the time by certain Pheidippides between Athens and Sparte, where it was to go to seek helps...

I finally found the document of Herodote which attests this authentic exploit. I extracted the page from it where, in a completely unexpected way, it benefits from it to address all its wishes of success in the joy and good mood to the members of a certain JDM. The hellenists will appreciate!

With those who would be still a little skeptics, I join some complementary explanations left by the barbarians.

As for the borrowed way, here is an outline:

It should be said that at that time, as a certain Auguste Lespinas will report it later, the dispach riders were pedestrians, because more enduring that horses. Pheidippides in question was not simple basic Hoplite (that which one envoit Sunday morning to seek of the crescents) but a truth Hemerodrome (a ultrarunner to some extent).

Good, but will you say to me, that it occurred? I put the question and I answer it at once, to avoid an exchange of mail.

"Herodote says to us that Pheidippides left Athens at daybreak to arrive at Sparte the following day at laying down sun. Sparte was at 1160 stages is approximately 250 km [ note of the editor: here one realizes of the devastations which the translations in the precision of the facts can cause... ]. Discouraged with the foot of the Parthenon Mount, Pan was shown with him and gave him the force to go to deliver soon message with King de Sparte Leonidas. As in Sparte, one was in full religious festival, it took six days to join together the army and three days to join Athens [ not insane, Greeks! ]. Leonidas will arrive too late, the following day of the victory of Marathon. However, the day before, the defeat was not any doubt for the Athenian people, then in the fear of the army of Darius. It should be said that the Greeks were only 10000 against 70000 Persians. But the Persian army, while undoubtedly mésestimant its rival, will make an error of strategy [ reported well in Épône ] and will see its loss. The legend says to us that another herald, Philippides [ you see the nuance... ] was still sent covered of its weapons, to warn the magistrates of Athens. With general amazement and in an indescribable enthusiasm [ which, unfortunately, prevented with the journalists present on the spot from taking the photographs which would have avoided any later controversy ], it arrives streaming of sweat and white of dust. It collapses with the feet of the Powerful orators, brought together with the Agora, and before expiring, it has time to proclaim "Hello, we overcame" "

It should be said that this history of Pan god is a little odd. But, like certain runners of the JDM, Pheidippides did not have an irreproachable hygiene of life. For any statement, it deceived a sometimes little the oil-can.

In short, with those which would regret not having been registered in time with the UTMB, I say: test Spartathlon! That, at least, it is not a race of weaklings out of little skirts and sandals!

And to return on the subject which worries us, I thus wish a very good year with everyone, the pytheas announce it to us appears it aqueous at the beginning of year...

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

the things you are about to read have in no way been written by Jake Hole and not every fact is accurate...imagination is a great tool*Jake David Hole is a 24 year old male, who enlightened this world with his birth on May 10th, 1981. Jake has been known to pluck his eyebrows and wear eyeliner on occasion.From playing with GI Joes in the bathtub to rockin' out on stage, Jake has become one of the most beloved musicians of our time.Not only can Jake sing and dance, he is also a very talented song writer. The lyrics in his songs are so deep you're liable to wet yourself upon hearing them.Some of Jake's interests include playing basketball, basking in the sun on snowy days,girl's tits building up those pec. muscles (so on the next album cover he will be just as buff as the Obvious cover), tree hugging, chillin' with his pal Gabe, and cliff jumping in Bali.Numerous fans have seen Mr. Hole wearing granny panties over his pants, AND rumor has it that he is the proud owner of a very snazy pink thong.IIt has been said that Mr. Hole is no longer single...he is "taken" by Mr. Combs, but yet oddly enough he is still looking.Thus concludes the biography of Jake Hole...written in full by Sharon Joy Black.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Here we are in York Pennsylvania. Get ready for a great night with me without my ward-drobe 'cause my suitcase isn't here.!Now!Somebody turn the power off. Turn the power off.How would I describe myself?It's like you're talking outta the side of your mouth 'cause you're nott!You gotta change something or you get thood.Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll.Here's the good news: My stuff is not on the bus.No I'm serious.The, the straggla'.This is the way it always goes. They leave the hard work up to me. I'm always the one pushin' and carryin' the bags. Like, yeah don't know.Now boysh, I need you to stay right there on the corner. And we were going "Nnn okay!" Gabe Quotes-Hellooo, it's meee, Gaabe!Us, In the back, of the bus, bus, the bus.It's in scary writing.Our own names. . Our indiviadual names.It's been a long time. We shouldna left you...that's why we don't do rap.Meeeooow(Lauren hehehe)Jason's driving so I don't know where we're going.Those are my impersonations.How's the foot Jerry-man?Uhhh.The number one misconceptions about me?Actually, guys, I'm taking the pictures today.Beeeeep.Except for Nate and Jason. They got almost arrested! Nathan Quotes-Let it be noted on camera that I do all the harmonies...I'm the one doin' all the work.Should I play more, should I play more?Here's the deal.Hi, I'm Indingo Montoya.Voltron!!Had to go to the restroom. Couldn't find a restroom.I like to sit around and eat...what are these things called? I know what they're called.That's the lyric.Are you psycho today?I oversawit.Whaaaa?Wussup, wussup? Just got outta the studio. Doin' a little vocals here. Nate Quotes-God listens, baby.I've got sweaty pits 'cause I'm nervous. Not good.Dangerous jump.I'm starving right now. We'll probably stop at Mcdonalds and and have to eat in the car on the way somewhere.Like the part where I hit my face on the mic?There she is! Brittany Spears. The one and the only. DON'T LOOK!!I don't think faces look this good this close.We have arrived.He's not like scary, intimidating. In a way he is, though. Jeremy Quotes-Sunglasses. Does it everytime. Yeah!!Warning! All persons riding this frate elevator do so at their own risK Really? You missed me?I lost my ID so, um, to get on the plane in New York I had to show them a CD. I was like "This is me. I'm in this band so look at my name of the cover here and,uh, let me on the plane please." They let me do it. Good ol' town square.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Welcome in the heart of the perfection...
Intrepid reader attention, you come to enter to the country of Kindy. A wild region or nothing is foreseeable but where all is perfect!
How you will have guessed, Kindy, is me! Eh yes, the true one, only, single and fortunately!!!
You will find my thoughts here (I do not promise myself an exemplary clearness!), my desires my blows of mouth (very little because I am also soft and tolerant that fairy!) and all that relates to my small life D’coed, if enthralling is it!!!
Interests, that does not interest, want to say to you: I into insane royally! Read, do not read, comments on, does not comment…free with you because, with the country of Kindy, each one made this it wants! (especially me!)

Well with you intrepid reader,

Monday, February 20, 2006

My parents have been away for two weeks. My younger brother and I have been quietly impressed by how well the cat was taking it. She's abit of a spoilt drama queen, bless her, and on previous separations from one of us she has been known to paddy and strop. So her good behaviour this time was duly noted.Unbeknownst to myself and little bro, the usually impecably toilet-trained cat has been using my parents bed as a 'dumping ground' in their absence, as a form of silent protest. The little rebelion went unnoticed as we hadn't been in the room since they left, a fortnight ago. So imagine Ma and Pa's delight at returning home grumpy and jetlagged at 5am this morning to find a damp patch of wee on my father's side of the bed, and a steaming pile of shit on my mother's.Happy Mother's Day mummy!But I am secretly pleased, because I took my mum out shopping to buy a new quilt and such like, and bagged meself some sexy baby pink heels to wear out for me birthday next week. It's my Birthday! And I demand that you all be giddy for me.But if anyone asks, I'm 19 again. Don't like the prospect of being 20, so I think I'll be 19 for a few more years. I'm having too much fun to be 20.