This last one. I just. I can't stop staring at the tag.

If you'd like our dancing, jiggly friend and her scooter in desktop wallpaper form, I'll just leave this right here.

Dick picks at 13,500 ft.?

These sounds. They concern me, man.

Damn you're right, it was a Chrysler. I couldn't remember what it was at the time of posting my Claymation Eminem comment. I guess I got lost in the depths of his Claymation Chin. I mean just look at that thing.

Eminem wants you to drive a Cadillac.

Ausgleich!

Impaled...or penetrated?

I didn't hate it the first time around...I think the correct word would be 'befuddled.' I couldn't tell if the whole movie was some inside joke that I just wasn't in on.

Pootie Tang is another movie that never got the recognition it deserved. Mostly because he was speaking gibberish the whole movie. More movies should be written in gibberish.

I agree, she definitely was. Also unexpected was Matt Damn as a pierced and tattooed musician. Not that he surprised me with his acting or lip synching or anything. Just...I didn't expect to see him there at all.

Flooginkechinhaulin?

**hot tub splash**

IF YOU'RE NOT A MANC, YOU'RE A WANK!

* Joystick not included. Bring your own.

All my Pandora plays. They go unscrobbled. I feel so unclean.

Mostly just that- crap (since BOC stands for Bag O' Crap, if that wasn't explained above). I've gotten various Disney-related useless trinkets or empty CD cases or whatever else is laying around the Woot warehouse. The reason people freak out about them is stories/rumors/damn lies about there always being a chance…

Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.

It makes me wonder- do tigers sleep in lily patches?

Not to mention these two changes within Gmail: