I sit here, now in my 4th, and almost fifth month of unemployment wondering where the hell I went wrong. I wake up, job search and find that the last six years of my life were wasted on taking a road to nowhere with a hobo named Jarvis that would open my eyes to new levels of craptacularism. Jarvis being AOL that is…
You see, Jarvis taught me how to be cynical and conniving. It told me to take a hammer to Jiminy Crickets head if he dared chirp at me. For where I was there was no need for hope. All I needed were the brains of a chimp and the ability to accept what I was doing wouldn’t help the customer. For five years I thought, “Hey they can’t be that dumb.” or ,”They’ll listen this time.”
So here I am before you, at home, in my chonies and looking to gain my humanity back. Never again will I let a corporation take away pieces of me… well not unless they pay much better and give me some skills and experience I can take somewhere else… Ugh, if I do that then I’ll have to say how much I’ve wasted trying to be successful in the eyes of those around me. But at least I’ll be doing it from a leather chair in silk boxers.
Looking for a better life
::sniff:: ::sniff:: and crap like that…
missle song eat fish
WTF!? WTF are you on man…
As you probably have sadly learned they turned Clark Kent into teh ghey…
roseanne barr nude
degenerate… damn dirty degenerate…
peeing in public pools
Be carefull of not doing this in some pools due to the special dye they put in it to detect when one has evacuated their bladder off all urine. You could probably get away with this act in most public pools and some school ones but you never know. It is like Russian roulette. Fire off a round if you dare. But if you are found out say you are quite hygenic and the red stuff is really from that chewable dye tablet that detects plaque on your teeth.
INTRODUCTION TO IRQ
I’m portzer #2 and… nm you probably wanted to know about real irq’s. Well I find them boring so I won’t bother. But the last time I seriously had to configure an IRQ was when I played Sam and Max hit the Road in DOS.
I want a deeper voice
Well I have thought about this since there have been many searches on this issue being directed to our site. Either hit puberty or… Here’s my theory. A man’s voice becomes higher when he is kicked in the crotch. What if it was well… taken care of? I say try pawing it like a little kitten and see if that helps. Then we will all laugh at you because you played with yourself and we tricked you into doing so.
I’m out foo’s
I like Will Ferrell, I think he is funny but… for the love of Pete, keep the pants on. I don’t need to see him in thongs, speedos or in anymore of that Conan O’Brien leprechaun debauchery. His naughty bits packed into the smallest area possible is not my idea of comedy.
So now I call to you people. To join me in curbing this lewd behavior. Will Ferrel’s scrunched package in dirty chonies is not funny!
Lets all raise money so children, grandmothers and men around the world do not see such tainted visions again. His crotch will haunt your dreams.
Here is what I propose….
- Raise awareness through our banner campaign
- Raise money
- Hire engineers and fashion designers
- Fabricate a pair of baggy pants that cannot be removed
So please add the following banner to your page and lets get the man some pants to wear
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(Check this out, I’m going to do this with a little entertainment news style infused into the article. That means a mention of age and too many credits to be in one paragraph)
Haley Joel Osment of Jeff Foxworthy fame was in an accident recently. The “Bogus” (who he starred with Whoopie Goldberg in) actor was found hurt and had apparently tried to crawl out of the back of his 1995 Saturn station wagon…
That’s right a 95′ saturn station wagon… What the heck is this guy making when he does his Kingdom Hearts voice-overs, Walker Texas Ranger disturbing sauna stuff, Sesame Street, Second Hand Lions stuff? Maybe the wholesome looking Osment is throwing down the Benjamins for Candy LaYummy at the local interpretive pole dance bar (cause its uptown and what not). Not to mention supporting a $5,000 a day crack habit.
WTH!!!??? A 95′ Saturn Station Wagon?
Poor poor bastard…
And the jerk goes on…
Now it is my turn to ask the hard hitting questions. I’m not sure what will come of it but I know that your view of Portzer #1’s character will never be the same.
Portzer #2: What type of egg laying animal would you want to be and why?
Portzer #1: Roseanne Barr!! I would lay eggs everywhere and watch my little Roseannette spawns flood the world with bad 80’s humor.
(this made me squirm in my seat…)
Portzer #2: If I gave you two shrimp chips, fishing line, and swimming diapers what MacGyver like device would you be able to make?
Portzer #1: A restaurant sign editor in which I would be able to switch around letters on a restaurant name/logo. To give you a better example and a visual, I would edit the burger-god, “Fuddruckers” and switch the F and the R around. Can’t you see the potential of this device?!!
Portzer #2: I can see how that would be very useful. Now if you could prevent one type of member from calling who would they be?
Portzer #1: There is no such thing as a type of member, its more like a breed instead. Certain breeds can be tagged by their knowledge of computers and the internet, and even by the number of chromosomes and brain cells they have; some are even inbred. Some are taught how to “mersh” or “mash” the controls, and also discover that their Windows Operating System loads up slowly only “because they have dialup”. I want to laugh in their face. Among my favorites (actually quite dreaded) are the crazed chimpanzee members who act like they’re on some sort of experimental amphetamine; they are so riled up that they can’t see or talk straight. They click on buttons and type things when you don’t ask them to, they always talk when you try to talk. Its just like a reversed psychology case; when you tell them to click on something or enter text, they don’t respond. The way I deal with this breed is I tell them “do not, I repeat, DO NOT hit that ok button” then they respond with, “ok” and then they hit it. Works everytime.
Portzer #2: Wow, that is an eye opener. Makes me wonder if a member kennel is nearby. So have you ever made an online hookup? Found a female Naga Baba Babe or anything?
Portzer #1: I once met up with this nice lady from love@aol, and she appeared to be very sweet and I wanted to meet her. Well, we went out to dinner, had a very large meal, and lots of wine to go with it. She took me back to her house, and wanted to get intimate. I was still intoxicated, and foggy in the mind. She began to take her clothes off, and even though it was dark, I could determine she had a male-looking bulge by the crotch area. All of a sudden, it was like I became sober; I pushed her away and ran out of there like a bat into hell. I blocked her on my buddy list and mail filters, and trashed my love@aol profile. I never seen her again.
Portzer #2: Sounds like a rocky e-lationship. Imagine if you will, you are the most powerful man on earth with superpowers and could have any job in the world you wanted, what would it be? Englighten us please.
Portzer #1: I would be a Gold farmer boss in China for the game, World of Warcraft. I will find ways to manipulate child daycare activities as well. Instead of playing with toys and games and singing and laughing, the children will play WoW instead to increase our financial gains. I will even stretch out this franchise to senior citizen convalescent homes; those folks still have some use in them.
Portzer #2: Simply marvelous use of resources. Now what would you rather drive a Ford Probe or a Moped?
Portzer #1: Umm, I think you asked me this question, due to the word, ‘probe’ in it. If you think I’m going to answer it like this, (in a silly voice) “ahah ah ha ha hah, I would get a probe so I can say, “I took my probe to work today instead of the bus!!!” Or, “I like driving my probe, its a smooth ride” Portzer #2, you stink!
Portzer #2: Touche good man. Touche. Well thank you for chatting with me. It was a disturbing experience.
As you can see, portzer #1 has a strange view of the world. Although his insight, at times, can be deep and profound. I now know what truly would happen if people were egg layers and it scares the hell out of me. Also I believe that portzer #1 has the mindset of a super-villian. He reminds me of a Lex Luthor or Mister Mxyzptlk, only with a trenchcoat and nothing underneath. A villian of the dirty flasher type.
Kim Jong Il has pushed his country forward to testing their nuclear arsenal. A long range Taepodong-2 missile was placed on a launch pad. The U.S. believes it is not fueled yet and they are aiming for the middle of the ocean.
So we decided to put up our missile defense system which costs billions. Although tests have shown it not to be highly effective yet. We probably would have done better to have created a system which launches flaming cans of Alpo for a few bucks.
Well… short post I guess. I guess I could add some nonesense like, “We should go to Ping Pong and take out Kim Jong and his missle dong”. Ok, got that out and now back to fashioning my foil hat.
Connie Chung singing a farewall song to her viewers and her career. Looks like Connie Chung took a note from Bobby Lee on how she should perform. She apparently hit the rice wine a little hard.
I don't understand how that piano player can keep a straight face while she scurries around the piano like a seal then rolls off the edge while grunting. I would have had a fish tosser from Pike Place chuck a 40 pound frozen filet at her hoping to knock her unconcious.
I don't think it will be too long till we start seeing Connie in a tube top and flip flops trying to find out who her babies daddy is (good thing Maury has that television genre cornered). She will proceed to to stomp around stage with saggy skin flopping about her belly area and yelling explitives. I know this because it has been told her assistants have seen her do this before show tapings. The biggest incident being when she snorted a box of ground altoids and complained of not being F*ed up enough.
"Rike a lhinestone cowhrboy"