|Thank you Pat for this stunning rendition.
|After wondering if these guys were dead, Trey Parker and Matt Stone are still kicking monster ass. Team America: World Police was just as funny as South Park: Bigger Longer & Uncut. Team America: World Police made me cry of laughter. People, that's some funny shit.
I still wonder if some Americans will understand the critical sarcastic point made about the murderous U.S.A. foreign policies. I think some will never understand the blissful ignorance in which they live in.
This movie ridicules the overused Hollywood cinematic clichés, and they are all over the place and therefore enhances my love for the movie. In a way it shows how used we've become to the classic deadbeat cinematic structure of crappy big budget Hollywood movies. Hollywood is dead.
What is amazing is the awesome puppetry work used in a comedic fashion with special effects I have not seen been done before with puppets. What adds to the mastery of the puppet art in this movie is how they make fun of the puppetry art by using puppetry itself. It's brilliant and hilarious.
Get the soundtrack. Just get the soundtrack.
|Did you see that Nestle commercial where the guy just bought a chocolate-cone ice cream thing to then have it taken away by a woman and the guy does nothing? I did, and it pissed me off.
It is clear that whoever made this commercial is pushing to make us believe that men are fucking pussies. I contend that this commercial is deceptive and does
not represent reality in an attempt to subvert our culture for a sinister purpose.
If this commercial was based on reality, the commercial would have gone like this:
The girl comes up to the guy who has a fresh chocolate-cone ice cream. She takes the ice cream from the guy then finds herself rummaging for her teeth on the ground so much the guy smacked her so hard.
This scenario is much more realistic and in my opinion much more fucking funny that watching a fucking pussy being abused by a woman.
If we had truly interactive TV, this is how the commercial would have played out:
The woman walks up to the guy, takes his brand new chocolate-cone ice cream cone. The audience sees my fist flying straight into the woman's mouth, followed by my hand giving the ice cream cone back to the guy. Then you would see the guy trying to pull his leg out of his ass so he can go find his teeth and ice cream that are rammed up his rectum, because I smashed in his head in for letting himself be abused by a woman. Since TV would be interactive, the next time
the commercial is aired, the woman goes in the store, buys 2 chocolate-cone ice creams to give to the guy and his best friend that are waiting out side and shuts the fuck up, because the woman enjoys the multiple orgasms these two guys provide her every night.
I believe it is every man's duty to kick you fellow man's ass when he does not use his gift of being physically stronger to assert respect for himself and his fellow man. Have you kicked your fellow man into shape today? Do it.
ATI Meltdown 2004 happened August 13-15th 2004 at the Lower Canada College in N.D.G., Quebec, Canada. Everything was going awesome! Everybody was setup nicely except for a few network connections left to be done, the people were into it, we had a gigabit connection on the game server, my gaming machine was not crapping out with DHCP like it does at every LAN. People gamed for a few hours on Friday night, then at 11:30pm it
started to smell burned, we blew out the power transformer. ATI Meltdown 2004 was cancelled for the week-end and we went back home LANless. We left at 3am while the crane-truck was delivering the new transformer replacement. It would have been awesome if it didn't all blow out on us. It was a REAL meltdown.
ATI Meltdown 2004 pictures
out! A couple of singing cats!
For those of you who missed the joke, these cats were fucking or were in heat or something in a back alley near my home. THEY ARE NOT SINGING! THEY ARE DOING SOMETHING ELSE!
VALVE! Yeah! You guys there, the plumbers! What kind
of Big Brother bullshit are you trying to pull off
with your Steam bullshit? I know why it's called
Steam, it's because it makes me steam from anger!
This combo is the
stupidest shit I have seen so far just to download a
fucking game. Check this out. I want to download
Counter Strike 1.6, the fucking nightmare begins.
I go to
www.counter-strike.net, the official web site to
download Counter Strike 1.6. I go to the Downloads.
I have to install Steam to download Counter Strike.
That doesn't make sense. Just give me a fucking FTP
or web link, a bunch of mirrors and shit and just
let me download it. Load up the bunch of mirrors on
load-balancing DNS or something.
Ok.. I have to deal with this Steam bullshit. I want
to download Steam, so it brings me to FilePlanet and
a rush of old nightmares come back to haunt my brain
and fuck it up. FilePlanet needs to you to register
to download files. What kind of fucking bullshit is
that? And FilePlanet is all fucked up with my
account, I'm logged in but I'm not logged in, I
can't download, which basically makes FilePlanet
unusable because they suck. I'm fucking mad now. I
don't need Steam anymore since it's coming out of my
Fuck you Valve, fuck Steam and fuck you FilePlanet,
you bunch of vile shitty motherfuckers that only
bring misery into my life and no workable download
You guys need to learn
how the internet works. First, get an anonymous FTP
and/or WEB server where people can download Counter
Strike 1.6 without having to log into Steam, without
having to log into "VilePlanet", without ripping out
their hair. Holy fucking shit that was easy! It's
obvious Valve does not know anything about the
Internet or else Half Life 2 source code would not
have been downloaded from their offices.
Let's examine why it
would be necessary to download Counter Strike with
Steam. You don't since mirrored and load-balanced
FTP and WEB sites can do the job faster and easier.
Let's examine why it's necessary to log into "VilePlanet"
to download Steam. You don't since anonymous FTP and
WEB sites can do the job easier and faster.
Let's examine why
people would want to play Counter Strike. There is
no reason I can see why anyone would want to play
Counter Strike unless you were tortured by the
Americans in a prison. You could also be so retarded
that other more complex strategy games are too much
for you brain to handle. Why was I trying to
download Counter Strike 1.6 anyways? Well.. I was
trying to setup a dedicated server for the brain
dead children who wanted to play Counter Strike....
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season, for the people you hate, give them the gift of
Molson Dry, that awful wretched elephant poison. Click on
the picture to see who I send my gift of poison this year.
I have drunk light beers and heavy beers and I can withstand
them all without a hang-over the next morning after having
drunk a good quantity. I have noticed that when drinking
Molson Dry, I'm always fucked up solid the next morning.
This beer is not that strong and I can handle 10% beers
without problem, not getting sick the next morning. For me
to get sick on this medium strength beer, there has to be
some fucking poison in this and I warn you all not to drink
this vile shit.
What pisses me off is that Molson Dry was the beer
provider at the Metallica Summer Sanitarium, if we can call
that serving beer when you have to wait for a fucking hour
to get some vile shit Molson Dry. Waiting 1 hours to get
poisoned.. what the fuck were we thinking? We should have
multiple choices of beer at a concert, people would enjoy it
more and next time they would get more outlets of the most
popular beer. Just makes sense to go with the crowd
especially when you pay 90$ to go see the show. You'd think
that you were financing the price of the beer but you
discover otherwise when each poison cup costs 4$.
Molson Dry is made of fucking industrial poison chemicals
and I encourage people to buy something else if they want to
drink and remain healthy.
want to show you this quite interesting specimen, and the
specimen that owns/drives this fake piece of crap. I present
to you the Ferraramaro F-40, fully Camaro wanting to be a
Now, what is surreal about this car
is that someone actually paid to modify their crappy Camaro
to make it look like an F-40 that was restored from a
previous ramming into a wall. With the money used on this
modification this guy could have made his Camaro really
nice. It was just easier to fuck it up big time with a
Ferrari F-40 kir for Camaros.
A lot of people put stickers on their mirrors and goes to
show how bad a fashion sense these people really have. It's
like that the more Ferrari stickers you have on your car,
the more it is supposed to be a Ferrari.
I wonder if the guy saw me taking the picture of his
shitmobile. I'm sure that if he did see me that he thinks
that I think it's a real Ferrari and that's why I was taking
the picture. I'm pretty sure he wasn't expecting to see his
car on the web with comments showing how shitty it is.
I invite you to good look on the web for some real
pictures of a Ferrari F-40 so you can rest your eyes and
restore your visual comfort. Let's try the original Ferrari
F-40). Ahh.. yes... feels much better now.
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