Friday, August 18, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Becky's B-Day Extravaganza 2006
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Good times, good times.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Yes, it was a good idea to get some drinks at the Wood Ranch bar today during lunchtime. Yes, yes, 'twas a good idea.
Funny how 2 vodka tonics and a triple Southern Comfort can make your workplace just a little less spirit-deadening.
Good night.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Warm and Fuzzy
The following letter was forwarded by someone who teaches at a small high school in central Ontario. The letter was sent to the principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. This story is a credit to all humankind. Read it, soak it in, and bask in the warm feeling that it leaves you with.
Dear School,
God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizen's luncheon. I'm 94 years old and live at the local Home for the Aged. My family has long since passed away and I rarely have visitors. As a result, I have very limited contact with the outside world. This makes your gift especially welcome.
My roommate, Maggie Cook, has had her own radio for as long as I've known her. She listens to it all the time, though usually with an earplug or with the volume so low, I can't hear it. For some reason, she has never wanted to share it.
Last Sunday morning, while listening to her morning gospel programs, she accidentally knocked her radio off its shelf. It smashed into many pieces, and caused her to cry. It was so sad.
Fortunately, I had my new radio. Knowing this, Maggie asked if she could listen to mine. I told her to fuck off.
God bless you.
Sincerely,
Edna Johnson
Monday, May 08, 2006
THE FREAKIN TRAILER
The trailer can now be embedded on your myspace, blog, or whatever accepts it. Go to YouTube.com and search for Local Bruisers. Copy the "embeddable player" link and paste it into your webpage as desired. Then rinse and repeat.