Apparently our good friends and occasional lovers over at BAMF have had their name stolen out from under them by the laughably under-regulated domain name registration system. When they tried to complain to their provider, Freeservers.com, the response was, "Hey, it's free, what the fuck didja expect?" Until Sharkey flings enough crap to frighten off the invading DNS rustlers, the Badassmofo page is still alive and kicking.

Source:vny

In the study on rats a research team from Complutense University and Autonoma University in Madrid found that marijuana's active ingredient -- called THC -- killed tumor cells in advanced cases of glioma, a quick-killing cancer for which there is currently no effective treatment. But, the scientists stress, it is unlikely that lighting up a joint will do anything to prevent or cure cancer.

On a completely different topic but some what related.. In highschool we had a group of extreme stoners who did nothing but hang out in the grass and play hacky sack. For some reason they went and formed an actual official club at school which was called "The Hack Club" (THC) and announced over the school bullentin as a fun new club to join. After about a month someone finally pointed it out to the school admin, the group promptly changed their name to "Lazy Sacker's Den" (LSD) and announced it again over our school's internal TV system, I don't think the admins caught onto the last name change.

I have it on good authority that the current problems with the Badassmofo web page have been caused by this woman. Known only as Big Bad Mama, she has infilitrated the BAMF compound, and has disabled their internet connection by sitting on it. She has vowed to keep the public from their daily doses of Baddassity until she receives her request of large doses of fudge, intravenously. More news as it arrives.

In other news, she's still sitting there.

I don't know why someone would fuck with badassmofo, they have always stayed pretty neutral in things. Or maybe they forgot to pay there bill. Either way badassmofo is down for the time being.

I know a lot of people in the Tech Support field visit here. Shit even if you don't work in support you use a computer. A friend at work has an awesome site for trouble shooting pretty much any popular internet windows issue. It's got screenshots for WinCE, NT and 9x plus the popular internet apps used on those platforms. It's a great resource, check it out at http://www.supportmechanic.com.

What's worse than an army of ants crawling all over your body, while you lay there tied up? These fucking hives I got when I went out last Saturday night. Know why they call them Hives? Well I don't but it feels like a hive of something is crawling on my skin. I've never been allergic to anything before, went out to a bar and came back to find out I was covered in hives. That day I ate Pizza, Chicken, Corn Nuts, Pumpkin Seeds, and Beef jerky, not a diet fit for a king but nothing out of the norm. Now I'm covered in itchy hives and it doesn't help that I run from morning classes to work until midnight itching the whole time. I may have to get medical insurance and see a doctor.

Well it's about time that I post again eh? Life has been so busy for me just school and work school and work. Yuck! If anyone finds out the date that the kingdome in Seattle is slated to be blown up please email to let me know. I plan on going upto Seattle and watching it happen. I will try and get pictures to post of the site for everyone also. Anyways someone sent me this link that I belive to be the single most useless use of wabspace ever!
I'm OUTTIE!!

Monday, Feb 28th, 2000

I'm not a huge X-files fan, but when I have the time and if I'm still sitting down after Malcom in the Middle I may watch some of it. I didn't catch to much of the episode last night just the end when Scully was blasting away half nekkid cowgirls with the guest apperance of some sort of tank. The only question I have is did Mulder steal his outfit from Wesly Snipes Blade outfit? Go ahead and let me know what actually happened and what it was about in the Message board.

Sunday, Feb 27th, 2000

I just had to fit a post in.. so down the road we can say we never missed a day. I'll update tomarrow.

Saturday, Feb 26th, 2000

Hey check it out I also made a new addition to the crapper. Ever felt like you just couldn't last in bed? Think you made need that Energizer edge that keeps you going and going? Check out the new crapper clip and you'll know what I mean.

I'm back on the west coast again, thank goodness. Atlanta was warm, but that's about all you can say for it. I saw more Mexicans waiting at gas stations for field work than I saw young upwardly mobile IT robots. Nice to be back in hipp-dippy fun rain-land.
In other news, a recent article in the Times claims that

DRUG-DEALERS who produce homegrown cannabis and trade over the Internet have emerged alongside Colombian drug barons and Afghan warlords as players in the international drugs market.

Wow today is a first day that I got no email (spam not counted) I guess lack of posting will cause that. Only another week left of this then I can resume life as normal. So if anyone wants to bless my mailbox with an email, go for it. In the mean time you can entertain yourself with my latest PenIs article I just put up. Pretty much a summary of all the tech support calls I have posted plus a new one.

Friday, Feb 25th, 2000

"Six-year-old Jake Robel died Tuesday after getting tangled in the car's seat belt and being dragged for five miles at speeds of more than 80 mph. The carjacking ended after other drivers surrounded his mother's stolen Chevrolet Blazer and restrained the suspected carjacker."

"The accused carjacker, Kim L. Davis, 34, was charged Wednesday with second-degree murder, second-degree robbery, child abuse and kidnapping. He was being held without bail."

I don't even know what to say about that. I can't imagine a much worse way to go (having been a skateboarder and experienced pavement sliding first hand). I'm personally surprised that the people who stopped the guy didn't beat him to death on the spot. Please, if you get nothing else from this post, don't ever, ever, ever name a boy Kim.

Story taken from CNN.com.

Thursday, Feb 24th, 2000

Well it looks like the Palm family got a little more colorful! It seems that Palm has finally introduced a color version of their Palm Pilot. (about time!) This little baby is gonna run you about $450 bucks. Ouch huh? since you can get one of their wireless internet units for the same price. I think I'll take the wireless internet ready one! If yeah wana read more about it click here!

Oh! If you haven't seen Zack's superfriends movie yet,watch it!

You know, there's nothing like an awards show to remind you what a bunch of self-serving, sycophantic sphincter-munchers the entertainment industry is made up of. The Grammys were on last night, and I watched as much as I could stomach before vomiting all over my Backstreet Boys album collection. A million garage bands and amateur techno DJs toiling away on mp3.com, and Christina Aguilera is the best new artist of the year? Well, maybe I'm not really qualified to comment, since I generally mute the TV every time she appears, but there were chicks in my high school glee club with better voices. And while I'm on the subject, how can there be a competition between Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears when the two are so obviously the same person? At least Britney was sensible enough to get herself a boob job, thus guaranteeing that no man would ever have to go through the painful process of paying attention to anything she says. And don't get me started on Santana. That dumbass "Smooth" song they released is a) exactly the same shit they were releasing back when their careers failed the first time, and b) the blandest, most inoffensive pop music on the radio. It's not salsa, and it's not latin music; Carlos Santana is Michael McDonald with an accent. And no wonder that song won, they play it every fucking eight minutes on every fucking radio station, 24 hours a day. If I had to hear Rush Limbaugh perform the Star Spangled Banner by making farting noises with his armpit as often as I've heard that odious, formulaic Santana crap, I'd probably hum along with it, too. And on a final note- I was very happy to see Kid Rock perform, because it just confirms what I've always said - he was, is, and always will be a mainstream pop band. I don't care how many times he cusses, I don't care how many drugs or hookers he gets arrested with, when you perform on the Grammys, you are, by definition, a pawn of the corporate overlords. He tries to be a badass, he tries really hard, but you just can't be a Rebel without a Cause after your soul has already been leveraged and hocked. In fact, the only thing about his act that isn't a bland rip-off is that rather excitable midget lad he carries around with him, and even he would suck if not for the fact that midgets kick ass.

How many of you remeber Super Friends? You know, the cartoon with superman, batman, aquaman, wonderwoman, and a couple of stupid kids and their dog. Anyways, as if that wasn't enough of a blast from the past, I dug something up for all of you out there to enjoy. Just click the link, have a bud and watch the game.

I can't believe I am still standing after today, well my hell continues of pretty much working/school 19 hours each day and sleeping/being at home for 5 hours. So if this update is completely lame, not my fault, blame the side effects of Coffee and NoDoz.

Whats worse than going to a video dating service?
Going on national television and having some women parade around as potential wives
But whats worst than that?
Getting dumped during the honeymoon of that wife that you bought on national television

Well looks like swinging Millionaire Rick Rockwell has gotten dumped by his new wife.

quote:

Have you ever gotten to the point where somebody pushed your buttons and you said, ‘I’ll kill you’? That’s what that was,” Rockwell said. “It doesn’t make it any better. I’m not proud of it. But I learned a lot from that relationship.”

Wednesday, Feb 23nd, 2000

A little something from the mailbag...

>From: Eduardo
>To: fenomas
>Subject: Universal Guide to Getting Laid in Japan
>
>Hello
>
>In that page(How to Get Laid in Japan), there's section 1- Be White.
>There you said,
>
>"1. Be White. If you can't meet this requirement, then
>be black, that's really just as good. If that's also out
>of the question, then be whatever you happen to be, as
>long as your not Brazillian or from Southeast Asia. If
>you're one of those, pretend to be ethnic Canadian."
>
>I'm just curious about it, why brazilians "burn the film"(like we say
>around here). I'm a brazilian, and i'm NOT offended, just curious.
>I know how brazilians behave overseas.
>bye
>

Eduardo-
    I'm glad you're not offended; I've had a few mails about that. The fact is, Brazillians do not (so far as I know) behave badly or anything. However, the Brazillians and South Americans who have made it over to Japan tend to be poorer laborers, and they tend to live together in semi-rural communities (as do Japanese laborers), so they are viewed as a lower class-- poor, and therefore possibly dirty or dangerous. Actually, its not such a hard-core stereotype; in Japan, a country that is like 98.5% ethnically pure, you would expect more racism than there is. You might live here a while and not encounter any discrimination, or you might not. But at any rate, what stereotype there is not would not help out anyone's chances of scoring.
    Some people thought that first paragraph sounded callous, but I was trying to emphasize how class- and race- conscious certain segments of Japanese (or any) society can be; particularly the young female segment that goes to GasPanic looking to sleep with foreigners.
    But, don't take any of this the wrong way; please feel free to become a successful doctor or movie star and come over here and change everyone's stereotype!
regards,
fen

Well folks, I just got back off of vacation. Well, actually I just had an extra day off, but it's amazing how wonderful life feels when you don't have to be at work on a work day. Anyways, I went up to Walla Walla, WA with my fiancee to meet what's left of her family. It went pretty well, all things considered. I would never, never, never, never live in that town, but I didn't get beat up by the hicks or anything, so I guess I did okay. We went to a bar to meet a college friend of hers and play some pool, and it was quite the experience. There were about six or so drunk hicks around the table next to us and they were being a loud, rude, inbred bunch (I don't have any proof of the inbred thing, but I was getting that girlfriend/sister/cousin feeling). So one of the guys comes over and tells me that his brother (probably brother/uncle/cousin) is a tattoo artist and we should stop by and see the shop and this and that. He left us some business cards and stumbled back over to his girlfriend so that he could beat her more effectively. At some point later the half-beaten extremely drunken sister/girlfriend of this guy comes over and is telling us that her sister does body peersshin' (piercing I assumed) and that we should come by and check it out. She was very proud that her sister hadn't had anybody complain except one girl who's tongue turned green... but that was just one time. Needless to say I was quite relieved to come back to the big city, or Portland anyways, even though it means having to go to work today.

Of course, I'm just kidding, southerners are lovely people. If you think of slope-browed, knuckle-dragging neander-cretins attempting to seduce their siblings as "lovely." This morning, I bailed out of the Mariott and conned my contractees into putting me up at the Westin, which is kind of like trading in Bence's car for Solosier's. (Yeah, I know Bence doesn't have a car. That's the whole point of my metaphor... er, um, simile. Fuck You!) It's the little things that make the difference - the Mariott has Folger's Instant where the Westin has Starbucks. In the Mariott, I get a chair and a hassock, but in the Westin, I get a chaise lounge. In the Mariott, the bottom drawer contains extra blankets, whereas the Westin's bottom drawer has an inflatable woman in a french maid's uniform. Ah, the finer things in life. And if you're still not convinced that the Westin is the superior hotel, consider this: when you scroll through the list of pay-per-view pornos, it lists how many sex acts take place in each movie! Now, that's what I call being an informed consumer.

Tuesday, Feb 22nd, 2000

I just made it through one day of my new Hell. Since a contract our company was working on when belly up I'm moving contracts over to support a new service, which is cool but I have to spend 2 weeks of up training getting ramped up to hit the contract as a Senior Tech. Which would be fine if I wasn't in the middle of school right now getting close to approaching finals. So daily schedules tend to be:
8am: Wake up goto classes
3:00pm: Skip out on my last part of Stats and race to work
3:30pm:Arrive at work for training
12:30am:Head home
12:45am:Sleep
8am: Repeat
Which leaves little or no time to update not to mention papers to write. The work part isn't to bad because the room is full of a bunch of geeks and we get to have geek talk all night long.. Mmmm.. Course if I read about Bence bitch about having to watch his dog I'm gonna go kick some Canadian arse. I've got something almost done to throw into articles when I get some breathing room.

Sorry about that Josh, I'll see what I can do. Nineteen hundred dollars, a judicious amount of jet fuel, and certain properties of aerodynamics have geographically translated me to Atlanta, GA, the city too busy to hate (although not too busy to blow up Olympic stadiums). I'm here til the end of the week, contracting for the IRS again. Tomorrow at work, I'll tell three different beauracratic flunkies three different lies about where I'll be spending the day, and the I'll hole up in the basement with a computer terminal and the commissioner's login and password, and I'll see what I can do about Josh's IRS bill. um, Suuuure I will. Sorry Josh, but if I get the chance to clean up anyone's record, it'll be mine. I haven't paid taxes in three years due to my heavy financial losses investing in a tapioca mine, in Nutley, NJ, and I plan on keeping it that way.

Well the IRS has done it again! The other day I got a Form 1040X and a nice letter from the IRS saying that I basically fucked up on my taxes from last year and they wanted me to redo them. Anyways, after I got done doing this years taxes I am pleased to see that I will get about $400 bucks back from the old government. Well after I sent the forms off in the mail I re-did last years taxes and fucking A! I now own them a little more then I am getting back this year!
What fucking luck huh?

Monday, Feb 21st, 2000

I got an email about a E/N site called phunstuff which appears to be pretty new. Figure I'll let you guys check it out, bring them some hits and judge for yourself about the site.

I love this AOL animated gif I snagged from their site.

Oh Yeah baby! On March 4th the Playstation 2 is going to be released in Japan! I don't know if any of you know anything about this little baby yet, but it's going to be sweet. The new system has a USB and PC card interface, and apparently can play DVD video discs since it's media is going to be on the DVD format. Hell yeah! You know what's even better! The place I work for is going to be selling these things and I will be able to get my hands on one before the public will!!!! I'm not really sure how much they will go for, the Playstation rep that I talk to says possibly around 300 bucks or so. But I think for a game console system that has the ability to play DVD movies and hook up to your PC or a broadband interface, that isn't too bad. Speaking of work. We also sell the normal Playstation there, and for the life of me, we always fucking sell out! Every week we probably get in about 30 or so units and by weeks end we have ZERO! How old are these things? Fuck man! Sony is really going to give Nintendo and Sega a run for their money. I wouldn't be surprised to see the Dreamcast disappear within a year or so like the rest of Sega's products seem to have in the past...

Oh! Hey Fenomas, While your in Japan do you think it would be possible for you to send us a PS2 when it comes out on March 4th so that the PenIs staff in the US can demo it?

Sunday, Feb 20th, 2000

The whole town laughed at my great-grandfather, just because he worked hard and saved his money. True, working at the hardware store didn't pay much, but he felt it was better than what everybody else did, which was go up to the volcano and collect the gold nuggets it shot out every day. It turned out he was right. After forty years, the volcano petered out. Everybody left town, and the hardware store went broke. Finally he decided to collect gold nuggets too, but there weren't many left by then. Plus, he broke his leg and the doctor's bills were real high.

EVENTS OF THE DAY:
Upgraded my futon bed on the floor by adding a layer of foam. Mmmm foam.. Now known as ver 1.2b, I'll bring it out of the beta stage when I'm done testing this foam pad.
Bought an Intellieye mouse... Mmmmm Ballless..
Found out this intellieye is full of crap. Stupid balless mouse just don't feel right. With it's skipping and a bopping all around my screen.

Just for you, greedy fans of suffering, here's a clip of Pain In Motion! One of my favorites, both for its brevity, and for the springy fashion in which this fellow's head bounces off of the floor. As you can see, in one frame he seems to actually kick the back of his own head. Hail Eris!!

Saturday, Feb 19th, 2000

Leave it to me, to walk in and find the wierdest shit (no pun intended) in the bathroom at work. This isn't as bad as when I've walked into the work bathroom and there is shit on the wall, all over the mirror and blood all over a urinal. I don't know what it is but today I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and with a quick glance over to see if anyone is using the urinals I'm confronted with this mighty bare ass. It's just hanging there, not just a crack but his pants where all the way down. I normally don't stand and check out someones ass but you normally don't see someone standing there at a urinal with his pants around his ankles. Did I mention his ass was hanging out? Ok.. good.. I'm just a bit shaken up..

As for quake 3, I've been meaning to getting around to playing it but I just haven't. I was hooked on Team Fortress for a while, but I saw the full effect of Quake 3 addiction on Weishaupt. It wasn't pretty.

Me:(Walking downstairs to Weishaupt's apt) *knock knock*
Silence: Hi I'm silence, I'm just gonna be quite.
Me: *knock knock* (I hear some pitter patter)
Silence: Me again.. Just not saying anything.
Me: *knock knock*
(finally the door begins to open.)
Weishaupt:(opens the door and strafes then tries to rocket jump over me. His hands posed in the position of the keyboard and mouse)
Me: Umm dude your not playing Quake anymore.
Weishaupt: Huh, well shit then that means I'm getting fragged.
(Takes a quick glance around to confirm it isn't quake turns around and runs backwards towards the stairs keeping an eye on me. His index finger of his left hand pushing down into "once was a keyboard" area.)
Me: Hey dude can we uh borrow some sugar? Hello?

It's a sad sad addiction.

OK. First of all, looks like I'm headed to Atlanta on Monday. If you're playing along at home, I've already been in Indianapolis and Washington DC this year. If I see John Rocker, I promise to kick him in the nuts on general principle. Secondly, I'd like to say something to all the Quake-players among our dozens of readers. Eod doesn't play much Quake. I don't even know if he owns a copy. If you see penismightier playing, it's me or Cyd. Stop asking if I'm Eod, dammit.

In other news, I don't remember where I ran across this wonderful Albert Fish page, but I probably saw it at some other e/n site, so apologies in advance. Hell, it could have been posted here, I probably wouldn't remember; at any rate, it's worth another look for pure morbidity. Fish was an unusually perverse serial murderer; of special interest is the letter he wrote to the mother of the child he killed, cooked and ate. Bon Appetit!

Have you ever seen those posters around any work place that shows the proper way to lift things or the proper way to sit? The ones with the cartoon charaters lifting or sitting incorrectly. Don't do it! You know why people don't sit that way or lift that way? Cause it is damn uncomfortable thats why. I've been trying to sit correctly in my chair today at work and not only do I feel ike a dork but after about 30 seconds I'm ready to get out of this chair and throw it out the window.

I don't know how many x-men fans we have but the trailer to the movie was released today. You can grab it here. Hey even Cap'n Picard is in the movie, he'll be playing the role of Wolverine, no wait.. Xavier or was it that little winch, Jamboree or whatever her name was. Ok Xavier.. Final Answer? ..... Yes final Answer... And yes Xavier is correct!

Friday, Feb 18th, 2000

Feeling down? Need some palindromes to make you feel better? Yeah, I thought you might.

Hey there folks! I have to wonder what's wrong with the world when I can go to my favorite search engine and try to find some of my favorite sites (xxx & monkeys & donkeys & fat & puking) and I come up with this filth! The cult of Gary Coleman is everywhere! Some love him, some hate him, but no matter how you look at it nothing beats diffrn't strokin' it with your favorite little man. ("Whatchoo lookin' at Willis? You do it too!")

Thursday, Feb 17th, 2000

I take it like me, many of you are fans of the simpsons. You may also be like me in the fact that you can spout off lines and facts from any episode. And maybe you also thought pulp fiction wasn't half bad. In my search to figure out why they killed off Maude(I'm guessing for ratings and something to do with the actors voice), I came across this. (warning: horrible midi music will play)

I know I'm a couple days behind on this, but I mention this primarily for the benefit of fenomas, who loves to see any sign that America is a little closer to our decline and fall as an Empire. A few days ago, Fox aired a steaming pile of programming called "Who wants to marry a multi-millionaire?" Basically a combination of a beauty pageant and white slavery. OK, if that doesn't prove us to be a fat, lazy, decadent culture, I don't know what will. We're like thiiiiiiis close to staging gladiatorial combats between death-row inmates and electing leaders by holding fucking contests.

Not everyone can appreciate this, but if you've ever played Everquest, then you should see this.

It amazes me that coming to a job could make me as incredibly pissed off as it does. I don't know how they work it. It's almost as if a little switch flips in my brain as I approach this building and the rage begins to build like a shaken bottle of cola. The managers (who are supposed to be the HR and customer service counterparts to my position) have somehow assumed more power than this company has ever given them and are now trying to "put us in our place". Or at least that's how I perceive it. I answer questions for technicians and call-coach them and deal with tickets that need to be sent to other departments and basically work my nuts to the grindstone every day I'm here. I don't take breaks ,don't take lunches and work more than 11 hours straight four days a week. And now they want us to be "more accountable" for what we do. They've made up a rigid schedule of who's doing what for how many minutes, and are going to make us take incoming customer calls to "keep us sharp". Well, you know what keeps me sharp is the fact that I take well over a hundred calls from techs every day and probably fix half the calls that come in during my shift. And I scrutinize at least three calls every day to help our technicians improve their performance. I do half the job of my manager and twice what I have to do for my position. It seems to me like they just want to make a more noticeable separation between themselves and us. God forbid someone might mistake me for their manager because I'm the only person they ever see who helps them. Of course, to get ahead in this world, you've got to "play ball" (read as kiss ass), but coming from a job at a Porn Store I have never been one of those kiss ass people. I can't afford to lose my job right now, so I'm just going to rant here to save my own sanity for the time being, until I can walk right up to them and say, "Fuck you, why don't you try to do my job."

Nice job on the write-up on getting laid in japan, fenomas, i'm on my way. And maybe I should take this moment to point out Zebulun's wonderful post in our message board area, a guide to not having sex with men. Sort of. Gosh, his webpage looks so corporate that I wouldn't have guessed at his penchant for filthy, filthy pr0n. Well, Zeb, just because your page makes ours look embarassingly poorly-designed don't mean you get to spew your degenerate pre-versions all over our nice clean message board.

Wednesday, Feb 16th, 2000

Allow me to draw your attention to the articles section, where I have just posted my life's work, the Guide to Getting Laid in Japan.

73min hold times make for some happy customers. Infact I could post a gillzion stories about stupid shit today. But I figure I've spammed enough up on here. If you want me to post some up just send me an email and I'll post a few up.

User: My new modem won't work! I just bought it 5 mins ago.
Me: Hmmm did you buy your modem from us? (trick question we don't sell modems, nor do we install them, call your damn oem!)

Its sad when my favorite time of the day at work is listening to voicemail. The little flashing green light brings a smile to my face. None of the voicespams are worth a damn but it kills time. For the 5 mins I spend in voicemail it's 5 less mins that I'm on a call with a complete moron. This gives me the time to write updates.. Like this one.

User:Your software is defective! I have an iMAC (uh oh warning right there) and I know that it works! Your software won't let me quit!
Me: Have your tried File -> Quit
User: You guys need to fix this software before you mess up someones computer
Me: Mam I assure you the software is fine. Please just to humor me click File -> Quit.
User: Fine! ... ...... (time passes) Ok it quit
Me: Anything else I can help you with?
User: Umm are you not listening! Your software is defective! It wouldn't let me quit.
Me: You just quit though.
User: Right! It quit... why didn't it quit before?
Me: Did you tell it to quit?
User: Well I typed in 'q-u-i-t'
Me: Well to have it actually quit your going to need to select File->Quit next time.
User: Well, someone should look into this software what a horrible setup. You need to be a NASA engineer to figure this out.
Me: Yes mam, thank you for calling.

Ashamed to say I check out your page more than I check
my e-mail. Things are fucking hectic around here,
trying to steal customers away from there DSL ISP's is
no easy task, especially when they've all had such
fucked up experiences getting connected in the first
place. I'm currently talking with the guy that runs
this show about getting our tech support a bit more
fortified, so don't think that I'm blowing you off. If
you want to send me your resume that would be cool,
and I can keep you at the top of the list when we
really start moving on that shit. We're moving kind of
slow on administrative stuff 'cause we're going
through our first round of private funding in the next
couple of weeks. 

From the mailbag:

hey man,

I work at an ISP here in the Portland area. who do you
work for? do they suck? do you want to work for us? we
are only four people deep right now and need someone
to help us get our tech support up and running. You
seem to have talent and a functioning brain, any
interest in getting out of there?

Let me just say this now, so everyone understands: when I walk, I lay tracks like a fucking Indy car. I'm serious folks, I walk fast. I walk pretty fast on a normal basis, but when it's cold and I'm late I really move. This morning I was walking down the freeway and I passed these old people driving along in their Cadillac STS. They scowled at me and shook their wrinkled little fists and yelled at me to slow down. So I flipped them off like I always do and wished I had somewhere to press ham. Oh well, you can't win 'em all.

Well well well! Lookie what we have here....
In response to Eod's last post: X Bra was a product that I had found and simply wanted to poke a little fun at. Well since this post caused commotion I decided to look into the X Bra company a little closer. After reviewing their files I was astonished to find this:

It seems EOD did a little ad campaign for X BRA a while back and didn't want any of us to find out.. Heheh! Well the secrets out, and I'm sure Eod can relax a little better!
Oh by the way, Nice chest! How Do You Do it!