Rambling Rhodes

I am pretty, oh so pretty

Thanks to Etienne, who really should get a blog, and who really has Photoshop skills that creep me out, we get the following marriage of Rambling Rhodes and ScratchyMonkey.

You know, my right front tooth is fake, but it's not that dark looking. It's nice to have hair again though.

Twinkie Contest

Go ahead, bust a rhyme.

Like Matter and Anti-Matter

What happens when a picture from this blog is combined with this, thanks to this guy?

Ironical

I dislike high gas prices just as much as the next guy, provided that next isn't an oil tycoon, I mean. I hate filling up my car with the knowledge that I'm pumping $2+ per gallon into my machine. In an ideal world, I could take a shit in the tank, and the car would run for 400 miles on that single dump, while only polluting the air with a foul-smelling water vapor. Fart Cars, we'd call them.

I realize that, since I choose to own a vehicle and drive it, I don't have much reason to bitch about the cost of fuel, so I rarely do. I just kind of have to accept it as one of those uncomfortable financial realities I take in the ass in the name of vehicular convenience.

So, yesterday, I was in a local convenience store, buying pop and a pizza, when this guy comes in purely pissed off about something.

"fucking gas prices, man!" he blurted to the clerk as he dug for his credit card. "They're fucking killing me! If prices get as high as I'm hearing, it's going to fucking be the end of me! How do they expect people to live with prices like this? fuck!"

I followed the man in line, purchased my goods, and exited the store.

And then I watched that same angry guy board his black, shiny, enormous, completely impractical Hummer and drive away.

And I had to laugh. Because that was pretty funny, and I had just started thinking about Fart Cars, which is pretty funny too.

Feelings

GIRLFRIEND: What does it feel like to have a boner?

ME: Like you have to do something about it.

Geeking Out

Okay, so, Friday night, I'm logged in and playing Star Wars Galaxies. I'm not doing anything all that interesting, when another player sends me a message:

Gremil: Hey, you on?

Me: Yeah.

Gremil: Wanna do something fun?

Me: Sure, why not.

Gremil: Let's go hunt Great Dune Kimoglia's (GDKs) on Lok (a planet).

Me: They usually kill me right away.

Gremil: Nah, you just need better armor. Here, I'll send you the location of a great armor vendor.

Me: Okay.

*receive location*

Me: I'm at the vendor now. This armor is way expensive.

Gremil: Trust me, it's the best.

Me: Okay.

*I proceed to buy over 600k credits worth of armor*

Me: Ouch. That was spendy.

Gremil: You got it?

Me: Yeah.

Gremil: Cool. Let's go.

*We proceed to hunt GDKs for about an hour, with minimal success and me coming close to dying about as much as I normally would*

Me: I've had enough. I'm going to bed.

Gremil: Alright. Oh, and about the whole armor thing?

Me: Yeah?

Gremil: April Fools!

Me: &@#$*#$*&^@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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