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Buenos Dias!!
You have just received a Mexican virus!!!!!
Since we are not so technologically advanced in Mexico, this is a manual virus. Please delete all the files on your hard drive and send this e-mail to everyone you know.
Thank you for helping me.
Julio Garcia,
Mexican hacker
I’ve been watching Survivor all season long (yes, I’m a loser) and am a little wrapped up in the characters and their machinations. The big season finale is on tonight, when I would finally find out if the girls got their shit together and voted “Johnny Fairplay” off the island. It’s on right now, recording on Tivo, and the plan was to dive into the Survivor/Tivo goodness in about a half hour.
Until I read the Yahoo new headlines. Which gave the ending away by trumpeting who the winner is.
I hate when that happens. Same thing happened in the first season, when a last-minute headline spoiled a season’s worth of build-up.
The solution, I think, is clear: Stop watching Survivor.
Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
Okay, this is one fucked-up quiz.
Tits on top, dick on the bottom… It’s the new white meat!
You may be aspiring to be a shemale yourself,
or perhaps you just like to find them to fuck.
There’s nothing better than a sexual Transformer!
This is me:
This is who I was hoping for:
And this is who I think I’m closest to:
One of the proudest moments in my life is when my college girlfriend said I reminded her of John Cusack in The Sure Thing because that’s who I secretly wanted to be. She eventually dumped me, of course, but we had nowhere to go but down after the Cusack comment anyway.
Say Anything, though… Man… That was so me when I saw it. I felt like they’d made a movie about me. That’s the one that gets me in the heart.
Gib is who I wanted to be, but Lloyd is who I really was. This David Shayne guy… I don’t even know who that is. I hate Woody Allen movies.
Fuck it. Call me Power Lloyd.
I just tried to go to Pussy Ranch, my favorite stripper’s website and access was DENIED from Shibby. It came up for second, then the screen wiped and a message popped up saying its content might not be suitable for a public access kiosk. I refreshed the page and it simply said access to that site had been blocked for sexual content.
Damn, now I’ve ruined it for everybody. Sorry, DG…
I too couldn’t resist. And now I’m a little bit disturbed by this.
You are the Girl Next Door. You’re the sweet one.
The quiet one. The one that he doesn’t realize
he’s got until you’re gone.
What Type Of Retro Gal Are You?
I mean, who knew I was so freakin’ nice???
Careful readers of Pie already know I have a new cell phone — a new camera-equipped cell phone. Because, you know, I’m a big ol’ geek and always have to have the newest toys — or at least the ones I can afford, because I haven’t yet been able to reach the New Harley Toys plateau.
Anyway, me and my new phonecam (camphone?) have been out and about and have shared many adventures. And because I’m a giver (that’s “giver,” not “big ol’ geek”) I’ve set up a moblog where you can see what me and my phonecam have seen. Enjoy!
(I do apologize for the title, though:)
(Ouch.)
How well you remember the 80’s is a good indicator of how many drugs you did. I scored 54.6 on this quiz. That either means I did too many or not enough. Or maybe it was just the right amount. It felt right at the time, but that could have just been me settling for what I could afford. Whatever; now I’ve got a new crop of earworms.
I get a buttload of spam, and most of it concerns either where I can get Viagra dirt cheap or how I can increase the size of my member.
Spam isn’t targeted advertising, is it? Or … is Beth submitting my name to the sites that sell this stuff???
Hmm…
Posting from a Shibby terminal in the Denver airport because I’m just that kind of geek on the go. Next stop: Burbank airport.
Boarding begins immediately. See ya…