the man's got somethin' to say
Well, Ryan Reynold's (the actor, not the guy you know with the same name. If you know someone by this name that is. If you don't know someone by this name-not just personally either, i'm talking a bloke you may have heard of-then just ignore the previous sentence. Well two sentences if you're going to get particular) has got a myspace account including a blog.
Anyways, it's some funny shit. Funny and serious all at the same time. Some not-so-thinly-veiled social commentary. My favourite. You have to read his blog entries. Go on, I fuckin' dare ya! The blog's linked to the right.
Excerpt:
...Earlier today, while enjoying the everyday low-prices at Wal-Mart, I was working my way through the feather-duster/decommissioned Tomahawk Cruise Missile aisle, when I began to pick up speed, eventually bringing myself to a full sprint. In doing so, I allowed a dark look of mincing terror to cross my face as I began screaming to anyone who'd listen that I was being pursued by a horrible swarm of Africanized bees. In addition to the horrible swarm of Africanized bees, I told one Wal-Mart enthusiast that I was also experiencing stroke symptoms and early signs of Projectile Avian Flu. Because Wal-Mart's employee medical benefits rival that of an underground meth lab in Fresno, panic soon spread to the other aisles, including the one in which you buy guns, ammo and inflatable Dick Cheney action figures w/optional soul and notarized contract with Lucifer. Before long, all 35,000 hectares of shopping arena were enraptured with full-blown gonzo hysterics...
quote for the day:
"Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others..."
- Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)
Anyways, it's some funny shit. Funny and serious all at the same time. Some not-so-thinly-veiled social commentary. My favourite. You have to read his blog entries. Go on, I fuckin' dare ya! The blog's linked to the right.
Excerpt:
...Earlier today, while enjoying the everyday low-prices at Wal-Mart, I was working my way through the feather-duster/decommissioned Tomahawk Cruise Missile aisle, when I began to pick up speed, eventually bringing myself to a full sprint. In doing so, I allowed a dark look of mincing terror to cross my face as I began screaming to anyone who'd listen that I was being pursued by a horrible swarm of Africanized bees. In addition to the horrible swarm of Africanized bees, I told one Wal-Mart enthusiast that I was also experiencing stroke symptoms and early signs of Projectile Avian Flu. Because Wal-Mart's employee medical benefits rival that of an underground meth lab in Fresno, panic soon spread to the other aisles, including the one in which you buy guns, ammo and inflatable Dick Cheney action figures w/optional soul and notarized contract with Lucifer. Before long, all 35,000 hectares of shopping arena were enraptured with full-blown gonzo hysterics...
quote for the day:
"Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others..."
- Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)
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