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March 2006 - Posts

That Which Was Stolen shamelessly from niburu33 is now stolen shamelesslier from SacredPotato
From Colin's site: This is an old one, but it's priceless when it works, and this time it's beautiful: Put your playlist on shuffle. Take the first 20 songs and add "in my pants" to the end of the song title Hand In My Pocket in my pants [Can You Tell Read More...
Half of a tenth of a thousand things that you want to know about me
What is your middle name? I have two of them. David and Paul, in that order. What size is your bed? Queen. You know - like Elizabeth. What are you listening to right now? The ambient sounds of my apartment, combined with an episode of the Simpsons I've Read More...
As your attorney, I advise you to buy a motorcycle. And tell the truth, you fucking swine!
This is something that has to be said. There's no specific event that has sparked this rant, it's just something that's been boiling in my head for a while. And like all head boils, sometimes they explode in a rush of UTF-16 encoded text. I do pretty Read More...
Tastes like filth. Filth with ketchup.
I am now entering the last week of my weight loss program, and have lost a grand total of 56 lbs, which leaves me approximately 15 lbs short of my goal weight. That's not an admission of failure or defeat - it was never my goal to lose ( not loose ) all Read More...
For Marie, and the rest of you Irish folk...
Happy St. Patrick's Day. Read More...
What do you want on your tombstone?
There's a Fark Photoshop contest about nerd tombstones. When I die, I want my tombstone to say: </Life> Quite to the point, no? Read More...
Where Usefulness Ends
It's nearly 11:00 on a Friday night, and I've plenty to report. Today was generally just a suck day all around, and it's left me with little enthusiasm for dealing with other humans. My officemate at work left early, and - in my typical fashion - I closed Read More...