tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56812332011-04-21T12:20:11.004-07:00Dorks Don't Rock.The Cup Says "SUPURRR PURRRSON". Try saying that outloud.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comBlogger5681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1155276685518975592006-08-10T23:05:00.000-07:002006-08-10T23:11:25.536-07:00Me and Super Fat Aerobics Cat wish you a happy weekend. We're serious. Look at my face. You better have a fucking good weekend.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1153035950943803022006-07-16T00:41:00.000-07:002006-07-16T00:45:50.956-07:00Happy 1st Birthday Nephew Will!And here's something uniquely Seattle ... A clown driving a Saab, drinking an energy drink.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1151988115154329072006-07-03T21:37:00.000-07:002006-07-03T21:44:04.726-07:00Hard hearts and haters of love-a-lots, turn your heads.I mean ... how could you not marry that.The cute one tells the sweaty man a fun secret ...I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1151824472469623322006-07-02T00:12:00.000-07:002006-07-02T00:14:32.480-07:00There's also the theory that says rolling your own cigarettes allows you to discriminate between tabacoo with carcinogens and that without. The theory is of course the brain baby of Dr. Brent Kinkade.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1151553451171504162006-06-28T20:52:00.000-07:002006-06-29T20:09:36.746-07:00 At the local QFC tonight ...The dudes, pushing 50 each, grey hair and hiking boots, ventilated ball caps - the dudes in front of us bought 3 bottles of wine and two six packs of beer."That'll be seventy-four fifty-six," says the cashier.They pay and scoot along."Did those guys just pay 74 dollars for beer and stuff?" I ask as I put in my club card number."Yep," says the cashier, "Well, that and I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1151104423174224412006-06-23T16:11:00.000-07:002006-06-23T16:14:20.673-07:00There is no scientific proof that smoking mini cigars is better for you than smoking cigarettes ... but there are a shit load of inaccurate voices in my head that tell me it's all right.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1150609918290275492006-06-17T22:50:00.000-07:002006-06-17T22:53:15.993-07:00Spend Saturday nights with the one you love.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1150508625882626942006-06-16T18:42:00.000-07:002006-06-16T19:34:05.866-07:00I'm just great.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1136617758116443642006-01-06T23:01:00.000-08:002006-01-08T09:11:46.830-08:00Jesus M. Applesauce, dressing up like Santa for other people is a special joy that only a few get to do. A lucky few.I'm a lucky guy.Thanks.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1135707603347965122005-12-27T10:06:00.000-08:002005-12-27T10:21:28.063-08:00Ladies and gentlemen, the future Mrs. R. Girl DiDi Claus Kinkade.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1130819733213029102005-10-31T20:24:00.000-08:002005-10-31T20:37:28.163-08:00These are actual conversations I've had with my father.Now here's an actual conversation I had last week in an elevator:Me: (IN AN ELEVATOR) Life in an eleva-tor, singin' a song while I'm goin' dooowwowwowwnnnnn-uh!(An older man gets on. Maybe he's 70.)Older man: Hello.Me: Good afternoonOlder man: Is it? I guess it is.Me: It is. And it's almost the weekend.Older man: That's right! It is.Me: I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1130818793463607142005-10-31T19:40:00.000-08:002005-10-31T20:23:16.240-08:00Did you like "Shawn of the Dead" but hate how the living and the zombies didn't get along?Well, come see the two-man play, acted out here by The Male Part of the Lovely Couple and my friend Jared, "Shawn of the Dead Redux: The Smilinging". It's more hugs!Premise BAD! Movie based on flawed assumptions of audience's reaction to original script! Movie fail!I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1130269722908645762005-10-25T12:46:00.000-07:002005-10-25T12:51:35.960-07:00Look! It's my very first professional business card!And, yes, those black bars are really on the card.I wanted people to know my name and my importance, but not how to get in touch with me.That just leads to complications.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1130115786721261532005-10-23T17:23:00.000-07:002005-10-23T18:05:28.903-07:00Here are my drawings from a game of Pictionary with my friend Jared.As you can see, I am a horrible artist. That monkey? Dude didn't know it was a monkey until I wrote "monkey" next to it.Technically, that's cheating in Pictionary. So, that's why I prefer using Microsoft paint ... And pumpkins.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1129530084635818242005-10-16T23:09:00.000-07:002005-10-16T23:51:30.876-07:00 How to use your free you're welcome card.1) Receive a thank you card.2) Print out your free card.3 ) Fold it. You know how to fold it.It's that easy.Don't let others have the last word in generous deeds.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1127413174777972122005-09-22T11:11:00.000-07:002005-09-22T13:54:18.050-07:00What this book pre-supposes is that Edna survives her attempted suicide at the end of The Awakening. Instead of drowning in the ocean, she is rescued at the last minute by a pack of dolphins.Grateful, Edna swims off to live with the dolphins. At first, she's really enjoying all the fish and the ball balancing. But one day, a chauvinist dolphin asks her to lay out his pajamas and tend to the I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1127354196245461432005-09-21T18:27:00.000-07:002005-09-21T18:59:22.216-07:00This is my crime show ... Fuck That Shit: SeattleIn it, I play what they call a "crime scene" "investigator". But, I'm not one for nasty shit like bones or when dead people poop themselves. I am, however, pretty good at diagnosing when something is shit and when we should just say, "Fuck it".But, seriously ... if you ever find a dead body, don't ask me to go look at it with you. I will be so I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1126806161417358062005-09-15T10:30:00.000-07:002005-09-15T20:13:47.363-07:00The other night I bought da 2nd seazon of Ali G and Serpico on DVD. I was appalled-APPALLED- to see that in this post-9/11 world people are still- STILL- putting DVDs out in full screen format.This means there are people out there who still get annoyed by "the black bars".I once tried to teach some of the farming community members of my family that "the black bars" actually allowed you to see theI'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1126717140945083862005-09-14T09:42:00.000-07:002005-09-14T11:21:26.616-07:00My God, look at how handsome this child is! And so calm too.R. Girl and I have been babysitting Will these past couple of weekends. He just stares at us with those eyes, gets bored, falls asleep and then (PRECIOUS!) laughs in his sleep.Actually, R. Girl has been doing most of the "sitting" part. I just kind of wander into his field of vision now and again to announce "You's a baby. A baaaabeeee! I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1126632476089041092005-09-13T10:07:00.000-07:002005-09-15T20:13:04.363-07:00Last night, grocery shopping. Produce section.I'm pushing my cart along, trying to figure out the difference between an English cucumber and a regular one. "Don't ask, you'll look stupid. Just assume they're all grown by men in little hats," I think.All of a sudden!There are these two small kids running around me. I'm dodging them. Then some kid barely big enough to push a cart is pushing a cart I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1126382640221359902005-09-10T12:41:00.000-07:002005-09-10T13:04:00.236-07:00To celebrate my job success, R. Girl offered to take me anywhere I wanted to go for dinner.I racked my brain good, 'cause a special meal makes for a special day. My final decision was this ..-A giant sandwich from Safeway.-A bottle of Vodka.-Eating while watching T.V.Doesn't that sound better than Applebee's?So, after the sandwich was chewed and the vodka was spent and R. Girl had passed out ... I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1126294786800931152005-09-09T12:12:00.000-07:002005-09-10T00:28:48.316-07:00I GOT A NEW JOB! I GOT A NEW JOB!I GET TO USE MY DEGREE!GOODBYE, RUBBERHEAD FACTORY!I am gonna get outOf this rubber-headed land.I should have run away long agoBut the benefits were too good, man.You know you couldn't hold me forever,Crumble Cheeks and Wig Wolf, too.I'm not a caveman with a head of rubber.This boy's too learned to be stuck here with yoooooou.So, goodbye, Rubberhead factory,Where I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1126279725017546652005-09-09T08:11:00.000-07:002005-09-09T10:18:10.693-07:00Say, who's that freshly hair-cutted guy who likes his politics leaning left and his lady tinting red? That's me.A website put my picture on the internet. I'm immortal.------The other day, walking by a fountain ...R. Girl: (pulling her hand out of the pool surrounding the fountain) Hey, that water's pretty warm. Warmer than expected.Me: Hmmmm. Like you want to cook some broccoli in it?R. Girl:I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1125729827674026272005-09-02T23:28:00.000-07:002005-09-03T09:37:48.906-07:00I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1125602667774685932005-09-01T12:06:00.000-07:002005-09-01T14:29:42.263-07:00History, doing what it does.And to those of you who read this site on a regular basis for my testicle jokes and stories of the neanderthals I know ... I appologize if I've been a lil' too political lately. It's just ... it's just ... the man went golfing after the worst storm in our nation's history had destroyed a city!And then he pretended to be a rockstar - AAAARRRGGHHH - and he wants you to I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1125432841962399832005-08-30T13:03:00.000-07:002005-08-30T14:40:47.696-07:00In response to Eva's question about whether I had heard of the "Flying Spaghetti Monster" religion, I said "Yes" and that I had a similar idea.Well, this is it. Batmanity.Batmanists follow the teachings of Batman, a.k.a. Bruce Wayne of Gotham City, the only son of Thomas Wayne. They believe that Thomas Wayne died for his son.At the core of Batmanity is the resurrection of Bruce Wayne as The I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1125334655697514202005-08-29T09:52:00.000-07:002005-08-29T09:59:31.723-07:00Why you gotta ask 'dem questions? Dem questions is killing our boys in I-Rack. It not their shoddy equipment, limited troop numbers or lack of a long-term plan. It cause you an' some dead boy's momma ask dem questions.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1125087507927383322005-08-26T13:16:00.000-07:002005-08-26T13:20:08.956-07:00Angels ain't got nothing better to do.Confused? See previous post.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1125076313925361082005-08-26T10:11:00.000-07:002005-08-26T12:20:39.886-07:00"Intelligent Math": Everything beyond 6th grade addin' and dividin' is just too complicated. God knows the quadratic equation so I don't have to."Intelligent Commuting": I don't understand how all the gears and internal combustions work in my car. It's too complicated. I'm going to go wait on the corner for an angel to pick me up and fly me to work."Intelligent Humping": The naughty parts on a I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124899021771338062005-08-24T08:32:00.000-07:002005-08-24T11:22:06.290-07:00Did you read about the Utah rave that was busted up by the police? Using guns and helicopters to scare club kids and beating to the ground those that resist? Come on.Why would you do that? Could it be because Boy Prince George W. was coming to town? Maybe the ravers would get all wired on their Rockstar sodas and their herbal extasy and then, OH NO!, someone might say some mean things about the I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124817717868999822005-08-23T10:15:00.000-07:002005-08-23T10:26:09.313-07:00Man, get that song stuck in your head. It jazzes up any situation."Back then I didn't want chips, now it's lunch and I'm all 'bout chips.""Back then I had clean socks, a week later I need to do laundry."That's right, jazzes.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124471836243129862005-08-19T10:16:00.000-07:002005-08-19T10:28:54.126-07:00It's the oldest joke in the squirrel world.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124405935346554202005-08-18T15:51:00.000-07:002005-08-18T16:05:24.103-07:00If I, say, held a journalism degree from a respectable institution, I'd have a weekly segment on the nightly news called "Dream Comes True".I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124312798489655412005-08-17T14:03:00.000-07:002005-08-17T14:09:42.756-07:00This is where people come to see pictures of dudes flexin' their stuff in Tiananmen Square.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124215892370515372005-08-16T11:02:00.000-07:002005-08-16T11:20:21.143-07:00On DaddiesMe: (Seeing something about "Daddy" on T.V.) Oh, she just wants her Daddy.R. Girl: What about a Daddy?Me: You need a Daddy, you bad lil' girl.R. Girl: Ooooo!Me: Speaking of Dads, how are your parents doing?R. Girl: OK, that's an awkward change of topics.On EminemMe: Remember when Eminem was new and dangerous? It was like "Hey, this dude's a little crazy and he's hanging out with Dr. DreI'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1124085750353750642005-08-14T22:16:00.000-07:002005-08-15T09:01:21.770-07:00A gorilla skull for me. Notice how it isn't a human skull with flames shooting out of the eyes? That's the look I was going for. The non socket flame look.And new toe tattoos for R. Girl. You can't be a pretty girl if you ain't got red stars on your toes, ladies.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123868243375292722005-08-12T10:34:00.000-07:002005-08-12T13:18:01.336-07:00Sometimes, late at night, I wonder what Hamburgarr is up to.Fight injustice this weekend, reader. Stand up for the little guy named Democracy.Remember, Democracy isn't Bill O'Reilly and Matt Drudge telling a grieving war mother to shut up. Democracy isn't stealing billions in oil money and then dipping your finger in purple ink.You know what Democracy really is. Now go get 'em, Tigers.___________I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123788397308574302005-08-11T11:59:00.000-07:002005-08-11T12:39:01.053-07:00We were short a "follower" at swing dancin' again this week. That meant our instructor had to fill in. This means dancing with a dude is becoming a regular thing in my life.So, we were reviewing the underhand turn. You know, rock step, basic triple step, back into a rock step, hand up, follower turns, finish out triple step, back together, basic triple step. The usual.Everything's going just I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123623618812367552005-08-09T14:35:00.000-07:002005-08-09T14:42:29.680-07:00Anyone feel like breaking the law?I'm trying to find a copy of Danger Mouse's "The Grey Album", but I just can'ts.There's a backrub in it for whoever helps me.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123524917744308632005-08-08T10:58:00.000-07:002005-08-08T12:52:03.720-07:00During the 1990's, at the height of the "War On Drugs" and the D.A.R.E. campaign, there was an increase in drug usage.The "War on Terror" has created more terrorism.So, our "Wars On (Fill In Politically Popular Action)" tend to lead to more of whatever we're fighting?Man, I can't wait until we start the "War on Free Hamburgers".Come on people! Get behind the "War on Free Hamburgers"!We need to I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123220444674260632005-08-04T22:05:00.000-07:002005-08-05T10:03:57.330-07:00 R. Girl had the power to stop Evil Brent all along. Kind of makes you think, dorks. What evil could you stop if you really tried?Could you dethrone an evil king? Could you make it all the way back to Kansas? You think about that while I go make out with my girlfriend.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123172166354231862005-08-04T09:03:00.000-07:002005-08-04T10:57:29.336-07:00 President Bush phoned Discovery's astronauts on Tuesday, thanking them for being "risk takers for the sake of exploration." ... "We are with you and wish you all the very best. Thanks for taking my phone call. Now get back to work," the president said.And then, the very next day the man went on a FIVE WEEK VACATION!Oh, the new precipices of evil this man is reaching! The evil balls it takes toI'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123049115248342452005-08-02T22:46:00.000-07:002005-08-05T19:11:43.716-07:00(Oh yeeeeeaaah, did you see how she got carrots instead of a remote ... FIVE HOURS LATER! Best plotting on my part yet.)Tonight at swing dance lessons we were short a chicky.That meant our male dance instructor had to fill in a chicky spot. So, you dance with a chick for a while (usually old smelling like carmel) and then switch. Well, guess what, I've now danced with a man.We were practicing I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1123029031832371472005-08-02T17:21:00.000-07:002005-08-03T12:04:53.120-07:00 Evil Brent's List of Things To Do 1.)Don't return my Mom's phone calls.2.) Put a cage in the fridge. Don't give key to cat. If cat gets key, don't teach cat how to use key.3.) Make sure that cat isn't touching my stuff (This includes stuff in fridge. {SEE: Item #2}).4.) Vote Republican5.) Prank calls. ("Do you have men in cans? No? You should. They are good for business." Talk to people about I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1122865756640483882005-07-31T19:39:00.000-07:002005-08-02T08:43:35.860-07:00I was at Old Navy (a.k.a. Retard Junction) today trying to find this pair of corduroys in my size.Thing is I couldn't find them, 'cause it's all retarded.So, I told this anorexic chicky that I needed her to look for a pair, you know, work for a living. I told her my size, then I told her to hurry up.She comes back to me and says "I found them. I found them in the maternity section."Now, I'm huskyI'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1122657866780535272005-07-29T10:15:00.000-07:002005-07-29T11:40:14.600-07:00Other dreams of mine include:-Teaching myself how to fix up a boat.-Stopping a robbery.-Waiting in a crowd to shake the President's hand and then doing that "Psyyyyyyche!" move.What are your secret dreams, reader? Go on, tell.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1122567410275134512005-07-28T09:14:00.000-07:002005-07-28T17:29:59.526-07:00I wish stores had a "Half of These Damned Songs Are Just A Guy Standing Too Close To His Amp And Some Other Guy Banging On Something" return policy.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1122486495182264202005-07-27T10:41:00.000-07:002005-07-27T15:42:59.943-07:00If the news is just giving you a song and dance, you might as well enjoy it. Right?Case in point:What's the name of the missing, rich, white girl in Aruba?How many of our soldiers died on Sunday?The answers? Why do you give a fuck and eight.-----------"Say," I said last night, "What if I made you walk behind me and wear one of those covers over your face?""Then I'd kick you in the balls and I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1122054839637587622005-07-22T10:37:00.000-07:002005-07-22T13:34:38.566-07:00Every Friday Gumball has a root beer float and a hood rat.Here's hoping y'all get your float and hood rat on this weekend. Have fun!I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121964037238101532005-07-21T09:29:00.000-07:002005-07-21T11:05:31.213-07:00Didn't anyone see Goodfellas?You know, the scene where they lift the guy's truck and he runs into the restaurant yelling "Hey, you got a phone? Two n*****s just stole my truck. You believe that shit, huh? You fuckin' believe that?"Well, that scene played out in London today.Staff at a central London hospital were told Thursday to look out for an Asian or black man with wires protruding from his I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121884110778859932005-07-20T11:27:00.000-07:002005-07-20T11:32:59.230-07:00It's such a nice day. Have two cones.Yesterday, my Mom and I went to Wendy's after I picked her up at the airport.I ordered the spicy chicken sandwich."Man, why do I always order the spicy chicken sandwich," I said after two bites. "I don't like spicy things, but I always end up getting this sandwich that I can't stand eating.""That's right," Mom said, "You don't even eat jalapenoes do you?""I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121793030180681342005-07-19T10:00:00.000-07:002005-07-19T10:21:06.346-07:00Driving through my apartment complex the other day, I notice a big fat crow around the garbage dumpsters. The damn thing had a gut. When have you ever seen a gut on a crow?"Hey," I say to R. Girl, "Look at that big, fat crow over there."I turn to point out the bird. Staring back at me is one of my Arican-American neighbors. He must not have seen the bird, but he sure as hell heard me."Oh, man," II'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121529472513163272005-07-16T08:47:00.000-07:002005-07-19T09:38:07.726-07:00 William R. Kinkade was born at 11:07 p.m. on July 15, 2005. He has a big head and big feet like his Dad.R. Girl shows Will how much fun it is to get your chin rubbed. I love getting MY chin rubbed! Uncle Brent and Poppa Kyle celebrate.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121448650995730592005-07-15T10:28:00.000-07:002005-07-15T11:03:09.150-07:00My good ol' Buddy Kurtis reminded me of the names I came up with for my kids.Rumplestilts is the grumpy one.Heine is the yummy one.Munch and Pump are twins. They always get really quiet when I enter a room. I tend to turn around and leave quickly becase it's creepy to have a munchkin and a pumpkin starring at you in silence.______Things to remember to do.1.) Ask Dad why they're called "semi" I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121366227072792182005-07-14T11:32:00.000-07:002005-07-14T11:37:37.483-07:00Look, it's Jenna Bush doing something!And what's she doing? Why she's giving a young Tanzanian boy a gift.And what's the gift? A picture of her pet!Aww, yes, I can hear that old African aid ditty right now.We are the World.We are the Children.We are the ones who travel to Tanzania and give pictures of our pets to little boys who would much rather have nutrition or some medicine.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121287458296426582005-07-13T13:38:00.000-07:002005-07-14T10:13:52.773-07:00A conversation with a Rubberhead:Cancer Lips: Say, I need some of that thing.Me: Oh? What thing is that?Cancer Lips: Oh, you know. That thing ... A trash compactor.Me: What?Cancer Lips: You know what I'm talking about.Me: I have NO idea what you're talking about.Oh, my, my, my.... the world is full of rubberheads, full of 'em. I just need to get out of their headquarters.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121201233856441492005-07-12T13:43:00.000-07:002005-07-12T15:11:56.606-07:00It's Zombie Awareness Week!Also, be aware that you are more likely to die from falling off a ladder than in a terrorist attack. Is your government manipulating your fears like you were the audience of a bad zombie movie?(The answer is "Yes".)I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121117543136015592005-07-11T14:31:00.000-07:002005-07-12T09:36:10.020-07:00I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1121104523178133852005-07-11T10:54:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:55:23.180-07:00Never forget. Always aim for a zombie's head.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1120889364250494322005-07-08T22:20:00.000-07:002005-07-09T08:52:32.403-07:00How does Brent Kinkade enjoy a day off? First, have some lunch with my brother before his life changes forever with the birth of his son. The due date is tomorrow. Hooray, Circle of Life!Visit Jimi Hendrix's grave as I've meant to for two years. Boo, Drug Abuse! Grow a beard. Go to bed. (Lamp trivia: That lamp in the shadows back there has a monkey for a base. It's a damn monkey wearing a suit.)I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1120235155419468622005-07-01T09:25:00.000-07:002005-07-01T11:56:58.950-07:00I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1120150708234207312005-06-30T09:58:00.000-07:002005-06-30T15:54:31.253-07:00The long hair, the slim fitted shirt, the look of reluctant apathy. This man is a hipster and his shirt says "Please Kill Me".Is there anything sadder than a man trying so hard to be removed from society's labels that he wants to kill his very being?The hipster is a leming who hates being a leming and wears a t-shirt that says "Where is the Cliff?"___Pssst ... have you read about the secret war?I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1120069067842425182005-06-29T11:17:00.000-07:002005-06-29T11:33:09.836-07:00Ive decided not to finish up the "Bat Night" series.The idea was that terrorists attack a small town, wiping everyone out. Everyone except a small group of bat-wielding patriots.It was sometime last night that I realized, "That's actually kind of stupid. Let's not do that."Often times, I will have ideas that I am convinced are the greatest thing to ever enter a head. Lucky for you, often times II'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119977211048558332005-06-28T09:46:00.000-07:002005-06-28T09:55:17.903-07:00If you're unwilling to accept Kurt Russell as the man who can take off and put on a shirt instantly then you might want to get off this imagination train right now.Man, looking up pictures of Frankie Muniz is a creepy thing for a man in his mid-20s to do._____This past weekend I decided to grill some steaks. Charcoal grilling, ladies, not that's-what-you-got-a-stove-top for sissy boy gas grillinI'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119892416153416772005-06-27T10:13:00.000-07:002005-06-27T10:23:20.553-07:00If you're unwilling to accept Frankie Muniz as the boy who can age instantly then you might want to get off this imagination train right now.My Dad thinks he looks like Kurt Russell. So, naturally when I have to pick someone to play the Dad, I pick Kurt.Just like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119649855780832422005-06-24T14:49:00.000-07:002005-06-24T14:55:53.620-07:00Man, you gotta love Craigslist. Just a bunch of people coming together to sell come couches, show off their wee-wees and discuss Terri Schiavo.Then there was this lady. She wanted to know if any men still wrote poems for their women.I couldn't help but reply.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119640662052535442005-06-24T12:17:00.000-07:002005-06-24T12:17:42.060-07:00If I had a show on MSNBC it'd be called "So, Where's Osama, Prick? With Brent Kinkade".It would just be me sitting around for a half an hour each night asking top officials, "So, where's Osama, prick?".I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119626322846086702005-06-24T08:18:00.000-07:002005-06-24T08:21:17.076-07:00This is the final Violent Stick People.I wanted to wrap this story up for the 15 people who read this site. Look, Hamburgarr showed up!Thanks for all the ideas and the reading.____Does anyone in the Seattle area want to play a lil' disc golf? I'm looking for a friend.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119558843883735322005-06-23T13:31:00.000-07:002005-06-23T13:34:49.786-07:00Bored at work?Maybe you should call the White House (202-456-1111) and suggest that Karl Rove resign for his comments regarding 9/11. I did.Even the staunchest neo-con Republican has to agree that politicizing a national tragedy is disgusting.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119539981926529302005-06-23T08:19:00.000-07:002005-06-23T10:06:54.113-07:00I don't want to be Evan Harris. I've seen "The Bourne Identity". I know what happens next. My girlfriend gets shot and I have to bust through a stained glass window. No, sir.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119472033192975522005-06-22T13:27:00.000-07:002005-06-22T14:27:03.130-07:00Evans enjoy kind of a Southwestern thing in their kitchens. Brents tape a picture of Roger Moore to their fridge and call it a day.___________Last week, as I was disc golfing ....I found someone's disc in one of the rough patches. Written on it was "Johnny Blaze". Disc golf etiqute is to call the number usually written on the back of the disc.For example, my discs say "Kinkade 1-800-I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119372440854569502005-06-21T09:47:00.000-07:002005-06-21T12:09:28.680-07:00A lot has changed since we last visited that rooftop of despair.For one, I quit smoking. I started when I was 13. My lungs were very angry.I've also given up soda. That's right, I said soda. I'll have the occasional unenjoyed diet junk, but that's about it. I haven't gone on a soda binge in almost 7 months.I hardly drink alcohol either. Maybe a glass of wine or two. No more 12-pack-a-night Brent.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1119031000135609192005-06-17T10:56:00.000-07:002005-06-17T11:00:26.190-07:0055% of America agrees with this comic.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118955500164271512005-06-16T13:58:00.000-07:002005-06-16T15:47:14.290-07:00Watching a robot dunk a ball would be like watching an ice cream scoop dance. It'd be stupid. And that's how I know we're safe.____An update on my neighbor Hammer Girl and Her Dude.R. Girl had the other day off from work and got to hear this pleasant and healthy exchange of emotions.Dude: You aren't nothing but a tweaker! You're high on crystal meth and that's why you can't keep a man!Hammer I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118859447249999372005-06-15T11:17:00.000-07:002005-06-16T12:25:26.346-07:00Many ladies have woke up to that note.(Last Panel Trivia: Did you know that law requires any reporter covering a hurricane to show what the storm did to the local telephone poles?)___________Say, were any of you up at 3:30 this morning telling yourself "You aren't going to jail. You aren't going to jail"?If you were, I was cosmically with you.I had this horrible dream that I started up a I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118718943368191652005-06-13T20:15:00.000-07:002005-06-13T20:17:37.883-07:00Provocative questions from The B-Man this late Spring evening.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118542023807811162005-06-11T19:01:00.000-07:002005-06-11T19:07:03.813-07:00Before we begin .... A joke R. Girl made up:Why did Snoop Dogg carry an umbrella?Fo' drizzle ....And now the proof! We had no reason for Iraq! We had our invasion plans before we had our reason!"The US Government's military planning for action against Iraq is proceeding apace ... little thought has been given to creating the political conditions for military action, or the aftermath and how to I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118435416326736742005-06-10T13:30:00.000-07:002005-06-10T13:43:31.750-07:00This is going up in my office.__________Speaking of cars....Today I went in to get my oil changed. You know, instead of working. Well, after changing my oil and a belt they dropped a bomb on me."Yeah, you see how your engine is just shooting out coolant all over our shop? That's not good.""Can you fix that here?" I ask."No. No, we can't."So, I called a mechanic."Yeah, sure, I can fix it. What I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118340937385404082005-06-09T11:15:00.000-07:002005-06-09T11:44:03.393-07:00In every sales office there's a guy with a poster of a Ferrari. Billy Ginsby is that guy.______Last night R. Girl and I were returning from working out ...."I like to do the bench press first, it really opens up my ...""Excuse me. Y'all don't happen to have a wire hanger do you?" asks a neighbor lady standing in the parking lot right outside our apartment."Um, maybe," we say "You locked out of I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118260629662668762005-06-08T12:57:00.000-07:002005-06-08T13:56:55.150-07:00My Dad's been doing a lot of business in China lately. His Chinese friends nicknamed him Da Shan ("Big Mountain"). I figure I gotta make Poppa proud.I don't want to have to do any bangin' or have to go through any initiations or anything. I just want to be Lil' Rocky.When I was a kid I had this irrational fear that street thugs or Mafioso were going to try to get me to join their gangs. I was I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118167293155228002005-06-07T11:01:00.000-07:002005-06-07T12:10:13.340-07:00America might need a time-out.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1118079082308664812005-06-06T10:31:00.000-07:002005-06-06T11:31:50.253-07:00(In 'Predator' I would have played the part of a villager who drops his sandwich when a grenade went off behind him.)If I was a celebrity reporter, my first question would always be "Why are you a dick?". My follow-up question would be "Sucker punch? SUCKER PUNCH!".I'd be a celebrity reporter with unchecked jealousy issues.!!!!! A year from today we'll all drink the blood of The Goat!!!!!I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1117820412958731732005-06-03T10:40:00.000-07:002005-06-03T11:21:08.476-07:00This was the song that greeted me this morning. Since hitting the snooze button was a little much to ask of me, I laid and listened.I'd never noticed the little debate at the end of the song over playing that funky music 'til death."'Til you diiiiiiie!""'Til you diiiiiie?""Oh, 'til you diiiiiiiie!"And, just so you know, that's exactly how I see James Brown leaving this world.All waving his cane I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1117560186023642542005-05-31T10:23:00.000-07:002005-05-31T10:23:06.030-07:00This afternoon, I have a thing. It's important. I've pumped myself up by listening to a tape of myself telling myself that I'm amazing.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1117212735001100292005-05-27T09:52:00.000-07:002005-05-27T17:49:48.316-07:00The premise is that you'll do amazing things for the chicken and once you get the chicken you'll forget all your worries, which might include having been stuck on a deserted island for years and thus losing the love of your life._______Talking to Kyle yesterday about his upcoming kid..."So, how's she going to have the baby? Is she going to go to one of those places where they put you in a pool I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1117123547289622962005-05-26T09:05:00.000-07:002005-05-26T09:43:29.850-07:00When I was a teen some bad guy tried to break into our house. Luckily, a cop saw him.The next day, a police officer came by and told us about what had happened.My Dad flipped. He was to be damned if anyone was going to get their hands on his VCR or Bombay Company accessories.So we installed a security alarm. It worked really well at keeping me in the house after 7 p.m. and letting us know with I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1117040214389010602005-05-25T09:56:00.000-07:002005-05-25T12:41:32.586-07:00These are the things I think about when I'm supposed to be paying attention to the road.And when I do pay attention to the road, I see things like this ...This morning I was stuck behind a semi-truck on my way to work.Why were you stuck? Traffic jam? One lane road?No.In the bottom left corner of the backside of the truck the words "Passing Lane" were written. An arrow above it pointed to the I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116959008157825852005-05-24T11:23:00.000-07:002005-05-24T12:40:02.686-07:00The odds of it happening in your billion year old liberal orgy of history are 1:1.So, if you want me to believe any of your Darwin-smooching evolution hooey than you better find me that banana.If not, leave me be. Got plenty of whittlin' and spittin' to do without your man-on-man theories.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116607869086261552005-05-20T09:51:00.000-07:002005-05-22T15:59:24.673-07:00This weekend, do it!(I did. In the woods.)I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116534919938516392005-05-19T13:35:00.000-07:002005-05-19T14:09:04.636-07:00We are living in a childish time when nerds can't watch Star Wars without it turning into a battle between red and blue states.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116526991467008502005-05-19T11:23:00.000-07:002005-05-19T13:09:17.170-07:00Those shoes have a silicone gel in the sole. It feels like your walking around with two strippers laced to your feet. And that feels like Heaven."How could you ever think to step on rabbits?!?!"'Cause I saw this guy do it once. Repeatedly.It was one afternoon after school in the seventhish grade. My friend down the street and I were building a zipline or hitting bee's nests. Seventh gradish boy I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116434558382368842005-05-18T09:42:00.000-07:002005-05-18T10:33:50.946-07:00At his prom, my grandson will slow dance to Fuck Level: Black's #1 hit, "Fucking Under The Flag".Why didn't anybody tell me that Coldplay was such a good band?OK, one guy did tell me. But, he smiled too much and couldn't be trusted. People who smile too much are the type of people who say, "Wait, wait, you just gotta hear this one song by Usher. It's sooooo good."Just this week I realized how I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116343922696524832005-05-17T08:32:00.000-07:002005-05-17T09:03:49.990-07:00I'm thinking about getting a part-time job.Something starting after 5 with a boss who goes home at 4 would be ideal.Job ideas floating around up there?-Bitter DVD rental clerk-Older bag boy-Sore thumb of a GAP employee-Peanut vendor at Safeco FieldI'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116277694750167562005-05-16T14:08:00.000-07:002005-05-16T14:08:14.756-07:00The new Weezer album (like every Weezer album) did get better the more I listened to it ... BUT for a C.D. that had a sticker on it saying "The most important album of their career" it left little room for anything but perfection rock, which it was not.This morning, sitting at a red light, looking at my keys."Man, I need to get new key rings. Those things have lost all their luster. No shine, no I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116215525036255152005-05-15T20:52:00.000-07:002005-05-15T20:52:05.096-07:00This is the Frosty I got for free because some lady lied about finding a finger in her chili. It's a historical Frosty. But, look at how small that cup is! I didn't know they made cups that small, man. I palmed the cup it's so small.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1116024422117397522005-05-13T15:47:00.000-07:002005-05-13T15:53:44.420-07:00This weekend, hug a blind person. Make sure you tell them you're going to hug them first.Since you want to know me better ....Dorks Don't Rock Presents: The Contents of The Cohiba Box on my Dresser-My checkbook (unbalanced)-My brother Kyle's Zippo lighter, which has "KINKADIUS" inscribed on it.-A Swiss Army Knife.-My friend Chris' San Diego Blockbuster card.-My Blockbuster card.-My King County I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1115833543390175602005-05-11T10:45:00.000-07:002005-05-11T11:10:35.430-07:00The thing is, she really IS blind. But then, why is she holding a book like she's reading it? Peer pressure, maybe? I blame society.Away from the ailments of others ...R. Girl and I have become fans of that "Nanny 911" show. I'm fond of Nanny Deb. She's the asexual Mary Poppins.There's always the montage scene where the nanny's coming into town to solve the problems of a problem-ridden family. I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1115744934694665272005-05-10T10:08:00.000-07:002005-05-10T10:12:09.226-07:00The next time someone is talking about Noam Chomsky look them in the face and say "I'm not sure the dude from E.R. is a good source for the 411 on international affairs."When they go red and start screaming "That's Noah Wyle!" tell them "Hey, Harvard Boy, I know. Go tie a Windsor knot and calm down."I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1115663400962211312005-05-09T11:30:00.000-07:002005-05-09T12:27:42.653-07:00Thanks to R. Girl and Rachel My Haircutter for helping me come up with this idea.And you know that if you're close enough to that Bug Eye Lady when she pops, you're gonna get some eye juice on you.I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681233.post-1115393016139461672005-05-06T08:23:00.000-07:002005-05-06T11:06:45.266-07:00He was just trying to overcome his fear of technology ... by touching a microwave. It's just nuts!Hey, hey, kids, have you read about this?Yeah, guess what! That happened just up the road from where I used to live in Western North Carolina. And more, my mom actually worked for the station that broke the story. She was their chroma key operator (or maybe it was the telepromptor or the camera).I'm Brent, ya dorks.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17117680809285077921noreply@blogger.com