tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37299907398762889002024-03-14T03:19:27.395-07:00Dick Jokes For JusticeIt's a working title, ok?
The excess hilarity of Hyena, from when we really should have been writing jokes for life-changing publications like the Freakin' Beakin and Hy Times.
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All Jokes ReservedHyena Comedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11463071573911655440noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-14206045378209275592010-08-15T19:07:00.001-07:002010-08-15T21:48:30.719-07:00A Bronze Relief of the Mighty Dick Forest<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDj5gdK5VNMWw2lETHBxOotJscgNe5f8v4CYAZKAWcWk0CR-LKPPDJ-ic5ul_zng47qCAf60hvkSjOD2rCZWwnIj4E-UoBBONWg46IwFs-vhGsg2ZK5hihSVPzoWM4tCK2k1wJmpIHKo/s1600/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDj5gdK5VNMWw2lETHBxOotJscgNe5f8v4CYAZKAWcWk0CR-LKPPDJ-ic5ul_zng47qCAf60hvkSjOD2rCZWwnIj4E-UoBBONWg46IwFs-vhGsg2ZK5hihSVPzoWM4tCK2k1wJmpIHKo/s400/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505823676831517538" /></a><br /><div>Just try to say "bronze relief of the mighty dick" without getting totally turned on.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-11928426838932460262010-04-27T13:10:00.003-07:002010-04-27T23:06:02.188-07:00Scott Fisher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lG6wBOUxgrbFkDe4OaIswmJjy6kH-fNhUHjUJtJYE6GpY2FLWPPX48kI4KhzAtDvs9WxJnlOY74D9kpxCumYUifIOV1tKttxhgjpopyTYB5RqhXLFgooFYnH9N9iYy7lE0w1hD_z58w/s1600/Fisher+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lG6wBOUxgrbFkDe4OaIswmJjy6kH-fNhUHjUJtJYE6GpY2FLWPPX48kI4KhzAtDvs9WxJnlOY74D9kpxCumYUifIOV1tKttxhgjpopyTYB5RqhXLFgooFYnH9N9iYy7lE0w1hD_z58w/s320/Fisher+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465063871102132354" /></a>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-90140562412864702252010-04-27T13:10:00.001-07:002010-04-27T13:14:14.679-07:00Jackie Liebergott on MTV Cribs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdW-lmdgPeU6lh8aRwx3yI8HtAs6O_4NnfIC8qiNthsPCoFIBkqJxx8yReqLn8PmECYQ7JMURzmnPp5h3euE6FvO4zsH1bzdCXJQNUlHUyJyJKIxbjflSy7CBuQmp6exHw6dCyVZ-v64/s1600/JackieisRich!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdW-lmdgPeU6lh8aRwx3yI8HtAs6O_4NnfIC8qiNthsPCoFIBkqJxx8yReqLn8PmECYQ7JMURzmnPp5h3euE6FvO4zsH1bzdCXJQNUlHUyJyJKIxbjflSy7CBuQmp6exHw6dCyVZ-v64/s320/JackieisRich!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464912438073609826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jackie makes it rain on dem ho's<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-3910850526556756172010-02-09T19:23:00.000-08:002010-02-10T21:00:27.704-08:00And Now For Our Explosive Conclusion...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZPv_ggBF3mYXn8UDae1gOU4GzufSnXQTG2JTy_KiTnpy2Uo6i6RO7uMz4c2avQ5Ai3xnWNmGwQqzpM__zSWSWhcVdiy2r8t2v7B4JuJWhOwHfIHrTVNUbT888jnf9qxqoeqnWMkUtJM/s1600-h/Winston-Churchill-Franklin-D-Roosevelt-and-Joseph-Stalin-at-Yalta-in-1945-Photograph-C12281794.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZPv_ggBF3mYXn8UDae1gOU4GzufSnXQTG2JTy_KiTnpy2Uo6i6RO7uMz4c2avQ5Ai3xnWNmGwQqzpM__zSWSWhcVdiy2r8t2v7B4JuJWhOwHfIHrTVNUbT888jnf9qxqoeqnWMkUtJM/s400/Winston-Churchill-Franklin-D-Roosevelt-and-Joseph-Stalin-at-Yalta-in-1945-Photograph-C12281794.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436450441753797698" /></a>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-42235981313229578082010-01-21T00:21:00.000-08:002010-01-21T00:23:54.781-08:00Home for the Hollandaise<div>Here's one for the good times:</div><div><br /></div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NdW2PUvtyaygZjFsbQisBMuh-nD7-Tjikd3ZLHfu2APPv3iNGlsW46l7pHUchoxtp7ALYRgCjHmZXl-WYa3vogLVybGazPHEeVtWIM3jsxbRzBnQtj6hgsT8F10Hf1bv-1zN_EZdyek/s320/huh%3F" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429105410582240242" />Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-34534943611661403942010-01-16T19:48:00.000-08:002010-01-16T19:53:30.579-08:00Here's a lesson for all of your marketing students. This is how you repackage a product:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427550887951947122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-3FzNwoW1oVvci7ow75-h9flsHggiZWYXk0koRTfYz0Qs1XcW2f8dFsgGKKMmeHYSdh7HoNKhUDMwX9aR7SkrGTMpCUI0aK-R0YNvIm9gxAFogT2gnX8gTLaj6Y27J2XEUFfT4Uh3Io/s320/Ad.jpg" /><br /><div></div>So... they're laxatives? "That puffy, hard feeling in my stomach that has made me uncomfortable for years has gone down in just a few days. I felt the difference in my pants and skirts right away." Wow, imagine being constipated for several years. Well now she looks and feels great but she should probably wash her pants and skirts.<br /><div></div>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-40479897942573095182010-01-02T20:12:00.001-08:002010-01-02T20:15:20.943-08:00100th Post: Family PortraitA Merry Country Christmas From Aiden, Buck, Cyndi, and Beth.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1ldg4wsjGFzcIF5hYasftOxNY0YD4AtRnYbJS65c4sYyX5ykXEG1Wt9wwbrkESwhzAZURt8HDBh4CW2iOdMtWtxRR-wXwuTeQ6-ExPINejoea7YeTQKg0F2Pvb7q6gjONx_DrIAjFZA/s1600-h/familyportrait.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1ldg4wsjGFzcIF5hYasftOxNY0YD4AtRnYbJS65c4sYyX5ykXEG1Wt9wwbrkESwhzAZURt8HDBh4CW2iOdMtWtxRR-wXwuTeQ6-ExPINejoea7YeTQKg0F2Pvb7q6gjONx_DrIAjFZA/s320/familyportrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422361953235448786" border="0" /></a>HAPPY 100!hana clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02383616523585748199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-29540215178403715512009-12-19T17:51:00.001-08:002009-12-19T17:54:34.816-08:00Emerson Joke #37: Fellini in a Bikini<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; font-weight: bold;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhomZnwFWGw1oWoXkfBcmCORip2XP01zLfcZgSmXNMpsJ21Yqcsdyo3PjJkA1ifbB_ILepY9fBduBm2LpLR6v2vs1J4qMHWFHRUscxBEXvz7U6-fA4aihMGzavFYv_ISIDURUEFc2bb0I/s320/fellinibikini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417130298929077874" border="0" />...It rhymes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhomZnwFWGw1oWoXkfBcmCORip2XP01zLfcZgSmXNMpsJ21Yqcsdyo3PjJkA1ifbB_ILepY9fBduBm2LpLR6v2vs1J4qMHWFHRUscxBEXvz7U6-fA4aihMGzavFYv_ISIDURUEFc2bb0I/s1600-h/fellinibikini.jpg"><br /></a>hana clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02383616523585748199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-86436135556506662802009-12-09T22:47:00.000-08:002009-12-09T22:59:54.846-08:00Fishing for Fisher<div style="text-align: left;">If we ever do pursue that super-awesome idea of having a launch party/stand-up/reading shindig for one of our publications, we should combine it with the other awesome idea of that revolves around Scott Fisher asking the student body crazy things about via a facebook group. My idea was that we could do the article about something funny and then later host the launch party/comedy night even and call it "Should Scott Fisher Poop on a Pigeon? Come and and Voice your Opinion!"</div><div>and Scott should host or something. And then all the posters would be pictures of scott photoshopped with pigeons. Here is an example:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-ILv2t_t9k4Sgg48K1GJuYK4KrALpm6seK9oSXe99wQi7yZtvS9JulWq4XIKmvTFwHxD4LsM39XBnOEbsNM9PV1hQ04N-FYh0pUBqUn-RMVaJISngiiBuJcl-KpxePsq_l68ME7gehQ/s400/scott+fisher+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413496927184613090" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't know if this is a valid idea or if it's even slightly funny, but whatever it is I am going to continue creating pictures of Scott Fisher in compromising positions with pigeons and posting them here. If you don't like it you can suck it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Enjoy!</div>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-27828507142043974272009-12-09T13:13:00.000-08:002009-12-09T13:37:36.218-08:00Cliffhanger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKdaIGSt0J2Fjet4PraqS6wGOocEwp0RbnAuDlmL42dXHI1sQuf1J5N8W1-p4dMqoI8UYWjr2PSAUnOdYz9rXAVYUSJHiOkMScqLLGMXjQmrLVb0rt2bu70E5u7JSBgaZIMnalZ0kHjc/s1600-h/Hands+2.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKdaIGSt0J2Fjet4PraqS6wGOocEwp0RbnAuDlmL42dXHI1sQuf1J5N8W1-p4dMqoI8UYWjr2PSAUnOdYz9rXAVYUSJHiOkMScqLLGMXjQmrLVb0rt2bu70E5u7JSBgaZIMnalZ0kHjc/s400/Hands+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413347675911283906" /></a>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-2366592545164039352009-12-08T13:04:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:27:19.237-08:00Craft of the Month: November!Hey there kiddlins! It's your old pal Crappo back from rehab with a brand new lease on life. This month I will be taking Step 1 and apologizing to you for all the horrible things I did during my time of darkness...WITH A CRAFT!<br /><br />Did you ever wish you could eat your Cocoa Sugar Smacky Puffs Cereal Product out of something other than a boring old bowl? What about something like the bottom of someone's skull?!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Materials</span><br />Human skull, dead and de-eyeballed (available at ethnic supermarkets)<br />Carrot peeler<br />Cleaver<br />Electronic mixer<br />Fine-grit sandpaper<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Steps</span><br />1. Flay the skin from the bone. For this you may use a "chop and peel" technique, or simply scrape it away layer by layer with the carrot peeler.<br />2. Remove the excess bone. Using the cleaver, chop the skull off just above the eye sockets. Some may wish to keep the face bones for dramatic effect. If this is the case, use the brainstem hole as a starting point to slowly sand away an opening large enough for your mixer.<br />3. Use the electronic mixer to liquefy the brains. You may want to get a parent to help you with this part. The brain slurry can be used as a fertilizer for your butterfly garden or as a base for delicious gravy.<br />4. Sand the skull's surface smooth. Make sure to wash it thoroughly when you are done to remove all the bone dust.<br />5. Go to jail for 40 years.<br />6. When you get out on good behavior, pour yourself a bowl of your favorite sugary corn cereal and settle in for a Flintstones-filled Saturday morning while your mother cries silently in the background!<br /><br />Stay tuned for old Crappo's next craft, and DARE to resist drugs and alcohol!hana clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02383616523585748199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-76405509820052586972009-11-26T22:44:00.001-08:002009-11-26T22:48:20.216-08:00Happy Turducken Day!<div><br /></div><div>Hope you fools had a food-stuffed day of American gluttony and Imperialism!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJi7-9Gq2JB5_TzSyBABj1wtc2vG6tgcoKvTuo2QC_U9mmncbbNC1GVi_o35NqL-x9YXCgUjnG_g4XqVYrbPt6-ZHtKWMt0VAqBNEB_CXKFANyuIdqU7S3NTbJJyiWi5TzwSZC6VHTbM/s1600/Turducken.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJi7-9Gq2JB5_TzSyBABj1wtc2vG6tgcoKvTuo2QC_U9mmncbbNC1GVi_o35NqL-x9YXCgUjnG_g4XqVYrbPt6-ZHtKWMt0VAqBNEB_CXKFANyuIdqU7S3NTbJJyiWi5TzwSZC6VHTbM/s400/Turducken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408670784435882434" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Turduckens: Genetically engineered Super Soldiers, protecting America from hunger for the last 15 years.</span></span></div>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-15874425595654971372009-11-18T05:00:00.000-08:002009-11-18T05:12:05.284-08:00What Might Have BeenAs the president and legal guardian of this illustrious, irreverent band of misfits, ne'er-do-wells and criminal cases, I am often caught up in the bureaucracy of things, rather than the comedy of it all. Long hours are spent doing things you chuckleteers might find tedious (and let's be honest, utterly unfathomable) such as:<br />1. Making lists of all the things you haven't done for me lately...<br />2. Designing our fair publication<br />3. Sending emails about things to people to request said things so that other people (namely myself) may turn those things into the ultimate thing - the aforementioned fair publication.<br />4. Desperately trying to remember all of your names<br /><br />I do, however, find the time in my busy schedule of KiCkAsSeRy!!?! and logistics to create humor of an unparalleled quality so that others might know my might and worship it. When given an assignment for the best Freakin' Beakin this college will have ever seen, one cannot take it lightly - visual jokes must be made with careful thought, ruthless aplomb and a fierce dedication to the core of humor reflected in the article it accompanies.<br /><br />Needless to say, the following photo features none of those things.<br /><br />But I still think it's pretty fucking funny.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Od29ZFK0m6vN0Yo-ZFqCttpRICuC599djToMQLzdM4GX24ZIVYSx6M3KXKECjV2gmNm4oxcLDgfmTn-j8_0CEF9SJhEV1Y3AOTMjJD0ft0k8vDMYtU_2UBrc4ApDU6o7xBV2KgAACN_k/s1600/nerdedition.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Od29ZFK0m6vN0Yo-ZFqCttpRICuC599djToMQLzdM4GX24ZIVYSx6M3KXKECjV2gmNm4oxcLDgfmTn-j8_0CEF9SJhEV1Y3AOTMjJD0ft0k8vDMYtU_2UBrc4ApDU6o7xBV2KgAACN_k/s320/nerdedition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405430524515688050" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-51919485230346759772009-11-14T14:39:00.001-08:002009-11-14T14:40:51.106-08:002nd Amendment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXAVmcnBt2B65gQMiztoFqS63Lr0ayxs-YdVCuijLUX2HA3pD8Op6RZSoZ-pKi4tSnPlt9pjNSiwNf9m3ZzWBD01vrwx7baJxdKO0kPjfBBOiGvBI-WLxlEN24ICBIGr5tSIR2GyBfgQ/s1600-h/Bow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXAVmcnBt2B65gQMiztoFqS63Lr0ayxs-YdVCuijLUX2HA3pD8Op6RZSoZ-pKi4tSnPlt9pjNSiwNf9m3ZzWBD01vrwx7baJxdKO0kPjfBBOiGvBI-WLxlEN24ICBIGr5tSIR2GyBfgQ/s400/Bow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404092975331630626" /></a>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-3562822553035921492009-11-02T09:08:00.001-08:002009-11-02T09:08:42.326-08:00James Bond is Sad<div>JAMES BOND HAS SUCCUMBED TO DEPRESSION </div> <div>Shooting Draft 4</div><div><br /></div><div>INT. TORTURE CHAMBER- NIGHT</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND awakens, still woozy from the knock out drops and looks around. He does not recognize the room around him, a posh well decorated living room set. James jumps on guard. It almost looks too normal; except for the P.A. system coming out of the wall.</div> <div><br /></div><div>JAMES</div><div>Goddamit Goldfinger. I don't <span class="il">have</span> time for this.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER (over PA)</div><div>Ah, but I think you do Mr. Bond. You've taken a royal poop all over my plans for a good long time now, and I say now its my turn to play with you. Look under the chair Mr. Bond.</div> <div><br /></div><div>James Bond nervously looks around the room.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>I say you best do it Mr. Bond, one wrong move and the entire room may simply self destruct. Now be a good old boy and look under the chair.</div> <div><br /></div><div>James Bond looks under the chair and removes a cake.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Ahahahaha. Very good.</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>Its a cake. What's <span class="il">your</span> game Goldfinger?!</div> <div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>I will tell you when you eat the cake Mr. Bond.</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>I would never.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Eat the cake.</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>Never!</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Eat the cake Mr. Bond! EAT IT!</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>Stop shouting! It gets us nowhere and makes me stressed!</div> <div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Eat the cake or both the room and Britain get blown sky high!</div><div><br /></div><div>James Bond takes a little bite out of the cake.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div> Now eat the cake. Good. Good. Eat the whole thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>James Bond is sloppily eating it with his hands.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Oh yes! Oh God yes!</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div> <div>Are you pleasuring yourself?</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Eat the cake dammit! Ohhhh, oh yes!</div><div><br /></div><div>James finishes eating the cake.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Now how did that feel!?</div> <div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>Well, I feel pretty shitty. Like a fat piece of shit. I feel like a fat piece of shit, Goldfinger.</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Lie down Mr. Bond and turn on the TV.</div> <div><br /></div><div>Bond sighs to himself and lies down on the couch.</div><div><br /></div><div>BOND</div><div>I don't know what <span class="il">your</span> game is...</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>I'll do it for you!</div> <div><br /></div><div>A series of irritating static noises occur. These noises make Bond grow quietly sadder and whine to himself a little. The TV turns to THE BEVERLY HILLBILLIES.</div><div><br /></div><div>BOND</div><div>Fine. Whatever. Grumpf. I'm such a fat fucking piece of shit anyway who gives a fuck.</div> <div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>I <span class="il">have</span> the plans Mr. Bond. Would you like to get them back?</div><div><br /></div><div>BOND</div><div>Yeah. I guess I should. Whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div>James Bond doesn't leave the couch. He sighs dejectedly and continues to watch TV.</div> <div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>All those girls I slept with. Do you think any of them loved me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Long pause. The sound of the Hillbillies plays in the silence. A shitty joke is followed by empty laugh track laughter.</div> <div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>Yeah. You know, I guess not. Sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beat.</div><div><br /></div><div>JAMES BOND</div><div>I guess I could masturbate. Whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beat. James Bond falls asleep.</div> <div><br /></div><div>GOLDFINGER</div><div>Good, Mr. Bond, Good. I <span class="il">have</span> given you depression!</div><div><br /></div><div>Goldfinger cackles viciously as James Bond falls into a deeper sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>FADE OUT:</div>Alex Firerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740497035473777127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-37093539756094859652009-11-01T18:10:00.000-08:002009-11-01T18:38:07.237-08:00McSweeney's Rejected This Piece For A ReasonHello Guys (Girls),<br /><br />I wrote this fake (ie: faux) letter a few weeks ago and thought it would be a great idea to submit it to McSwenney's Internet Tendency for some reason. Luckily, they didn't publish it, which is good for them and everyone that supports Dave Eggers (ie: everyone). However, because I have such contempt for Hyena and all that is stands for, I'm going to post it on this blog. I expect my blogging rights to be swiftly revoked within the next few hours, so I will spend what little time I have left on the Internet watching porn and funny cat videos.<br /><br /><br />Dear NBC,<br /><br /> Hello the National Broadcasting Company, my name is Kevin Cuggar. You're probably wondering to yourself, "Hey, who is this Kevin Cuggar? He can't possibly be NBC's next David Hyde Pierce!" Well, I've got news for you. I AM your next David Hyde Pierce (but I'm willing to settle for Michael Gross)! Now you're probably wondering to yourself, "Okay, so maybe this Kevin Cuggar is the next David Hyde Pierce (or Michael Gross). But that doesn't mean he's got an awesome idea for a sitcom that will totally revolutionize the network and save us from ratings hell, right?" Well, wrong again asshole! I DO have an awesome idea for a sitcom that'll save your shitty network (I know we just met, but have some faith in me)! But before I pitch the show that'll save NBC, I'd like to tell you a bit about myself.<br /><br /> I am 41 years old and currently employed at a Best Buy located in Southington, CT. I have worked there for over ten years, and consider myself an expert on what shows appeal to the American public. I know what DVD's sell and which ones don't (Hint: Not everybody seems to love Raymond). Now I know what you're thinking, "Gee, what's a brilliant media critic like Kevin Cuggar doing stuck in a dead-end job like that?" But working at Best Buy isn't so bad. Sure, my co-workers are constantly ignoring my requests to combine the Chevy Chase movies with the Dan Aykroyd movies to make a Chevy Chase/Dan Aykroyd hybrid section, but other than that, it can be quite pleasant at times. Anyway, enough about myself, let's talk about the show that will save your network!<br /><br /> My working title for the show is called "Cuggar Town" (this is nothing like ABC's "Cougar Town" starring Courtney Cox because I came up with this idea years ago). It stars an up-and-coming go-getter named Kevin Cuggar (played by the real Kevin Cuggar), who lives in Northington, CT and works at Great Purchase, the country's largest consumer electronics retailer. He is the manager at Great Purchase, and all of his co-workers respect him and his decisions, like the time he combined the Chevy Chase movies with the Dan Aykroyd movies to make an awesome Chevy Chase/Dan Aykroyd hybrid section. They also don't mind that he used one of the store's Macbook's that one time to look at Internet porn. Kevin Cuggar also has a love interest, which will be played by Courtney Cox once ABC's inferior "Cougar Town" gets cancelled. I plan on starring, writing, producing, and directing everyone of "Cuggar Town"'s 250 episodes. Please contact Jerry Bruckheimer as soon as possible because I would like him to executive produce the show.<br /><br /> I have also come up with numerous taglines that will be used to promote the show, such as, "Look what the Cuggar dragged in!" and "This Cuggar's got claws!" So far, I have written 47 scripts for "Cuggar Town" and I plan on mailing at least 23 of them to your New York offices. I will also send you a VHS copy of the "Cuggar Town" pilot. Please do not judge the show based on the pilot alone, as it is only five minutes long and the majority of the footage is of me lounging in the bathtub. Thank you for considering my offer, and I look forward to hearing from you very soon.<br /><br /> - Kevin Cuggar<br /><br />P.S.: I'll be coming up to your New York offices to personally give you what will be the 24 remaining "Cuggar Town" scripts next week. You can treat me to lunch while I'm up there (I'm partial to P.F. Chang's, but I'll settle for Friendly's). See you soon!Nick Ciarellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945318443272083734noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-37047539215738243092009-10-20T23:15:00.000-07:002009-10-20T23:40:02.308-07:00Rejected Onion Headlines<div>Why not? Better than another entry about half my boner.</div><div><br /></div><div>For those not in the know I've been working at The Onion News Network as a Contributing Writer since July. Thus far I've sold a couple ideas, and got one 'One Liner' on. The one liner is this:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEU5S49bmNMKixiZq8boRuKGATx0wu6UP_WrJZtCwwnZ-W6U5COans1UbOY3RnXz7393XVA_QlMWBW7q1eQJwhBdnmcTeMXAp22Bceg2YKGuBPEjYjN79a85pRc9Qz6mSm3DombMxFSyP/s1600-h/stanleeoneliner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEU5S49bmNMKixiZq8boRuKGATx0wu6UP_WrJZtCwwnZ-W6U5COans1UbOY3RnXz7393XVA_QlMWBW7q1eQJwhBdnmcTeMXAp22Bceg2YKGuBPEjYjN79a85pRc9Qz6mSm3DombMxFSyP/s320/stanleeoneliner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394936638675837042" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Get it? Because they killed off Captain America and they will do the same to my boy Stan if his numbers don't rise! Anyway, I've sometimes written entries about Hyena members. There's stuff like this:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Bloomberg Announces that Homeless Population is to Live with Dan Rubinton of Lawrenceville, New Jersey: Bloomberg’s plan to get rid of the homeless population involves busing them all to live with 28 year old NYU graduate Dan Rubinton. The entire homeless population will stay in Dan’s apartment, taking turns sleeping on his couch, and thus are kept off the streets. Dan himself is excited by the prospect of a homeless less New York, and knows that when all 1,000-2,000 of the homeless population get on their feet they will move out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">You see!? That's Dan taking in the entire homeless population of New York into his three room apartment! Hope they don't drink all the milk and... huh...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">[Alex writes up a pilot post haste.]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Let's see, what else do I have? This is the first idea that was considered to enter the scripting process. It didn't (which is why I can legally show it), but I'm pretty proud anyway!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">HBO To Unveil New Swears: HBO, feeling that the audience is getting jaded by their once shocking use of adult language and material, is premiering a new line of swears, with nonsense words like Coombscocky or Terbull which they promise will shock the audience and push the boundaries of what you can show on television. Their rival, Starz, plans to redefine what violence means in order to techincally have more of it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">You see the Hyena connection there? Molly Coombs and old editor Jon Terbush are sort of kind of swears in there. Interestingly enough when this went to the writers room, they changed the silly swears to realistic sounding weird curse word combinations. Kind of cool, kind of odd.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">This wasn't even considered, but I like it: </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Africa to Develop Sadness as a Renewable Energy Source: Africa has finally found a viable economic output that could launch the continent out of its third world status, and that is its discovery of the power of sadness as an energy source. Africa will exports its near endless reserves of sadness to other countries, but energy conservationists worry that as Africa continues to slowly grow liveable in, its economy and status of living may improve, depleting its pure natural sadness as an energy source. Meanwhile Africa is premiering the first car to run solely on sadness.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Maybe I could write it up for the Beakin. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">I took a nap today. It was very nice.</span></span></div>Alex Firerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740497035473777127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-73025316142596731672009-10-20T23:12:00.000-07:002009-10-20T23:39:37.998-07:00Another Boner Entry<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">'Yeah, all you kiddlins with Gmail accounts should join the Hyena blog (<a href="http://hyenacomedy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(92, 69, 32); ">http://hyenacomedy.blogspot.<wbr>com</a>) and get posting access. Then I won't have to cringe in shame every time I sign on to blogger and see that <b>the last update was a few weeks ago, and was probably either Alex talking about his boners in a half-joking way</b> or me making a boob joke.' -Hana Carpenter, Age 8 1/2</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Time: :13 AM</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Cause: Half of Hana's E-mail</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Boner Type: Half of a Boner</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;">Course of Action: Mastur--</span></span></div>Alex Firerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740497035473777127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-74720473903948105262009-10-14T13:32:00.001-07:002009-10-14T13:33:36.484-07:00PUN FIGHT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzPiS_OHLijfaUTQLmtZiD8PO1any8ARDfLseR4bJn-UEL9jdcYapdOuYkoA1tT55OFqcx0n-fhPrZVrn10MTzAhId-YW81vHUFK-OmfeQHMFiRXQ1X5iG1Mxqy_hhsD47ykSph1aJkA/s1600-h/Nun+Fight.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzPiS_OHLijfaUTQLmtZiD8PO1any8ARDfLseR4bJn-UEL9jdcYapdOuYkoA1tT55OFqcx0n-fhPrZVrn10MTzAhId-YW81vHUFK-OmfeQHMFiRXQ1X5iG1Mxqy_hhsD47ykSph1aJkA/s400/Nun+Fight.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392556460574268194" /></a>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-54277300257397666802009-08-30T22:36:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:38:14.494-07:00Super ShlorpINT. CLARK KENT'S LIVING ROOM - DAY<div><br /></div><div>Superman, in Clark's clothes, sits in the living room. Beat.</div><div><br /></div><div>SUPERMAN (V.O.)</div><div>I wonder if I could suck my own dick. I am Superman after all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beat.</div><div><br /></div><div>SUPERMAN (V.O.)</div><div>I probably can.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beat. Superman lies down to take a nap.</div><div><br /></div><div>OMG PERFECT SKIT</div>Alex Firerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740497035473777127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-62803963597657051672009-08-30T22:28:00.000-07:002009-09-03T13:36:41.273-07:00It Describes How You're Feeling All the TimeEXT. GOTHAM ROOFTOPS - NIGHT<br /><br />Batman and Robin watch as the Joker escapes on his helicopter. Beat.<br /><br />BATMAN<br />I can't fucking do anything right.<br /><br />THE ENDAlex Firerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740497035473777127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-26343983110253065222009-08-21T09:41:00.000-07:002009-08-21T10:46:01.822-07:00I Could Write for TV GuideNext Season on 'Curb Your Enthusiasm'... A series of highly neurotic set of incidents will cause Larry David to pursue petty arguments with hilarious consequences. The season will have heavy influences from both the Yiddish theatre and vaudeville. Someone will swear.<div><br /></div><div>Next Season on '30 Rock'... Liz Lemon will most likely have an unusally high amount of trouble running a show apparently called 'TGS'. An African American named Tracy Jordan may or may not do something silly while a rich guy will call the shots. I hope Steve Martin will guest star.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next season on 'Mad Men'... A very handsome man will sexually intimidate some advertisements into doing something amazing as British People look on and Alex writes his boner blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next Season on 'The Office'... Michael Scott will find himself in a plethora of awkward situation as paper is being sold and produced. Dwight leaves the office in order to enslave the aboriginy Tarahumara tribe of Mexico and use them as slaves around the beet farm. That is, if he can catch them!</div>Alex Firerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740497035473777127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-79704101392635188172009-08-17T18:48:00.001-07:002009-08-17T18:53:52.732-07:00George and Martha's Nostrils: Nipples?<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3s19X0nfGLdCpkb1HwkECLc-qsu6nSsu8Fhfbaj15l9P5aqso1fS7OWV_ht7TAVr5o7j2x2vA47qJ5Qddyu7It5W7-T-gpLqWwNXkSdL0itpn_zaUN8vi1omxiQaLie8KFfZnov0mmQ/s1600-h/gmnipples.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3s19X0nfGLdCpkb1HwkECLc-qsu6nSsu8Fhfbaj15l9P5aqso1fS7OWV_ht7TAVr5o7j2x2vA47qJ5Qddyu7It5W7-T-gpLqWwNXkSdL0itpn_zaUN8vi1omxiQaLie8KFfZnov0mmQ/s320/gmnipples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371114843801815474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">VS</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkfDfRGC-TBJhsP4whI_zvwdYzxFn4B3xDhKdu7OnUDnumeKfEo5vX7bCirJeY1O9LK6H3U_f0pQmeb_CRQOtufia0rbqnHAPXtssZeZ4-yHB9SnMfmfunWK-zxH3I21E5qP6Wjj-3s9Q/s1600-h/martha"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkfDfRGC-TBJhsP4whI_zvwdYzxFn4B3xDhKdu7OnUDnumeKfEo5vX7bCirJeY1O9LK6H3U_f0pQmeb_CRQOtufia0rbqnHAPXtssZeZ4-yHB9SnMfmfunWK-zxH3I21E5qP6Wjj-3s9Q/s320/martha" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371114853930540530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">You tell me.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Oh yeah, NSFW. </span><br /></div></div>hana clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02383616523585748199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-40683433159464545642009-07-31T08:54:00.000-07:002009-07-31T08:56:14.887-07:00How to succeed in business without really trying<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdoXTNvuKtQDLygjGALeFVCUj5YiR-jB9_S7DIRSWHeLw-i9e4ZlSnbPWfUWAuf-Fsf5OvGAkRzx_Mg1GJLTyey00JCukwQuoJiDplNdiA1SoVaUZ-HJqhyphenhyphenrFgNnLAq8QBZjiFvTARHo/s1600-h/airplane.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdoXTNvuKtQDLygjGALeFVCUj5YiR-jB9_S7DIRSWHeLw-i9e4ZlSnbPWfUWAuf-Fsf5OvGAkRzx_Mg1GJLTyey00JCukwQuoJiDplNdiA1SoVaUZ-HJqhyphenhyphenrFgNnLAq8QBZjiFvTARHo/s400/airplane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364653375576624082" /></a>Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729990739876288900.post-57537742085921316772009-07-29T09:31:00.001-07:002009-07-29T09:33:32.022-07:00Run Fat Boy Run<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfeoNAwA-ZVOkEi792-Eev5G6roHSXtSn8SdV2qsp4_ZIdNN-F0xwYkkb_rx90f7Of4Loitzd2BM6yEkkqDmTPqAryRxmdUOX28MTaAxeecF2BHJDoz4lIn4qJrok4-Y9UjNfs97TDx8/s400/hippoSPL0706_468x297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363920691846671202" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJt5vqVo6ZDbKzaWeu4gOmBWVgBFF12b0efxFQ6akTHa-KTHY7maVzpdqzdKwI4D51WQW4wsZIjC381stn9y_R0WyQJKVJJHYC1m8BjZwL0dZFfuluQB2CMYGoN0vSwCgwUgGVMZvZbs/s200/hyena_U0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363920844189607458" />Justin Ferrarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310557846107929091noreply@blogger.com0