A habit, good or bad, is one thing that takes so much determination to be able to change. I’m presenting to you one of my worst habits, sitting next to the champion procrastination, disorganization. No matter how hard I try to keep my desks neat and orderly, they always become this huge pool of whatever papers can find their way to it. A mess-magnet I shall begin calling it 
A few notable items found buried in the pile of papers in the picture above: my time sheet, voicemail directions, Dr. Pepper (a desperate attempt to sooth my cravings for a Coke, which we are out of here at the moment), and a few burnt CDs, which by the way will have to be looked at before determining if they are any good due to my lack of effort to write on them! But hey I get things done, despite my messy desk.
Wordle is a site that makes word clouds from the text on your site and allows you to customize how it all appears. It’s a pretty neat idea IMO and some of the images that it creates are interesting; especially since everyone’s will always be different. I learned about Wordle from Muse.
Anyways, here’s mine!
I saw this on Comedy Central the other night and thought it was hilarious
I meant to post this on Friday, but forgot to. I was checking out the current S&P standing on MSN, and the first time I opened the page it looked like this. Obviously it was just a glitch, but a wild one at that!
A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig. The poor little guy starts crying.
“Come on man. I was just giving you a hard time,” the biker says. “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can’t stand to see a man crying.”
“This is the worst day of my life,” says the little guy between sobs.
“I can’t do anything right. I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I grabbed a cab home. But, after the cab left, I discovered my wallet was still in the cab. At home I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me. So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.”
I can’t remember where I found this at, but I found it funny
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
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A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.
A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind the first one. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a dog on a leash.
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This was submitted by a guy that purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary.
Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety. WAY TOO COOL! Continue Reading..
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door – nose height.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.
Sometimes pranks go wrong, and this just happens to be one of those times. Poor Bob..
The most important trip you may take in life is meeting people halfway.
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