tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56208269109272702012024-03-19T07:42:14.767-05:00Pudding BathSome things on my mind...Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-6070117146274356102010-08-11T10:44:00.013-05:002010-08-11T12:39:08.431-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP! SHARK WEEK!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk153/michaelervin1/Samuel-L-Jackson-Is-Jaws.gif"></a><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>PU-PU-PU-PUMP!!!!</b></span><div><br /></div><div>ALRIGHT IT'S BEEN WAY TOO LONG, LETS GET BACK TO BASICS HERE AND GET FREEGIN' PUMPED!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>As you may or may not have heard, it was recently <b>SHARK WEEK</b>, and</div><div> higgity hot damn, that is cause for much <b>PUMPAGE</b>. Think about these SEA BEASTS just tearin' through the ocean, rippin' apart everything in their path. <b>TRULY ONE PUMPY ANIMAL!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc86Yh6kjC6sNaEqfSze3IhfV7_OQpd25zGRcM1YzY-0yP2HOF5ljZTxYUHeodBXVPM_6MOqsy-OVPsfH-o14EaZkuKK2aAumM-lDGc-RogBkI1qbUVi6Hr29VAmF0QULPgEkCizCBZc2E/s400/SharkAttack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504189676873257106" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HOLY SHIT SHARKS GET MY PUMP LEVELS RISIN'!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><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/AVvXsEitG5RYGGmyhFq5xK5MmntMNFIp0ZCRT2ksnTKYoAAg0RsJsBoVP8vl7fx6kpoa1ubjKhtPqoVyY7cfmvn34Hk6rWY50uG2RWgbvfdTRcFyluBgyQoZPho82OYuFY3G67SlnuBABZRbfZT7/s400/shark_helicopter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504184236379729570" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Let's take a look at a clip from the Academy Award winning picture, "Shark Attack 3: Megalodon." I'll set the scene up for you: A cruise ship full of snobs is sinking into waters that are infested by a gigantic prehistoric beast. Hilarity ensues.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /><br /><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1nzd0R_OeOc&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1nzd0R_OeOc&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">That woman gets her shit stolen, and her only reaction is the lackluster "Wh..What?" haha. Then notice the terrific lion ROAR the shark makes? Not to mention the classic bad-guy "heh heh I got away OH FUUUUCCK!!!!" scene. Amazing. LOLz all around; haha shitty graphics, piss poor acting, I mean, could it get any better??? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>YES, YES IT COULD!!</b></span> Check out this infamous line from same film...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKqgC_BR_pA&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKqgC_BR_pA&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></div><div>SUPERB FILM. Reminds me of that "Deep Blue Sea" movie with L.L. Cool J, which reminds me of that shitty shark song he did. What was it again, something about his head like a shark's fin?! haha, wow. Oh, found it. Here's a sample of the lyrics from "Deepest Bluest (Shark's Fin), by Mr. Cool J himself. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Uh, my hat is like a shark's fin<br /><br /></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[Repeat (5x)]</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br />Manmade terror<br />Hungry jaws of death<br />Y'all don't cross my depths<br />I'll pause your breaths<br />I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues<br />Bleeding to death with no arms and short sleeves<br />My world's deep blue<br />Killers gotta eat too</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Now we're pumpin'! No arms, AND short sleeves. Man, have you noticed the utter lack of shark songs out there? These days, sharks just ain't bein' properly represented in hip hop music like they used to.</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>BONUS SHARK PIC!</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtWBkXX7zn2Oq3gkp0SvO1zNmO7LVhwmebRN01vWzKD4EfNEHZ74v2i_zSHmOa_1r2Us7q3TNmK40y5ptORm1BVORx6KFdUEale5AM4WMDibvpcXCZkZVe8lnXKQjMK8mIYe6fsD3lEcv/s400/shark_behind_divers_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504184229752400610" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">Totally fucked.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Alright, that's the best I could </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> for now, but I'll leave you with one last WTF classic. To all you shark-lovers out there, keep it Pumpy today, become the man-eater that you truly are, and stay sharp like my main man Roy Scheider. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">SHARK PUMP!!!!</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk153/michaelervin1/Samuel-L-Jackson-Is-Jaws.gif" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 182px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">SUPER DOUBLE SECRET BONUS UPDATE!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I went to the water-closet half hour ago and dropped a duece that felt like a hammerhead shark coming out of my ass. Painful, all sharp and fin-like. Just thought I'd add that. PUMP.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-26967422227384453332010-07-14T12:14:00.000-05:002010-07-14T12:15:46.150-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP! FEEL GOOD PUMP!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_j8n7n-0OHwOhF2eMKWYoC1ES1kbgEs1JOpYMcpsqcYDoKKKtnt4Eu5mzLJytgwght_tLoKoTI0Cbu7fcMPAciPDrh_f7wXdUsVQuILZDIOFLFq9yH8jZwF6oZwxTKBsO_9Hmx9c8cTD/s1600/wtf.jpg"></a><br />Yep yep yep let's get our <b>PUMP ON</b>, you know how we do!<div><br /></div><div>Ok so this week, we're gonna pump a little differently. It can't always just be raging fist-pumpin' explosions and rocketships and boners and cannons being fired and roundhouse kicks to the throat... no no, sometimes you really <b><i>gotta ease into the pump. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You know, like, start slowly, build on it, and eventually work your way up to maximum </span>PUMP LEVELS. Yep, i'm a talkin' bout SLOW PUMP.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Step 1: Tunage.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div> Let's not get too wild here, remember to breath and EASE INTO THIS PUMP. This is a nice, feel-good pumpy song. Now take a sip of that 64 oz coffee, feel it flowin' through yer veins, into your soul. We're just startin' to get warm here, people.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMCO4VD8nLM&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMCO4VD8nLM&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Step 2: Slip into something more comfortable.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Say, a bacon tuxedo.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKHKfgPz7_ySHL8EEU0qu2V-oRVjREYU3MLakWNuHp1tvx1O33LxsKc1JIxz5w6iXZMundxnBT_AQEtZ1nyZ1yn88F41YR05pNmUqKv8zkp2p2ZcEO4apkW-KXJNccJN29avp6miW936J/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493790577535069026" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Step 3: Enjoy your surroundings.</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Take a minute to get up from your cubicle, step outside the office, walk past the smokers on their break, and just keep going, into the surrounding wilderness. Take a deep breath, and just enjoy everything that brings the <b>PUMP</b> to your life. And if you need to, go ahead and just freak out, man.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQSNhk5ICTI&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQSNhk5ICTI&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So that last clip is the new YouTube sensation, and I'm sure you've already seen it, but hotdamn, that vid pumps me up every damn time. "<i>DOUBLE COMPLETE RAINBOW." </i>Epic.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Step 4: Jump in the Lake.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, now we're really gettin' pumpy. We're awake, alert, full of caffeine, and ready to start <b>PUMPIN' HARD</b>, right?? Go ahead and take off that tie, drop those trousers... why don't you just take 'er all off, and jump right off the dock into a cold lake. <b>WHOOOOO!!! </b> I've never gone swimming as much as this summer, and every goddamn time I do, I get really freegin' pumped. <b>Try swimming un-pumpy. I dare you. It's just not possible.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2eLRQMPvtowSxrV1sUryqcaf9HZcPvsjX4qKVqFaY0CT8_DWoJPOy2w-0LbWFu3folsWtUGmOll82kbjxsr5cXVx9kr_muIig6QBfo0ACaGfVG47Mc8JLIGvk6M6h-WoSTk8MMY_j0aQ/s400/graham-lake-jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493802699564845330" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BONUS SWIM-PUMP!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAqFSL6qw-ySBqrEMvahqn-QPYO-kzlAZ1AduAfNqZujKgEYUnEqDrD1onZgHbBTQ8vcXVS7nslfF9Z1i0wXs4gdcUsCpfXwYgCXlxDOQReQOcrafxKOWPQjY6d0Wjs7JcljTcxsJ5F7E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+11.35.01+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493801445607149730" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 298px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If there was a <b>Step 5</b>, it would be: <b>Go to the Modest Mouse show tonight. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I am </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">definitely <b>SUPER DAMN PUMPED</b> for the show tonight at the Orpheum. Of course, it's just not in the cards for all of you to witness such a pumpy gig. I'm sorry. BUT I offer you this equally-if-not-more-pumpy event instead:</span></b></div><div><b></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A BACON TAKE-DOWN COMPETITION. O'GARA'S, ST. PAUL, JULY 18TH. GET SOME.</span></b></div><div><a href="http://blogs.citypages.com/food/2010/06/bacon_takedown.php">MORE INFO HERE.</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPFi-NKQLBk1YD-4evHjwiOFMgIEKmnXEA0EhGceWHDOj11CEiQPNX15Rh6QkOF-_apbTW844Dl7bi_fSDxbmp7cN6CY-nbXltmzNqz-HKr1AydbzhOTsxAXQOZvR9GU9m23Zn3mHL-6l/s400/BaconPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493804387826407106" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 440px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And if you're not quite at<b> SUPER BONER PUMP LEVEL YET</b>, I offer you these last little tasty morsels that will surely make you have a PUMP-OVER tomorrow morning. I'll just lay it on thick here at the end. Happy Wednesday!! </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> The PUMP is YOURS, take hold and run with it.</span></b></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_j8n7n-0OHwOhF2eMKWYoC1ES1kbgEs1JOpYMcpsqcYDoKKKtnt4Eu5mzLJytgwght_tLoKoTI0Cbu7fcMPAciPDrh_f7wXdUsVQuILZDIOFLFq9yH8jZwF6oZwxTKBsO_9Hmx9c8cTD/s400/wtf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493809994652839058" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_knvU046lCkkWRFuKOe-FrlSHYADejA2vaVZQ9a7YP_Xtrh9C_WvniwabdwXgdMvnTYkHtQy1df76g9HifR70xoP0ibnqBXpcsjL12VsqmVQGopczESicMHHZpAu8ufdON38qRYR0CfS/s400/A0zha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493809989099281586" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1ajDpD8CFQQqQ0ADVHy5YIJLQx-DcfvS83FZtiRmTmshAqiEEcmJL4XG4_LheHTu7qHqcbIaNDpzrDmtxF79sgfbiHV41DAX61ZbuOC_hD2LtEBWTvTyR7z8-X4lKe4bEIm4QRqr8odU/s400/weird-creation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493809981532913970" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-90271371212079185982010-06-29T14:27:00.010-05:002010-06-30T08:52:34.555-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP DOWN - E.T.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqJ0gD_fX0gjpEipJ1yFKKftpnVMnk8wchBdhbzvZm8tdF_kzgLsTIPMoZTYKFe2s53K1czNJ9eoSUHBxPdwEJRY4ytCxuauk__Jzf8sFuZClDiF5m48km-yaOiKnMUBEN44RCtb9eF4E/s1600/etmovie.jpg"></a><br />I had that E.T. dream again.<div><br /><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/AVvXsEhR3D22CZi9Csf18SEwr-jXcAP3kyyJ0-r638-JhhKErncFLwHQm12698kp3uFNcEg3W_UoHlMJ6rSgSTWl66IObCzwLlmpZCGpcFmPvDmBTj0SLgOzls8_w6xGPHkBl7RKywASnBNyPAsS/s400/et.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488309607356427890" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Let me explain something to you. I hate E.T. </div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, that shit is terrifying. I remember as a small child the first time I watched E.T. I made it 5 minutes into the movie, then ran to my room scared as hell, crying. I didn't even see the goddamn alien yet, just creepy shadows of an alien running through the woods, and that was enough for me. When I finally mustered the courage to see the entire movie, I was truly scarred for life.</div><div><br />I started having this reoccurring dream where E.T. crawls into my window. I try to fend him (did E.T. have a gender?) off by swinging a plastic Fisher Price golf club at him, but this just splits his belly open, spilling dozens of smaller E.T.'s onto my bedroom floor. There I am, whackin' away at these tiny E.T.'s crawlin' around. Truly terrifying. When I was younger, I'd have this dream quite often. To make matters worse, my Uncle got me a small E.T. toy one Christmas...exactly the size of those mini-E.T.'s in my nightmare. That didn't help.<div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxI1y0-zXGBVewU8kJtknb9TRO69KqQsfNU4HIe78aEQ0fTK71j192Y9a3kXGUhHlqev6SVmp1MvLzokAMEAOs7pPtHnN47AslfKtqaA_Tc_jxnVxATtx0kCYO1sCMySRaj8gT5wWwTPP/s400/et-toy-chest-profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488307700360179906" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What <i>IS</i> it that creeps me out so much? Is it those long, sausage-like fingers? Those big, bulging eyes? The freaky glowing heart/finger thing? How about when E.T. is all sick and white and bloated, laying down by the river in the woods with coons eatin' off of him? Or that scene in the closet with E.T.'s giant demon head amidst all the stuffed animals? <b>FUCK THAT.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqJ0gD_fX0gjpEipJ1yFKKftpnVMnk8wchBdhbzvZm8tdF_kzgLsTIPMoZTYKFe2s53K1czNJ9eoSUHBxPdwEJRY4ytCxuauk__Jzf8sFuZClDiF5m48km-yaOiKnMUBEN44RCtb9eF4E/s400/etmovie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488310065651251874" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px; " /></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have no idea why that movie wasn't rated R. Seriously, NOT for kids. And the more I look around on the interwebz, the more freaky E.T. shit I find. I mean, seriously, c'mon! All this crap has just rekindled that old terror in my heart for Steven Spielberg's monstrous creation. I now present to you:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">THE 3 CREEPIEST E.T. THINGS IN THE WORLD, EVER.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NUMBER 3: E.T. AND JACKO.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's an idea - let's put together the two things that will produce the most nightmares in children. Goddamn.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt7PEg4IoFqInqFmVhryjgpKpILzMUasGjQ1XNulvTpkLhRl14WZCpxEaDFk-T6-WxoSKnIJEsPpZGxWRRjq-wMC3CO-uqHSDcTWnONvOSwNmMBj-hGRoZMoMYKZpZHtbyWWhlEXSt8qS/s400/michael-jackson-e-t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488288665889049602" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NUMBER 2: E.T. - THE HORROR MOVIE TRAILER.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ever wonder what would have happened if the movie E.T. really <i>was </i>marketed as a horror film? I mean, the movie is scary enough already, but shit, WATCH THIS TRAILER, in yer house, at night, with the lights off, alone. Yikes. <b>SERIOUSLY, WATCH IT! </b>Very haunting indeed.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flmErvgJHws&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flmErvgJHws&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400 height="320"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NUMBER 1: E.T. - THE PORNO.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Alright, that last video was pretty chilling, but this next one is just flat out disturbing. Why does E.T. have to go around, ruining the things I love? In this one, an E.T.-ish alien is, um, taken advantage of. This is a 9 on the weird scale, holy shit. <b>WATCH IT NOW. I MEAN IT. YOU DIDN'T WATCH IT YET. WATCH IT. NOT ASKING, I'M TELLING YOU. ENJOY THE NIGHTMARES.</b></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12489148&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12489148&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><br /></p><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So today, a big "fuck you" goes out to The Extra Terrestrial, for sucking the PUMP right out of the room. You are horrifyingly scary, and I truly hate you. PUMP DOWN.</span></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-13587782373595098702010-06-23T11:46:00.019-05:002010-06-23T14:20:45.232-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP - THE RETURN!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFX1Yd-KFjfdIDnIp1hEvLm7wc6cunlvfHjstJuFjJU2Jsi0HEsoY_gkJB52pMXwddYnnrnfHKSt5Dv9_T5BF9mrwXBjW1A2GQFGcIO5J9VZtXswSIpvMQZFrc3crmKmR3BgCw9qxchon/s1600/bacon-bikini-nsfw.jpg"></a><br /><b>AAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!! kadfljajd;lnvqnadnkfhadsjfkldjsa;jklasfv;mwqndv;nds!!!!!</b><div><br /></div><div>I'll explain.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So it's been a busy few weeks, sorry I haven't been the source of much <b>PUMPAGE</b> lately, but believe me, I've been off on some extreme <b>PUMP JOURNEYS</b>, all in the name of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>BEST SUMMER, EVER. </b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>There's a lot to share, I guess I'll just get into it! This HDPU was a lil' rushed, I'm still recovering from many pumpy happenings, but better to PUMP than to have NEVER PUMPED AT ALL. First off, let's set the tone with a lil' tunage. This goddamn video pumps me up <b>SO HARD</b>, I'm gettin' a largey just watchin' it.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVztNmESh_c&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVztNmESh_c&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, so, <b>CONGRATULATIONS</b> are in order, my buddy <a href="http://www.blogger.com/heckyeah-man.blogspot.com/">HECKYEAHMAN</a> just got hitched!!! I went with my bro Colin on a super long/fun roadtrip down to Gainesville, FL to witness the blessed event and to stand in the wedding. It was an awesome time, and you <b>BETTER BELIEVE WE SPREAD THE GODDAMN PUMP</b> to those Floridians! Hotels Parties. Whiskey. Energy Drinks/caffeine pills. Dance Parties. 95 degress. Suits/Dresses. Marriage. Metal. Eating lizards. <b>AWESOMENESS!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72n2Iqs8q5bW44ZjS-bn8-kfLnOqRsr7j3u3G1n9I8R_vrEfFdbRkSZ9c5_XtjJ7acCJj3JypfgY0DL3iD1E0u1Lc7AETmD36fVmCojTx3fCQjZxeSSVm7FS9Q1kMWHT_hyphenhyphenDf1HXg1G1_/s400/CIMG0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486039659718697314" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ruxmNwG0FiyjUJann9bAW33eD07eKfY-C1m_ZQZrdj-sKdKFlUb6N1e3QFpEhs1bxG_QjKT8l_O-Sd0lmVwF6AdwPnpmL_LVS2xPzYzxG6Dq9fJU7LX9Ylv52K4idiNb3vsr0m8SAdu2/s400/CIMG0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486015036816476610" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Efiqy-4JmMFS7v6NcCqGxgj9Dn8cxHwgMSNYxUhPCkjGxPhwF0npz7cgR4qAR9npp91AEo0suyq4PNJMvH02h23YfY6_uiThZUHKJS7KvocBUBH6m70W48z7Y0XgsYBn38TWHPyAI2GL/s400/Sly+-+eating+lizard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486043466668414850" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(that's just a pic i stole from Google, but believe me, lizards were ate! Eaten? PUMP)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtRb8xYMb934f3Cot5oBq1o6cRZoQD-2FYqoHDYQ-auIwOzL19NVx2E9KV1LDZnldXaYvEP8Vu3JNfCLVBUSAqaBhWbmgZrWarFSD306Qjfsj1irYwlCO8bSaaGE31_Ztclofo2cR9Qmf/s400/CIMG0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486039671509460274" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKr3dkFJqaqxCFAintrgLV_nUEQ07E1HSRjYPJmYiE4jgyi7RUmVU-CCvew-3dDxkCxmJPSm9UxR7nQ_DpMsHfSP2v64Ik3AbwT87OaHqwFtg0ore2vQ3txf_KRDoNAQFclX5bMdWo1RE/s400/CIMG0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486042618074524466" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8ncLlQPj1WBE25-dJuqCRJaWShnlcZ-kYpaF-lzc6PuQEwFknvVo6MD_clo1wlQ_tCH1wgAk17xbmgtqIbzElv_PShqzDJEN84eH2-__fUMCY769Uyf4OZoXoAoaghdVRnGgKdWT1rCb/s400/CIMG0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486039929692191890" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, and since we're pumping some real-world, grown up shit, dig this...</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">MY SISTER HAD A BABY!!!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Welcome Seth Timothy Richardson to the world. You've got a life full of PUMP ahead of you, son...</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The lil' guy is so cute! Cuteness <b>PUMPS ME UP!!!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7m6hIMiXSdmgHwg51ftG_i458jBeGbhyphenhyphenDSNrHnllTiF3QrCnxBDIuNwliW5wEa9Yrcdaj0mm29HqH4VmeeBbUki-tLKobdM6L0crGwUI7r8kYsFxgMNZp59OeeSeq69ZKX8ZKgZ7ql0Ma/s400/CIMG0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486015019426128834" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQIpZOUrfTXsOw0Ljd2BVzEJSGdfldtn1Sa0QUbWU2e848vCmewC9bivNiKIcXPUAHN6khn4N5emll127LwHmsxViwW3aHHwkJD7DI5kf4DBeTNZpzNbLe5PTDJMMZ1CC4Ccpq0uMFcDZ/s400/CIMG0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486045274828879506" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9qIiaRdnZR4k6AyUy5np4c9g2n1rc8ebbHHiUEb6TEfLJViULvIbrti_C4-_W6lzAeHHc-_zDE9fXZmLRPelJIWj_2ejQUqaElwL-xuPh9qILP-KMkBSlgqH796a35R2oDUizHDxSQ06/s400/CIMG0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486045272806002242" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1GCV6KBR1sSR1g3ysf0u5AwmPs2sC_bUUrkTpQq71qrdmpvOdmjnzd14i3pRy87IyjaAPER8FEShiVm5u4IuRXQADP2C7gFnf0X5oqOAAvRJ91nrr3YzY2YJRR7oXqyj2FjOEFNv8Bpf/s400/CIMG0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486045670379764466" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVRCdbeNwiH4SNqbvfoW8x1r5ouGW8kUTwySSjZaRGb-xRdI-gSByFuaphfNqy8-T1KxpYK6oaiAlY2IOFc0_HbzPX6-OQeQP6fT_R2giMPuKMOt9IHK3mRIIK612wnfaucKgwkwVejGW/s400/CIMG0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486015028609873906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok ok okay, you want something even more <b>PUMPY??!?!</b> Well, laughter pumps me up. I dare you to watch this video and not laugh. Also, on a related note, I hate all auto-tuned-poppy-hip-hop-skibbity-doo-wop-rap-crap-Top 40-fake-ass-bullshit music. Just for the record. Ok enjoy!</div><b><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_rE0RzrFY8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_rE0RzrFY8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I really gotta run. Sorry if you think this HDPU was phoned-in, I'll try harder, I promise! More to come soon. Spread that pump, find the pump within yer own heart, um... (insert other pump comment that encourages you to find your own pump, cause I'm too lazy to pump for you...)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, one more thing before we go... Here is your <b>BONER-INDUCING BACON IMAGE OF THE DAY!!! KEEP ER PUMPY!!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFX1Yd-KFjfdIDnIp1hEvLm7wc6cunlvfHjstJuFjJU2Jsi0HEsoY_gkJB52pMXwddYnnrnfHKSt5Dv9_T5BF9mrwXBjW1A2GQFGcIO5J9VZtXswSIpvMQZFrc3crmKmR3BgCw9qxchon/s400/bacon-bikini-nsfw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486047949675425234" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></b>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-82513646704991906102010-06-02T10:26:00.003-05:002010-06-02T10:43:21.737-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP! - SPECIAL GUEST PUMP!<div><br /></div>Holy shit I'm gonna start today's <b>PUMP</b> by saying, well, hot-diggity-damn, <b>I'M EXTREMELY PUMPED!!! </b>I've got a medium to large <b>PUMP-ON</b> right now, trust me. <b>PUMP LEVELS: WAY UP.</b> The forecast today is cloudy with a high chance of thunder<b>PUMPS</b>, followed by golfball-sized <b>PUMPAGE</b>, and clearing up in the late evening for some nice <b>PUMP-OVERS.</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Alright, today we're gonna shake things up a bit. In fact, I'm not even going to write the <b>HDPU </b>today. Today's <b>PUMP</b> will be courtesy of my good pal Dave. In the following Chat message, Dave is attempting to pump up a fellow friend. In an absolutely unheard of display of weak-sauce and un-pumpiness, the fellow friend lacks a response, causing Dave to do what he does best...<b> JUST KEEP BRINGIN' THE PUMP!!!</b> My oh my is he a pumpy dude! See for yerself...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">12:26 PM me: God dmanit Rxxxxx stop working and pump with me and duxxxx<br />U r my hero<br />12:27 PM If I had to pump I would ask u to pump me<br />12:28 PM If I was your dad I would say son. It is time for u to pump<br />And then I would beat the living day lights out of u.<br />And when I was done beating u<br />I would give u some purple drink<br />And say to u<br />12:29 PM Just as the holy grail captured the blood of christ<br />Now this magical elixir will take your wounds and turn them into battle scares<br />And if anyone should ask u. Where did u get those scares?<br />12:30 PM U shall look at them and say<br />This badges of honor are a testimate to the true pump<br />I wear them proudly<br />They r a reminder of all the pumping done before me<br />12:31 PM They remind me of all the pumping to come<br />And one day I hope to pass the. Pump on as it was passed to me<br />So this long line of pumping will never die<br />Never<br />12:32 PM For pumping can't die<br />It is in all of us<br />Just as I hope one day to be in u<br />The pump is explosive<br />It is magical<br />It is the 8th wonder of the world<br />12:33 PM If I was a taco, pump would be my shell<br />But u wouldn't know what kind of shell<br />Is the pump hard?<br />Is the pump soft?<br />Is the pump hard and soft with cheese inbetween them?<br />12:34 PM U will never know<br />Because the pump lives on its own terms<br />Pump.<br />Brought to u by kellogs<br />And american airlines<br />Proudly sponsoring the pump since the dawn of time<br />12:35 PM Rock on<br />Pump on<br />Pump up<br />Pump in<br />Pump out<br />Pump it!<br />Yes you<br />Just pump it</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wowza... uh, I am pretty moved right now. This is like, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">THE PUMP GOSPEL.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I can't believe how many of you are passin' the PUMP out there, it's amazing. When later asked about this unbelievable act of </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PUMPTITUDE</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, Dave commented,</span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"I blacked out when writing it. The spirit of the pump compelled me."</span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Now THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' BOUT!!! HAPPY HUMP DAY PUMP UP ERRBODY!!!</span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">BONUS PUMP!!!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ok, ok, for all of you "illiterate" folk, I know you like fancy pictures and video with yer Wednesday PUMP. So for you, I offer the following BONUS PUMP. ENJOY!</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b> </b></div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIXLH7IiJDA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIXLH7IiJDA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-26574886528867585362010-05-26T10:00:00.003-05:002010-05-26T10:05:32.986-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP - LET'S DANCE!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgduzSF0FQtp0X4z0Hss_o8ugUSA7WgcHEgBW6ySJhg4vfsEp9tSnhl3xCL3fl72RYmudbFavMgvCs0RdTq-35TBhfu5DMlBzorLqRDiGr1cjxLng323mdcWmtWZ77AsEond8s2jazrdpp/s1600/dacing-fail.jpg"></a><br />Hellllll yesssss <b>IT'S WEDNESDAY</b>, and you <b>KNOW</b> whatta that means!!!<div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">LET'S GET PUUUUUMPED!!!!!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh man oh man I've got such a large pump-on this week, whoo!!! I don't know about you, but one thing that get's me pumping HARD is <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">DANCING</span></b>. Ferk yeah, nothin' like just goin' apeshit on the dancefloor, the living room floor, the coffee table, on yer bed, on the kitchen table... just <b>DANCING YER FREEGIN' PANTS OFF!!</b> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>P</b> to the <b>UMP</b>. <b>PUMP NATION, ya hear me?!?!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5KANxiYgiEfrcmmXegQiCB7wNHBEqDkfsfw86h1OtWLLptS9I6nxQ6R8lMtmfhyphenhyphenV2saUJHogBrnkTJyuxC19Ob6rIm90ZsxOzZqdh0Fg712p5ZJR256T42JZvVGRatjD1ONPvYesvnyH/s400/Dirty+Dancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475448565271126418" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 310px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, so there's this new dance craze just sweepin' da nation, it's like the hottest thing, ever. It's called Daggering... aka <b>DRY HUMPING.</b> Watch this entire video. This time I'm not asking, I'm TELLING YOU. Watchit. Watch it. You not only will learn a thing or two, you will be laughing yer genitals off!!! Seriously, watch it. If the dude in this video doesn't get you <b>PUMPED</b>, well... you're an asshole. Click it. <b>NOW NOW NOW!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9ceVjdA7Gc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9ceVjdA7Gc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"UNTIL...YOU...HAVE.... DIIIIIEEED!!!" Whewwww, doggy!! How goddamn pumpy is <b>THAT?!?!?!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, lets face it, we can't all be blessed with killer moves that will put hurt on the dance floor. Did ya know that 83% of all Americans can't even sufficiently cut a rug??? (Made-up statistic). No worries. If you're one of these people, just remember... there is always someone out there who sucks more at dancing than you.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOvqF4ZPDNM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOvqF4ZPDNM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now that <b>FAIL</b> just sent my <b>PUMP LEVELS SKY FREEGIN' HIGH!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's some dancing tips for you that I made up (free of charge). If you want to become a successful dancing machine, you <b>MUST</b> adhere to the following:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>1. PELVIC THRUSTS.</b> There can never be enough. And when you think it's enough, keep thrustin'. Oh, and throw in some wang-grabs. Everyone loves a firm tug on the schlong whilst keepin' it real on the dance floor.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1NwgF-_nh_zalTpToCoNBepaQb13TTOzLuxLAvmas6zGxApZ3wj77qKrWZj5FzhBTWeYxukMOikLezGgeCtoSrt_JcwQwQGbs5mMsNWvnVcyX-yaKIBqDK4BKSbG0FpNYhi-1IjX1FIf/s400/gal_mj_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475451412280635874" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>2. USE A REMOTE CONTROL AS A FAKE MICROPHONE.</b> Yep, the ladies in the club (your house) will just swoon as you lip-sync over Lady GaGa using the remote to your 19" Toshiba. Trust me on this one fellas. And for you experts, try a few toss n' catches, to really get the party goin'. Just make sure you perfect that catch, cause nothin' kills a dance partay like a missed mic-toss and AA battery's sprayed across the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>3. PELVIC THRUSTS.</b> Not sure if we fully touched on this one yet, but I'm telling you, get that crotch all up in everybody's bidness. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">DANCE YER PANTS OFF!!! AHHHH PUMP!!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGR4xTL3mV6u5XgtTHlg-98ac8UqY-iujWT0nQhyFHcrAPXuYZKDgjicWpIO5YeCuwvT0w6essOjnRsJEyGu-VXxukp_p5aWlCOm65F1QunLBz7qWmajYLvZtoLUw5m3B48_xxGFLahlKh/s400/633636368033599120-DancingYouredoingitwrong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475447185106423154" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNOKqEm7XLb5uFjbEEvu1qSvYra_TNnXkFrMdPqtDi3bZveuGM344DRli_ncu1hjnFqGlYrbKA1vqzLH8fUIgQIJv5VhO8NA5j-pD_mUyiYp6hiWWqonKy6l37pgr4xyrLF0D6juVVKOT/s400/celebrity-pictures-britney-spears-get-degree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474553016169756322" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgduzSF0FQtp0X4z0Hss_o8ugUSA7WgcHEgBW6ySJhg4vfsEp9tSnhl3xCL3fl72RYmudbFavMgvCs0RdTq-35TBhfu5DMlBzorLqRDiGr1cjxLng323mdcWmtWZ77AsEond8s2jazrdpp/s400/dacing-fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475592879345236130" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">So remember kids, dance like no one's watchin', and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">PUMP LIKE EVERYBODY'S WATCHIN',</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> cause the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">PUMP</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> is infectious, it's like a disease. Spread that shit around. Don't use protection. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">PASS THE PUMP!!! PUMP UNTIL YOU HAVE DIED!!!!!</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">HAPPY HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!!!!</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-3424763115072307212010-05-14T06:40:00.000-05:002010-05-14T06:40:00.298-05:00Pussy Doodles.<div><br /></div><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350" data="http://i.adultswim.com/adultswim/video2/tools/swf/viralplayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="movie" value="http://i.adultswim.com/adultswim/video2/tools/swf/viralplayer.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="id=8a25c3921764a82d0117650a8aa6002d"><embed src="http://i.adultswim.com/adultswim/video2/tools/swf/viralplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=8a25c3921764a82d0117650a8aa6002d" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-72371244601572209412010-05-12T12:22:00.006-05:002010-05-12T12:36:45.253-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ee0dXOWlM2bj2O9SaE2Lfzyt4JUQWYMY7atehh_mJWPuoClEfMR1GORDisAqbd9gt9bDS00y62cBEjiVD0QGvQhB-fw8E4WBbpeT49_PH6QiivA7EXCqP5LuPVM45pD5Ie1uzW4u1xlY/s1600/star+wars+rock+band.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmdRmQJHo-lfYuC1ipCKtJ840ZK7jNh7zeNcUlHCg1ZHoHI5f96fCAELDxRnfy6SvVeCiDAzoLuFF_gnNbP-NzUfwrIiCvWh17Dp9aTpC2T54-8g8eqnRrfXxQmaNJCWwn_-EPr9MqH6M/s1600/519660381_5031d48b3e.jpg"></a><br /><div>It's Wednesday folks, and I'm <b>SUPER PUMPED!!!!</b> The only thing I can think of doing is of course <b>SPREADIN' THAT PUMP</b> throughout the land. So pull up yer <b>PUMPY PANTS</b>, toss back an energy drink, and get ready to rip today a new asshole. <b>LET'S GET OUR PUMP ON!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>First, put in yer head phones, crank it up, feel that caffeine coursing through yer veins, and pump this jam. Goddammit those bastards in Teenage Bottlerocket pump me right the ferk right up! I could end the <b>PUMP UP</b> post right after this song, it would suffice.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="400" height="240"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-03q9VE0sOk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-03q9VE0sOk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="240"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>My legs are just a-shakin', that song just jacks me up! Well I guess I never really learned to skate, but if I had, you know my pump-levels would be freegin' sky-high each and every day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Alright fellow pumpers, dig this... turns out there's a kids inflatable party zone bouncy thingy which can be found on <a href="http://www.pumpitupparty.com/">pumpitupparty.com</a>. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mRQgiWPOZBf2PZc2-VVF9f-yI3Fb59FZMb1IEDIqBflsEsyBFemgyppsHTx6LRXB56g3nXOfZJ10cTX3OjTS7X3PS3YvKAtlm3N6EU2feLo5tFLWu1yO11ABeXRObZRTfRpQdfuJpoQT/s400/3217748961_66778246ab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470419802863007010" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>Thinkin' bout renting one, how pumpy would THAT be??!! Take it from the kids, this thing will pump yer face off. To prove it, the website is just littered with photos of pumpy kids' faces. Since I know you won't click that link above, I'll cover the highlights below. Check it out:</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Pretty PUMPED...</span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kdFV_QUG1CfpdGlKqhwMKadY_VTl-fuuvAaAZWoUz47u0m_BPfW_kQ8x1dyyg3HhyphenhyphennpuLEQqllKB4DU2YQVVmNXhtZ-JDOelDSbNA6N69vcKrDDkGhdwYICGv7p_Wphyphenhyphenm_pyYTzHHbrw/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-12+at+11.15.25+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470419816666332242" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 221px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><b>Gettin' pumpier... (I imagine this dude sayin' "Aww, daaaaang!!")</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVk92g3j6GgYe0XVMtrgZFu5rpCfkfVRvAuzHGEaLDcmgS3UPSlFL738nYf6f5Eq1FgCLY8JkL92nOxjd-hQDvi9r6kAD_mIMRJktG3_jbkyRl3RC9hmj0M5Z2pPWCoUv4kcAlXUlJhkA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-12+at+11.15.35+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470419809079638338" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 228px; " /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Ok, gettin' a serious PUMP-ON now... (notice how the folks at pumpitupparty.com are subtly covering their bases by including as many races as they can... this inflatable party thingy does not discriminate! [as long as you are a kid with a pumpy face])</b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCVJy4FRbFnRK52M6gOO4t2G-bRmtNT6OcOgiDG7lwRNeaqvXu4W1h4TX8DO-vdr76noIeA0HuFW3fowsurgOfIH_REWDp8E_5UD9PC3e0Prc2lumgOuobZRTi1CGvhqMubyBxDDhp-FQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-12+at+11.15.08+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470419794757760402" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 216px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><b>WOW, this last kid is just retardedly PUMPED UP like whoa!! This kid looks like the Tooth Fairy had just farted into his mouth and it tasted like magic. </b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-yP8vxh570lwfeqRzEp-YguQhdqK7_uQ1tHf45rOKdIMgbJEH624r4MG22AuN5f6gpe-1l_oah4Ezowq4N7CqcTUvs0Zx1RnVkD56YflrP_-8raHgoEopL-0frH0pa2guC_MkPCiro4V/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-12+at+11.15.44+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470419803918782562" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 225px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><b>PICTURE PUMP!!!</b> A pumpy picture is worth a thousand words. Check this, and feel those pump levels a-risin'!! <b>STAR WARS ROCK BAND! </b>I just love that C-3PO and R2D2 are holdin' down the keys in the background...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ee0dXOWlM2bj2O9SaE2Lfzyt4JUQWYMY7atehh_mJWPuoClEfMR1GORDisAqbd9gt9bDS00y62cBEjiVD0QGvQhB-fw8E4WBbpeT49_PH6QiivA7EXCqP5LuPVM45pD5Ie1uzW4u1xlY/s400/star+wars+rock+band.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470435072761459618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>Ok, now I know I've been talking a lot about the upcoming epic summer (<a href="http://puddingbath.blogspot.com/2010/04/hump-day-pump-up-summer.html">here</a> and <a href="http://puddingbath.blogspot.com/2010/05/endless-summer-shows.html">here</a>), but seriously, how awesome will it be to finally get to go to the beach or the pool and just get awesome?!? </div><div> If there is sand, it's a beach. </div><div> If it's a beach, there'll be boobs. </div><div> If there are sandy boobs, it's a party.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IbA1BL3df8m60cO2JWAKteZ7UDK_jsYgF41zgK2Xv85ROLoAZ2FXk83vqLkC_WdQsPSW1N8w89TBXGcuRGR9gKuj-Zd2FvF_XdyFGMIUZLYLk9KI5BiwqpN2dki-I2IH6ashXC2M_UmW/s400/sexy-girl-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417060739108626" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Reminds me of last summer, when my good buddy Jose ate 11 Creamsicles, chugged half a bottle of Jose Cuervo (which is ironic in itself, since his name is Jose), then decided to jump in the pool.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQk8l8CktDpfakQJiwtsorsefnS54ZPiaAeMiXRL28e8eMTk3OAVwDT-2upNcin4424HFlbzai2Oj0Ruw5m8bcxyAAMioEhUsXT1GI-n2BeMdu67A0zH8Dy_uJ_qtOSHmDNpukz2XwSXaa/s400/crazy-for-creamsicles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417053821640210" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmdRmQJHo-lfYuC1ipCKtJ840ZK7jNh7zeNcUlHCg1ZHoHI5f96fCAELDxRnfy6SvVeCiDAzoLuFF_gnNbP-NzUfwrIiCvWh17Dp9aTpC2T54-8g8eqnRrfXxQmaNJCWwn_-EPr9MqH6M/s400/519660381_5031d48b3e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417046344248194" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIVwhIczAMrc4YayzBVK179-P9g_R6Lur7W5g18DffR29PHF7nUqSXCd8WKY9qhCAv_Yu-0b_0yAFdlNvN9aZ9jS6TbNXo7O6JSlJtBBQRkk3h11ivF_FRJbv8Qsrg88hoij8g8LnUPom/s400/Pool+Puke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417048618396130" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah yeah I know Jose looks different in each photo there, put c'mon, I used what I had (thanks Google Image search). It's a true story nonetheless. Sorta. <b>PUMP!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok I'm sure you have some real pumpin' to do out there in the real world, so for this final bit lets take a trip down memory lane... all the way back to the beginning of this post. If you didn't watch the first video, <b>PUMP DOWN</b> to you my friend. But I'll give ya another chance. Another super-pumpy skate video, but in this one, everybody wipes out, every time. I always cringe when I watch this, but it's <b>SO DAMN PUMPY.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>As you're rockin' out today, remember... sometimes when you try to <b>PUMP TOO HARD</b>, you <b>FAIL</b>. You land on yer face. <b>NEGA-PUMP</b>. You may get battered and bruised, but just get back up, dust yerself off, and keep bringin' it hard. Happy Wednesday, and <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HAPPY HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dy7Cg36qfY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dy7Cg36qfY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-34508350256854415562010-05-10T11:23:00.002-05:002010-05-10T11:27:29.573-05:00ENDLESS SUMMER SHOWS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtucxpOGOpaSDLKvQkp4sqU3IZ53ZfGGyLCIrAexCQYN3DBhpNBBsfN4H-GQGW8zRvtCmZdjVqQdlSPGkJ4lcfArZeilMAhOPemUgjPQwE7Pa0xUC_ZM7XHetLWZndUbTV9HiHW6cJhNYK/s1600/hold_steady.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjwZBab6dQTOzMhmbAZS9LDQ6HT9NNvEPhDNh89jZ6JzVY-F0P6xWOD7xVz8HCyXc-KF6HEGUrHx6V2BIR9nCzKlrxi4gU3EpaIsEwyZi6jWQSGlT3XlbYbDe3gs0h8GBBkrVjwlb1cNE/s1600/d38r94t2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjwZBab6dQTOzMhmbAZS9LDQ6HT9NNvEPhDNh89jZ6JzVY-F0P6xWOD7xVz8HCyXc-KF6HEGUrHx6V2BIR9nCzKlrxi4gU3EpaIsEwyZi6jWQSGlT3XlbYbDe3gs0h8GBBkrVjwlb1cNE/s400/d38r94t2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468656486076337154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpdP9rTfEvM_iFYuvWz3SP2ra-d0jn95eQ27sbK97lafcOe3lGphz6wY45Cl_So2llG9H5607X_9xnsegH18XWGOoOlIR-Vc2bYO7962XxEbx5o0NYBY3SB2A5vcxlwolMgF6_EWjQ5Il/s1600/pavement-image.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggq0ANEbVFq_Igj8kFEGliJq6ZCpbelx1-T1sI3h5WqN8f4_xhk7He0GiWJn10Wg3dQhEBe_cokNr6jj3D_klf2cEMhuCYcqSv9wBctiqOO4KU__HV8y3tqV5wKfWk6y8Hvc73pRKiGCQE/s1600/The+National+live.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnj5duQ9yDhqYw84n8eJyrZvaUoPpZ3pCkzQ-dYm1rmgf-IxA0MlnWYB8MW6wUgVEkb2DexiQoHn7-uIZBs_94OcNdV05abgb98yu7v2bdFX1akSjiX_2T4JuzZLFYbo0YkDS-sgVIhu8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-07+at+5.15.17+PM.png"></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I gotta say that I've never seen such a goddamn plethora of awesome summer concerts than what's in store for us in 2010. Let's grab a beer, catch a show...<div><br /></div><div>May 21 - Peter Wolf Crier - Album release show - Turf Club</div><div>May 25 - Midlake - w/ Jason Lytle of Grandaddy - First Ave.</div><div>May 29-31 - Sasquatch Music Festival (too many to name) - The Gorge, WA.</div><div>June 1 - Astronautalis - 7th st. entry</div><div>June 5 - She & Him - cutest girl of all time - First Ave.</div><div>June 6 - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - First Ave.</div><div>June 9 - Matt Pond PA - 7th st. entry</div><div>June 11 - The New Pornographers - First Ave.</div><div>June 19th - Rock the Garden - MGMT, Retribution gospel choir, OK GO</div><div>July 1 - Tool - Xcel Energy Center</div><div>July 3 - The Hold Steady - Cabooze (outdoors!)</div><div>July 4 - The Hold Steady - First Ave.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtucxpOGOpaSDLKvQkp4sqU3IZ53ZfGGyLCIrAexCQYN3DBhpNBBsfN4H-GQGW8zRvtCmZdjVqQdlSPGkJ4lcfArZeilMAhOPemUgjPQwE7Pa0xUC_ZM7XHetLWZndUbTV9HiHW6cJhNYK/s400/hold_steady.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468657440680140914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>July 9-10 - Basilica Block Party - Weezer, Avett Bros, Spoon</div><div>July 14 - Modest Mouse - Orpheum theater</div><div>July 16-18 - Pitchfork Music Festival (pavement, modmouse, LCD, brokensocialscene)</div><div>July 18 - Wolf Parade - First Ave.</div><div>July 22 - Built to Spill - First Ave.</div><div>July 26 - The Gaslight Anthem - First Ave.</div><div>July 27 - Blitzen Trapper w/ Avi Buffalo - First Ave.</div><div>July 28 - The Dead Weather - First Ave.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggq0ANEbVFq_Igj8kFEGliJq6ZCpbelx1-T1sI3h5WqN8f4_xhk7He0GiWJn10Wg3dQhEBe_cokNr6jj3D_klf2cEMhuCYcqSv9wBctiqOO4KU__HV8y3tqV5wKfWk6y8Hvc73pRKiGCQE/s400/The+National+live.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468655430409921090" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Aug. 5 - The National - First Ave.</div><div><div>Aug. 6 - The National - First Ave.</div><div>Aug. 6-8 - Lollapalooza - Soundgarden, greenday, strokes, arcade fire, MGMT, national, etc</div><div><div>Aug. 9 - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Cabooze (outdoors!)</div><div>Aug. 12 - Phoenix - State Theater</div></div></div><div>Sept. 12 - Pavement - Roy Wilkins</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnj5duQ9yDhqYw84n8eJyrZvaUoPpZ3pCkzQ-dYm1rmgf-IxA0MlnWYB8MW6wUgVEkb2DexiQoHn7-uIZBs_94OcNdV05abgb98yu7v2bdFX1akSjiX_2T4JuzZLFYbo0YkDS-sgVIhu8/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-07+at+5.15.17+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468655421447275218" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-42913968359433171442010-04-30T11:25:00.009-05:002010-04-30T12:08:18.876-05:00PUMP, PUMP, PUMP IT UP!!! FRIDAY NIGHT WHOOO!!!Alright, listen up dudes and dude-lovers!!! Still need more <b>pumpage</b> this week?? Wonderin' what to do with your oh so important Friday night?? AAAHHHHHHHH jeezus man I can't even finish this intro, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm so frickin' PUMPPPPPPED RIGHT NOW AHHHHHH!!!!!!</span></b><div><br /></div><div>Seriously seriously, I can't contain the pump, it's just freakin' out akdjfljadskjflal!!!!DSJLFJD!!!PUMP!!!!SJDFKDSAFJ!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, settle down! Here's what's goin down tonight. My good friends have a band. They are playin' tonight at the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.redseaclub.com/">RED SEA BAR</a> in mpls. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">YOU'RE GOING. I'M NOT ASKING, I'M TELLING YOU. I can GUARANTEE you the following:</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1) Face-melting jamz.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">2) FREE MUSTACHES. SERIOUSLY.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">3) I will buy a beer.*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">4) Friends with bonerz.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5) We will be doing multiple <b>"TEEEEAM DRINKS"!!!</b> If you don't know what that is, well, come find out. Also, the "shoulder shrug" dance might come out</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (thanks </span><a href="http://heckyeah-man.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">heckyeahman</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">6) I will be giving out hugs like nobody's business. If you would like one <b>Official PUDDING BATH sponsored HUG</b>, come n' git it!</span></div><div>7) We're going to get awesome. We're going to get weird. We will be living out LOUD. Just good goddamn vibes and friends and fun all night!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>*No, I won't buy YOU a beer, but I promise I will buy a beer, and drink it with YOU.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvfDcI-F-xobHnhWpqE9G9oph1R-VkJjO2ph-GSqTdiuRxzbGlO88g2st7RQfpnX6548u4XMLLr5jGFX7s7It6K91dhiJc7BUWwlkpTGfMkTTrJMLVD04LFmq9fHKizPlPT9gB1kMf1kI/s400/lightbulb+2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465975677386274914" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">COME HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT!!!! DOORS 9:30PM, MUSIC 10PM. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HUGS. BOOZE. JAMZ. FRIENDSHIP. PUMPAGE. MEAT. HIGH FIVES. SLOW-MOTION SPLIT KICKS IN MID-AIR. SHOTS. PIGGY BACK RIDES. LOVE. EXCITEMENT. PUMP!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-3485592627278499012010-04-28T12:07:00.015-05:002010-04-28T13:00:04.000-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-lCJrbXyfXJF5HBGd8Dd2-xgydslQy41osnb6xUOkUhzZI4EAiWRD8ClU-1tpFNlNQ_LhemoEJHTyEI3nvdjvmMx5lCv4eulAsMsX1IeUIXWD29uPU3leQsL_YJcsnrAstpba25HJSoH/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-27+at+1.43.26+PM.png"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVKTkxWmAsssrHrbK7UpJvvqp_75iX1G1WdwLvcKfL3spJQId3MO95zZOpXV7_4YldwsKAs3hK5922uW5fqNOiZ4bL8sHSHxh_JTABaryfNmXVjen6BHiCMKJYB88h3EExJ0kQm9yx3oR/s1600/wtf-pics-tmnt-daddy.jpg"></a><br /><div>Yo, welcome back! Sorry for the lack of <b>PUMP</b> last Wednesday, I know some of you were depending on the <b>PUMP</b> to get you through your mediocre day, and I failed you. Don't worry, judging by the abundance of verbal abuse, hate mail, and burning crosses in my yard, I'd say you're ready to be <b>PUMPED UP</b> once again, and I'm here for you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So come on in, take a seat, get settled, and welcome to Wednesday. Nope. Change of plans, stand up. Backwards kick that chair as hard as you freegin' can. Rip yer shirt off. Yell at yer boss. Stand on your desk. Pour a cup of coffee on yer chest. <b>NOW</b> you're ready. This is the greatest Wednesday of your life (so far). <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUs_TFIc2C1Jdbgbo90C9krPcOoYUO8b_YkluG5LMSuenKb_8MWmPiAJaUVCSFqekXgioG0EN683nqiCn9_nKo9Tm0qfpJ3XYIs4p7s1mG2q81HbjZ8CQ9FQuk4Z4utw3YeDM3oaypGDne/s400/yelling-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465225893162866850" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span> </b>Why are we here? It's simple. We're here to help you rise up from the gigantic shit-ball that is your 9 to 5. In a few mere minutes, you will be jumpkicking Wednesday in the teeth, grabbing your wang or clam with one hand, while simultaneously raising a defiant middle finger to "the man" with the other. Get jacked up, feel the pump in your soul, and let's get right to it!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>PUMP - THE KFC DOUBLE DOWN!!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div>How I have not yet commented on this absurd "sandwich" is beyond me. I mean, dear god. I first read about it on some blog, and although I did have a lil' chuckle, I denied it's actual existence. Then came the billboards and TV ads for this ridiculous KFC monstrosity. Wow. I mean, I thought it was just an awesome joke, but KFC actually said "fuckit, lets just put it out there, see what happens..."</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-lCJrbXyfXJF5HBGd8Dd2-xgydslQy41osnb6xUOkUhzZI4EAiWRD8ClU-1tpFNlNQ_LhemoEJHTyEI3nvdjvmMx5lCv4eulAsMsX1IeUIXWD29uPU3leQsL_YJcsnrAstpba25HJSoH/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-27+at+1.43.26+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465244666227129186" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">First of all, the "bun" is meat. Read that again. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> The "BUN" is </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">MEAT. </span></b> Two pieces of fried chicken, to be exact. Wedged between those greasy patties of</div><div> chicken-like product is 2 slices of cheese (why not?), two slices of bacon (essential), and then some of The Colonel's goo slathered on for good measure. What crazy Wisconsin scientist came up with this one? Really America? We've lowered our standards enough to actually ingest this stack of garbage? KFC isn't even hiding behind a mysterious slogan or clever ploy, either. They're flat out encouraging you to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">UNTHINK</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. That literally means </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">DO NOT THINK.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Turn off your brain for a minute and suck down one of these heart-stopping calorie heaps ASAP. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Welp, gotta admit, it's pretty meaty, and definitely just mind-boggingly stupid, so I vote yes. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PUMP</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. And I thought the KFC Famous Bowls couldn't be topped...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /><object width="400" height="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfan5MacmsI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfan5MacmsI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ART PUMP!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>No, this is not a joke. I actually went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts the other day, and uh, well, I looked at art. It was generally a relaxing, soothing experience, but one piece of art got me freegin' <b>PUMPED</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84HZ2nz03KX8JO0T7De1llAWd1N2oNIcFEl8B4xhBt7FCiUFlXoR9PGRUru_8wUedXGCtNQgc0vTFUXwzg3O2G5YvZ2LMofinwKC0ZZ1nU2vaYi_7UFkDWbXOmUpALTJ-zzp1GzJckjMA/s400/minjun_untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464899806810496082" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>I mean, how <b>PUMPED</b> are these dudes? Look at those grins. This piece intrigued me, so I went to the artist, <a href="http://www.yueminjun.com/">Yue Minjun's website</a>. Turns out there are <i>armies</i> of these grinnin' Chinamen. It's all pretty rad. Also, for you Minneapolis peeps, check out the <a href="http://www.artsmia.org/until-now/">'Until Now'</a> exhibition goin' on at MIA right now. It's completely <b>FREE</b> on every third post-Hump Day (aka Thursday), from 5 to 9, or free with college ID, or 8 bucks for you other schmucks. <b>Art Pump.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, sidenote, do you remember that classic episode of Saved by the Bell, in which Lisa Turtle ponders, <i>"What is art? Are we art? Is art art?"</i> Bold questions indeed Lisa, I wish I had all the answers. Moving on...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">INTERRACIAL PUMP!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of Lisa, when I was younger I realized that Lisa Turtle was the first African American girl that I would totally go to the Bone Zone with. Now I'm not trying to ruffle any feathers with that statement, it's just the truth. Think about it... right? Rawt?!? That episode where Zach hooked up with her... I mean, I was totally hopin' he'd ultimately get wit Kelly, but man, knockin' boots with Lisa was a pretty hot change of pace. <b>PUMP!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JVyYZZIvnzCFWHTWhxXifK5JzbfPq5tBZNj3uyn9r6YOjsi06imyKLe81T5Q7vGIGRFHrNNdkviHf24v0VGrQFDaXhNo9tHrTx6kXY2SL3QsD2a1tpFU1aCRUp9RCHz2U5jhcxp-1zgF/s400/lisa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465024164753657714" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">WOOT.COM PUMP!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Today, it's a Woot-off. If you don't know what that is, you're missing out. You can catch all the action <a href="http://woot.com/">HERE</a>. If you didn't just click that link, you're missing out. If it is no longer Wednesday, April 28th, then you missed out. This is a timely pump.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVU2Ykpbliz25ii9v3BzipFGd8XNQI5NsUhZ6CWZvchm3qrNLnfm6iJM27rnSYHraGZENynyel-uAcpXasjKai4aNRmYL1g8oXURGTY6ILrfzAMRoVnmbMmL3UTAQD88UcTxXJkS6RIj-N/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-28+at+11.55.30+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465233254687597618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NINJA TURTLE CHILD CARE PUMP!!</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>I really, uh, dunno what to say here. At least the baby looks... happy?</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVKTkxWmAsssrHrbK7UpJvvqp_75iX1G1WdwLvcKfL3spJQId3MO95zZOpXV7_4YldwsKAs3hK5922uW5fqNOiZ4bL8sHSHxh_JTABaryfNmXVjen6BHiCMKJYB88h3EExJ0kQm9yx3oR/s400/wtf-pics-tmnt-daddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465235262334638722" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px; " /></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">DRUNK GIRLS PUMP!!!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div>I leave you today with this clip. This song is rad. This video is retardedly amazing. Watch it. Seriously, watch it. If this doesn't pump you up today, I will give you a full refund. Just do it. Don't think. Unthink. Let's party. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="400" height="242"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdRaf3-OEh4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdRaf3-OEh4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="242"></embed></object><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GET PUMPED, STAY PUMPED!!!!</span></b></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-24727446758805269122010-04-26T22:08:00.000-05:002010-04-26T22:09:28.942-05:00Orangy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgm4KwbTaXioUY-eyRCmbJaC5MHNQwUCVf85BG02O5tlSbNEZFGvKmGTODLSMCWk8qlcAZkGazuRL-PbHHoLRf4iSc5mY4bi-6gjsKlT5Uufx8CFvfJQU8Tx1caEyn7cWBPCUOVA8l_u_/s1600/meanest-cat-ever.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBY6XywUdvH5GomoX73LoeyblxAAX6uZ9_xupxdxhbbj6ZSItlWxZ9Z9CZ683ja1tpZlUu7GTVKW7pZlnJIF54FKwBUdQ5t6hCat0s1Ff-l0d31QUnyI8SR68Avzgu2VmQ4mxhauM933zX/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+9.37.51+PM.png"></a>So there's this neighborhood cat that just kinda walks around the block, chillin'. It's friendly as hell, nice and big and soft, and I'd like to believe the cat belongs to the neighbors next door, as it's always generally clean and not looking like a hobo-cat. <div><br /></div><div>(Sidenote: typin' 'hobo-cat made me think of 'robo-cat', which made me think of this.)</div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fd0UMQFXoFc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fd0UMQFXoFc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhoo, this orange feline sometimes strolls into our yard, usually when I'm outside stretching before I go on a nice long run (around the block). My roommates and I have taken a liking to the cat, and decided to name him Orangy. Orangy is generally awesome, and it's always a nice treat to get a surprise visit from Orangy. Oh, also, the cat is orange. Not sure if I mentioned that. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBY6XywUdvH5GomoX73LoeyblxAAX6uZ9_xupxdxhbbj6ZSItlWxZ9Z9CZ683ja1tpZlUu7GTVKW7pZlnJIF54FKwBUdQ5t6hCat0s1Ff-l0d31QUnyI8SR68Avzgu2VmQ4mxhauM933zX/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-26+at+9.37.51+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464641167477384306" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The other night, a friend and I were outside in the backyard when we spotted Orangy in the alleyway. It was dark out, so we just saw the cat-like profile, a dark figure of a cat just sitting on the edge of the yard. Assuming it was the one and only beloved Orangy, we both started to call for Orangy, to get Orangy to come closer and hang with us. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Orangy! Here Orangy!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I really like saying, "Orangy". Let me make sure you're getting it right... it's like, if you were to bite into an actual orange, what would you say it tastes like? That's right, Orangy. I just wasn't sure if that was how you would spell "Orangy", but that's what I've already gone with, so I guess we're good.</div><div><br /></div><div>ANYHOO, Orangy starts to approach us as we lure him closer with our cat-calls. Wait, are <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cat%20call">cat-calls</a> something else? I think so, but I'm just sayin' we were calling the cat to come closer.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ANYHOO</span>, Orangy walks up to us, and I run my hand over Orangy's head, then slowly down his neck. As I am petting him, my hand moves over a huge, hard lump on Orangy's back. "EHH!!!", I immediately pull my hand away. </div><div><br /></div><div>"WTF, there's like a hard, disgusting lump-like deformity on Orangy's back!!" (I said something like that, I don't remember)</div><div><br /></div><div>We decide not to pet Orangy anymore, but he still sorta keeps hangin' around us. My friend and I go on talking about something else, ignoring Orangy who is sitting behind us. After a while my friend decides to pay some attention to Orangy again, then notices the hard lumps on Orangy's back. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh gross, you were totally right. I think this cat is like dirty, it's hair is all clumpy and weird. Don't touch it, it might have mites."</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt a little bit offended that my friend would consider Orangy a "dirty cat", as Orangy has traditionally always been clean and well kept, but it was at that very moment when I looked into Orangy's eyes. Both eyes were surrounded by a dark black goo, and the cat's eyes were burning with pure malice and hatred. I think they were bloodshot even. That cat looked like a zombie. And that zombie cat was piercing my soul with those devilish eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>THIS WAS NO FUGGIN' ORANGY.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>"THIS IS NO FUGGIN' ORANGY!" I yelled. "Ahhhhh!!!!!" my friend screamed, then immediately started crying and peeing, then ran for the house. The devil cat gave me one last look, then leaped away into the night. I'll never forget the terror I felt upon looking into that cat's eyes. Those eyes were dead. That cat was not from this earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>After we had calmed down a bit and my friend changed into some drier clothes, we realized what we had been dealing with. "It was a freaky, Pet Cemetery Version of Orangy!" I stammered, heart still pounding intensely. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have since yet to see Orangy, or the freakishly hideous dead cat that looked like Orangy since it walked into our yard that night. I pray that the real Orangy is alive and healthy, and hasn't been reincarnated as a soul-sucking devil cat from hell.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgm4KwbTaXioUY-eyRCmbJaC5MHNQwUCVf85BG02O5tlSbNEZFGvKmGTODLSMCWk8qlcAZkGazuRL-PbHHoLRf4iSc5mY4bi-6gjsKlT5Uufx8CFvfJQU8Tx1caEyn7cWBPCUOVA8l_u_/s400/meanest-cat-ever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464642707015735938" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 285px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, Bret Michaels, former Poison singer, star of Rock Of Love with Bret Michaels, and all around celebrity douchebag, is suffering from a brain hemorrhage right now and will most likely die. Probably because of this:</div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JocPcYBCN18&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JocPcYBCN18&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-32291609063706214572010-04-14T11:04:00.002-05:002010-04-14T11:17:15.349-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!! - S.U.M.M.E.R.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOacXSmij0_sO8_WIQvK3rifnLbNcP0gChoGiTbb_7WoPC0osdi7m1Zuh0wlp7QQ8uU4APT57HzaB6niLTZghZiJapPdtt5D-UAFMkIMdgHin6gF7sbmvJAQ1EaKqAJn8ui3cehXGP6fam/s1600/n59501035_35063550_6578-1.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoEv_wskBsZnYxdQBVsw0YF9903BKud1mh6gAByu_F3GUYLja4eSrYxabK5m0t5TkNXDO9HBo6P38WdZYKj-AUAwGSuKuy3OAaVTzUqrD5a-QM-ExEqrZupFzZFHaReF4-CDpiXuUk1g4/s1600/Girls_Beautyful_Girls_Girl_into_water_005257_.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFFmmoWqOLLXxyWBY8KRQqJ3zenhd_TyMqC_goLZhlghoPuvZmFfq4lRFO1tyIfH4sxX2WMNsUUz5dtmj9w5bruT9IY9pyGfPy3tLo6i-v6aOgoQiTz2W_3jb6SG8rcY_F5wd0JzyTgqH/s1600/1106809_height370_width560.jpeg"></a><br />Yo, straight up, to my Midwest peeps, get pumped. Now get <b>SUPER PUMPED</b>. Now concentrate real hard and <b>GET THOSE PUMP LEVELS THROUGH THE FREEGIN' ROOF.</b> What's the occasion you ask? Well, besides it being WEDNESDAY, it's also one other special thing...<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">SUMMER.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gJSHiJIUbtVXmJoZKCbNl6-9jZ_gc7w8s_QY4NpvKjO_dL22_MA_0z8K0CyYJI5Ik1xOnTT7e4XA5TSJBj4nWNUXwoXSF2M29h6RoEGdN6c1U-5oL49D6fhc-OB5Z55o89GtZtYHforJ/s400/Sequence_Summer_Jump_by_ArtDZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460027175673355554" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes my friends, I am officially calling it. Now before you go yelling at me, let me just assure you, it is summer. I've made the call, I'm sticking with it. I understand that we skipped Spring this year. I understand that the lake's not warm enough to dive in quite yet. I understand that there was that one year where I called Summer, then it snowed 3 more times. I've made mistakes in the past, but I'm fully confident in my decision now. It is <b>SUMMER</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why should this <b>PUMP</b> you up??? Let me count the ways...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP ONE : GRILLING OUT.</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>I don't know how I even begin to explain how awesomely amazing grilling out is. You know when I most want to grill out? When I am just drivin' along on a nice day, windows down, mindin' my own bidness, when all of a sudden <b>WHAMMO!</b>, my nostrils are filled with the sweet scent of a flamin' grill somewhere off in the distance. Immediately my mind is filled with bratwursts and burgers and shish kabobs and perfectly seared steaks. It's like there are grill marks on my brain. Anytime that delicious aroma wafts in my direction, I get a <b>FOOD BONER</b> instantly. Bust out the charcoal, let's do this. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the best part is you can grill any day, with anything - if it's made out of food, you can grill it. Feel free to get weird with it, it's totally cool. Chicken? Pork? Beef? Veggies? yepyepyepyep. Pizza? Let's give er a whirl! <b>PUMP!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJTghTMbiNchXO8S_1RQaSvKWvulCpUCfUANbYpYY-1sLI-h8p6d-6a9idjcpthcoO5DZcErqsh7XSSqB58_SqEK9K46I6yi3oK2s1r-HzXxCyNzWPxEiFrNeo3PGj_rF0XwBie4mBk9M/s400/grilling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459865376849015858" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 276px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP TWO: BASEBALL.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>America certainly did get it right when they claimed this as our pastime. Nothing like havin' a few brews in the sun, nom noming on a hotdog, hearin' the crack of the bat, just enjoying <i><b>THE</b></i> sport of summer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzrYipnicWu7BmvwJ9HhDDwlhOqaq7NXU1dokPL0wX0-TY3zEjZTo89nWwUilr8eqRh5OD4mbi76wj8ZcNf9jsZ5UwbU4UIHlvzGzv2TC0BSCs5TzaGIMHa3QieYuIC-sLzA8Wk8U1i9Z/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-14+at+10.38.48+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460019103002124050" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 365px; " /></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP THREE : SAND.</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Anytime sand is involved, in anything, it's a party. The beach? Hell yes. Fill a cooler and go run around in the sand. Get home and empty the sand out of your shoes - a sure indicator that summer is in full swing. Get one of those hourglasses with the sand in it - well, uh that has nothing to do with anything. But I'm pretty sure sand and summer go hand in hand.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP FOUR: SANDALS.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div>...and if you've got sand, you bet yer ass you've got sandals. Ah, the feeling of not giving two shits about socks or shoes, slippin' into a comfy pair of sandals. You go from walkin around the house barefoot to out the door and good-to-go in 2 seconds. So easy. Kudos to Jesse Von Sandalton III, who invented the classic footwear. I made that up. One thing to note on sandals: Don't let foreigners fuck wit your sandals, especially while drinkin' milk, or this will happen:</div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hT_WdJ1bqyg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hT_WdJ1bqyg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP FIVE: SUNBURNS.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Sunburns just freegin' rule. Ok, they do suck and hurt pretty bad, not really that pumpy of a thing, but hey, what an awesome reminder of a great summer day. A sunburn means that you were having so much fun doing whatever it was you were doing in the sweet summer sunshine that you just couldn't resist an hour or two more outside, baking in the glorious heat. Slap on some aloe vera gel and call it a day, cause you my friend got lobsterized. <b> PUMP!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWuJZeUdtSk1Irg3TfjcJydaQmF1Z5aMA2uz5OHvjQRGLG2jFYNH684IVbXEmYDVvAXsD3oRq9z5UerJQamsa8cQG3ePUm6LQHL14Eh11JYdf-sDglzKptqlf4nk0K7ws0K6wvQK8J387/s400/big_990405-mexico-pdc-sunburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459871321119478994" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEs_niZaVgQH8sgZO5HQRZ6CCeNLPrR4iNQtqAyBovknM4SfjD2Ya3bIAPQ0lLt9Vv8XfbmoLlco4mSlzT02whNEcYTSU_NC5mnB3JYG3jsKrvktMLtnRFGiVDh_beuRscuI3JqONcq19/s400/02aug13-i-suck-sunburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459871323710138306" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP SIX: KITES.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>When's the last time you flew a kite? Seriously. Go to <a href="http://puddingbath.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-target.html">Super Target</a>, fork out $4, get a kite. Then ya know what you do with that sucker?? You get a nice windy day, find a nice open space outside, preferably next to a nice lake, and you nicely throw that thing up into the beautiful nice blue sky. Nice! Now you're winning. <b>PUMP</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxU0DuPTJ1ndfZ26h6rWnUPzlS3dpJNNIGqn_8HTxX97x29tcYmTIy6fHxDnWI5s0H8mKyt_wwvjrFHGEQAlQb-Nj_XVfRgGQ5PiUBO1tz6mlYvBxbRdLc9Iyn7_2mY5PfYtXeD4nHkvk9/s400/2506784586_f06d8aa5b7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459871308631556322" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I just realized that I cannot fully represent the ahmazingness of Summer in just one blog post. It would probably take, um, all Summer to properly discuss Summer. So on to the speed round... I'll just post some more summery fun topics, with a picture to represent...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>PUMP: POOL PARTIES.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMhQpfMFeNsg_UbCpBZP6WlyAB2rpuaunlC4lpElZhJt9rn6MQzIP3zhmmpjFMpX-ft3Fqfg5MpYfVePWpSRTmJoDaUVZEmZ5uMJxG1YEAKlBgF3_ji4hD2uf7XqVGsIidcmWiCjAJvIc/s400/13+Magic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879600687359746" border="0" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP: BONFIRES.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xImMB4iDEKoMg09lh4IiZVv-9HBEXj6u0j92oYFCqTYuZiLp6IjmAx3c_EaFLOecfC2GyasnoEw_qkmC8tRUL396VYV8KTUgXz3tj40KcB4Ki2IRq0cmkAELzIg3q2Rx488_Ri4xI6-m/s400/ablaze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460016300229372786" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP: WATERMELON EATING CONTESTS.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFFmmoWqOLLXxyWBY8KRQqJ3zenhd_TyMqC_goLZhlghoPuvZmFfq4lRFO1tyIfH4sxX2WMNsUUz5dtmj9w5bruT9IY9pyGfPy3tLo6i-v6aOgoQiTz2W_3jb6SG8rcY_F5wd0JzyTgqH/s400/1106809_height370_width560.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460023134467505346" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP: SWIMMING.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoEv_wskBsZnYxdQBVsw0YF9903BKud1mh6gAByu_F3GUYLja4eSrYxabK5m0t5TkNXDO9HBo6P38WdZYKj-AUAwGSuKuy3OAaVTzUqrD5a-QM-ExEqrZupFzZFHaReF4-CDpiXuUk1g4/s400/Girls_Beautyful_Girls_Girl_into_water_005257_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460024405958775282" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP: CAMPING.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOacXSmij0_sO8_WIQvK3rifnLbNcP0gChoGiTbb_7WoPC0osdi7m1Zuh0wlp7QQ8uU4APT57HzaB6niLTZghZiJapPdtt5D-UAFMkIMdgHin6gF7sbmvJAQ1EaKqAJn8ui3cehXGP6fam/s400/n59501035_35063550_6578-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460027880274526946" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; 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"><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">S.U.M.M.E.R. </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">---> SUPER. UNBELIEVABLE. MELTY. MAGNIFICENT. ENDLESS. RECREATION. </span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>THAT IS SUMMER.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Now I know you're just sittin' there in your cubicle, the most un-summerlike hell on earth, but just focus on all of the glorious things to come, as mentioned above. Trust me, those things wouldn't be half as fun unless you went through those miserable work days, pushin pencils and givin' in to the man. So <b>GET PUMPED</b>, you've got another <b>KICK ASS SUMMER</b> to look forward to, make this one count. Let's make this the <b>PUMPIEST SUMMER OF ALL TIME. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">SUMMER OF THE PUMP!!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-65378337285446685262010-04-12T13:09:00.002-05:002010-04-12T13:13:51.995-05:00Tips for surviving Predator 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjLTMM4PzdKsxOPtWiNKWgMknA0llixnCs4HCWEK3ewzfQ_tlEDiCyM55yJU8-qKo8gQB57-ixdOcxloetzLgN63FuqqVBraXOqjxVvdnzxPG9w7VRiWejWC5wLKkspZz5gMDwU2dMgMc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-12+at+1.12.00+PM.png"></a><br />Tips for surviving Predator 2:<div><br /></div><div>1. When you've got Predator on the ground, appearing dead, and you're holding a shotgun, DO NOT just quietly walk up to Predator and poke him in the chest with the shotgun. YOU BLAST THAT MUTHA FUCKA!!! Stupid Danny Glover.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Do NOT rely on Gary Busey to save your ass in the end, when all he's been doing the whole movie is making snide comments and generally be a cocky prick. Busey will die, most certainly.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. If you think you'll swear your way out of this one, think again: Spike TV has edited the curse words. So for those of you considering calling Predator "one ugly mother..." well, get a new game plan pal.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. When Predator screams, it's loud as f**k (edited for television), waking up all the old ladies in the apartment building. If you hear a beastly scream, GET THE EFF OUT!!</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Remember, if you happen to get the upper hand in the ultimate Predator battle, note that he always likes to just give up and self-destruct. I know, it sucks, but just get ready for it. Also, don't try to figure out those little red blips on Predator's self-destruct wrist thingy, cause by the time you do, you'll be all blowed up.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. If something's a-gunna explode, don't just stand there; dramatically jump out of the way just in time, as stuffs blowin' up just behind you. Whew, that was a close one.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. All else fails, refer to Predator 1.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjLTMM4PzdKsxOPtWiNKWgMknA0llixnCs4HCWEK3ewzfQ_tlEDiCyM55yJU8-qKo8gQB57-ixdOcxloetzLgN63FuqqVBraXOqjxVvdnzxPG9w7VRiWejWC5wLKkspZz5gMDwU2dMgMc/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-12+at+1.12.00+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459315533593296082" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px; " /></span></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-76804264053275694452010-04-09T11:56:00.000-05:002010-04-09T11:56:49.897-05:00Selling Out to the Man<div><br /></div>So we've made some slight modifications around the ol' pBath. Don't worry, all of the meaningless content you've grown to love is still there (occasionally). But one thing I have added is the obtrusive advertisement thingy on the right side of the page. Don't worry, it won't affect anything, and I'm sure you won't click on it, it just means that I've sold my soul to Google. In return, they will be sending me checks for 14 cents every month. Gotta pay dem bills somehow, right? Oh, and whatever cheap product they are advertising right now, you probably need to click on that ad and get. NOW!<div><br /></div><div>LOL I just realized that the ads are tailored to the content of the blog, so unless you are in need of some HYDRAULIC HEAT PUMPS, you might not be clicking on that ad any time soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I added a nifty hit counter, just for fun. Now I can somewhat gauge just how many of you are out there, but not really. It pretty much just counts how many times I click on my own blog. Pretty useless, but it might be fun to make that number go up and give this blog the illusion that people other than me are actually reading it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder if they could make a counter that counts a certain word on your blog? I'm thinking a PUMP COUNTER might come in handy for Wednesdays, just to gauge Pump Levels? Hmm..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Change we can believe in! Thanks for reading!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-1912544244416421772010-04-07T07:00:00.003-05:002010-04-07T10:33:24.854-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP - NINTENDO!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_2LGvke8KAhkwH-2ScNT0OYmm8agdTfe1pbCPKAeqPhd_8RmGrfTs258Wen1WhR1cCccs6UYVz4KTUMXxDeq9qX33owk3rYe02tAJ2GqpVRp3jqYPPnXkWB7ruQow1L7xViwCVUS8Wcs/s1600/awesome+NES+kid.png"></a><br /><br />Ok dudes and dudettes, I've got a pretty big <b>PUMP-ON</b> today for one of my absolute favorite things in life (No, not meat. Or beer. Or boobs, or cheese. Oh, and not bonfires. I just realized those are pretty rad too. You know how you could just stare into a fire for like, ever? And you see something different every time? And the next day when you smell your clothes? Oh man, that smell, it's so good, it's li... ok I'm gettin' sidetracked) <div><br /></div><div>Today, let's get <b>JACKED</b> for one of the greatest inventions known to man, <b>THE NINTENDO ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM.</b> And oh how that system certainly did entertain!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm3EyUf4VrUPjPT1i9DTTx1hktZy63kIZt-d83VdQ66ORQKz_RAzqe5W9bNg4_IcafYrmaZ4pgv_7DFEtqlaQ1yJCShl4T2iE_X4w9mb5nt7cq_TQt7EVjEhz-WaJYFx83O9LibvDGNid/s400/nes-console.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457256946373569858" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Let's take a look at the mighty ways that this simple machine gets me <b>ABSOLUTELY FREEGIN' PUMPED!!! (ABSO-PUMPIN-LUTELY?!?!)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>PUMP ONE: THE GAMES.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Oh those glorious 8 bit games. I remember back in the day there were kids with a SHIT TON of games, I'm talking 50 to 100, and that didn't even scratch the surface. There are now 145,376 NES games in the world. I made that up. But there's a lot.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_2LGvke8KAhkwH-2ScNT0OYmm8agdTfe1pbCPKAeqPhd_8RmGrfTs258Wen1WhR1cCccs6UYVz4KTUMXxDeq9qX33owk3rYe02tAJ2GqpVRp3jqYPPnXkWB7ruQow1L7xViwCVUS8Wcs/s400/awesome+NES+kid.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457268407988571154" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Rad kid, livin' hard, 1988.</span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>PUMP TWO: </b><i><b>THE</b></i><b> GAME.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, there were many amazing NES games, but you've got to be fistin' me if you don't agree that <b>SUPER MARIO BROS 3</b> is the greatest Nintendo ga NO NO, <b>THE GREATEST VIDEO GAME EVER MADE. PERIOD.</b> I specifically remember hearing the news through the grapevine (my older cousins) once they had experienced the sheer awesomeness of Mario 3. In three simple words...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>MARIO. CAN. FLY.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNehFe83i8pdP4yzKrF_9MfqAnJuL4PHFkvFLYLVFWsvLyVTz7juCy9XPL1ExySF47ck5M8GL-He_ooVYR6ppxhMtJ_TH0JuQv9KcLaL7EEFw_SUtRhHu-uZWjKh1w6zefigyIm2LEm0Xd/s400/super_mario_bros_31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457263978115075362" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px; " /></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is the game that effed up everything, it was so bad-ass. Nothing would ever top it, for like, uh, a couple months or so. But the effect of that game has lasted a lifetime. I don't even sound like a complete mega-nerd yet, cause I know for DAMN CERTAIN that you yourself have played Mario 3. I KNOW you have. It's just like, life man. If you are tryin' to tell me you've never played a game of Mario 3, just do me a favor and skip on down to <b>PUMP EIGHT. </b>Ok, movin' right along...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>PUMP THREE: THE INVINCIBLE CONTROLLER.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>As a Nintendo player, you've played Nintendo, and you've gotten angry. Every time I experience a particularly shitty point in a game, my go-to move is to violently slam the controller against the floor or across the room. Chuckin' that controller against a wall and yelling obscenities is a such a stress reliever, so fun. But guess how many NES controllers I've broken in my lifetime??? That's right: <b>ZERO</b>. Why? Cause those things don't break. They're an incredible piece of Japanese hardware, impervious to even the strongest 12 year old's tortures. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you've ever had to buy another Nintendo controller, it is because you've lost yours or your cousin Greg stole it or you bought a 2 player game or your mom accidentally sold it in a thrift sale. It is NOT because you broke it, because that sir, is impossible.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>PUMP FOUR: BEATING RECORDS.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing like crushing your buddy's confidence by beating their top scores, no matter how long it takes you. (Suck it, <a href="http://newsockseveryday.blogspot.com/">Ben</a>.)</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpoFnx74Fbed8tULygHe1b2KGbTNGEwjDbSTLtLcXXRPsi2NW6QWqhg7BNo9C-1o7uvhuLHVe5WYH54XEk9TvqZEFb2oSNo_8K7iyXtzNT-TbMVa-HCERHkzglOLOPz0_bp9YJbV2Xff6/s400/CIMG0372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457266141929046530" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQluofUfu2MGpttclw6xos5NPRFkaBSk-4SIlhvTEprLTzk3b6WwQ6fDH-h69UHKCoV47B-PJnsUFOt0t4zYyylfY_zRCbnTh9v9LcYGf7YJul0aU7PWXfHwoFu2VPahRZBVaRxDS9BYRJ/s400/GolfJU0001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457266484304393298" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 224px; " /></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>PUMP FIVE: NINTENDO BLOWS.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>There's nothing like a Nintendo not properly playing your games. And the end all remedy, known to kids around the world? Blow into the game. I've almost come to believe that that is half the fun, blowin' into the games (to supposedly clean the dust out of the cartridge)? It's almost like the ultimate rewarding moment once you get that game title screen to come up without errors on your TV. And there was always that one kid who claimed to have "the blow" haha. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh hey guys, I've got this, works every time, I swear." <i>Phhhhhuuuhhhhffff!!!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Man, I think for every hour of a Nintendo game I've played, I've spent 15 minutes blowing into the game, then into the console, just trying to get that sucka to work.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">PUMP SIX: THE WIZARD.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Classic Nintendo movie not only starring a young and dreamy Fred Savage, the unveiling of Super Mario Bros 3, and a hot <a href="http://images.google.com/images?client=safari&rls=en&q=jenny+lewis&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=BxC8S_ulHIjlnQfA7YzcCA&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CBkQsAQwAA">Jenny Lewis </a>(of Rilo Kiley fame), this classic film also featured one of the most mysterious items of Nintendo lore, The Power Glove.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhacjcJpDy69c9xYfN92c0hpdOmWQ8lUx-Jgg0pxb2se8PiscBi3Ons7iqzxPy1hbXyDbAD_bd0PtoazPFfTrxcULAHRKr-0c78hBFafNE5wnqAfRNaSNk_HG-5I51Eho6ANk2CzAzfgjJW/s400/The-Wizard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457256940538988898" /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Favorite Quote from "The Wizard": "I love the Power Glove. It's so bad." - Lucas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Second favorite quote: "California." - Jimmy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">PUMP SEVEN: THE POWER GLOVE.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Holy shit, this thing looked so bad ass! Do you remember this? A Nintendo <b>GLOVE</b>, covered in fancy buttons and stuff, the ultimate weapon in gaming!! I remember getting really <b>PUMPED</b> about this... til 17 years later I realized that I had yet to ever see one of these things. I think they only made like 4 of them. Plus I'm betting they, uh, didn't work worth a crap. But <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">CHECK OUT THE VID BELOW</span></b>, (NOW!!!) then kick a coworker in the teeth, you'll be so goddamn <b>MEGA-PUMPED!!!</b> Who knew they invented the Wii in 1990??!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/93iDhnBcMGo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/93iDhnBcMGo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>PUMP EIGHT: THE REAL LOSERS.</b> </div><div><br /></div><div>Whew, what a pumpy subject for HDPU today, eh?! Now I'm going to predict that there's some <i>REAL</i> nerds out there that are sorta, oh I dunno, <b>un-pumped</b> for all this Nintendo talk. As if there was possibly a chance that Nintendo <i><b>wouldn't</b></i> pump you up. I usually don't cater to assholes like you, but just in case there are a few of you out there who don't care for the above, here's something un-nintendo-y to pump you up - An awesome pic of a man who bought a kiddy pool, filled it completely with pudding, then took a bath in it. Scroll down and enjoy, haters.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rkkKH2IAXqI0Ye_XvUxXQoY4zddpafKNnoKIAINrcUtIHvyoFcP0yZKRGntoslfT3ylwXamv2VMc9pCmTkx95VYchOaXenVapK0xkVdJI57k_6p7Uqh7RcjCsV2rf0Ko1ZT4PpT-AQau/s400/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457261284645801442" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>OH SNAP!!</b> I lied, it's just a guy in a <b>PENIS SUIT</b>. My bad. Oh, it may be too late but I forgot to mention, this pic is NSFW, suckas!! In yo face. Get a life. And a Nintendo.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So to all my <b>PUMPY</b> friends, today let's raise a glass (of coffee for those of us at work, tequila for those of us who are not) to the greatest technological invention known to man (and sometimes women, but they generally suck at nintendo [prove me otherwise ladies!].) <b>CHEERS TO NINTENDO!!! 1-2-3- Teeeeaaaaam DRINK!!!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Keep each other pumped out there!!! And remember, life is not an 8-bit game. It's more like 1 gajillion-bits, but it is a game, so remember to play it hard, do your best, don't cheat (but sometimes get assistance, from let's say a </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_Genie"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Game Genie</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">), and HAVE FUN!! Stay pumped.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-57875087715202134362010-04-02T03:43:00.002-05:002010-04-02T15:52:38.516-05:00Funny Bones.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNA_Wn-WRUbdgJDgfgeNM2aTv5Gnx_MAcbhkX64fSroovs6CGQlHfnCK4eD1-y_9F6do0NhHTTKD3xzRxGPQjr5ULbrgOGdpPB0gg_3aHxhQXlOjcTYm0uS36qb3PWxF3C6qImtzxYs_v/s1600/boner.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thoughts on bones.<div><br />1. When you bang the shit out of your elbow, aka "hit yer funny bone", there is absolutely nothing goddamn funny about it. It sucks, it is a stinging, sharp pain that seemingly hits you right in the soul. Why some idiot would go and label the smashing of this bone as "funny" is beyond me.<br /><br />2. The TRUE funniest bone is, inevitably, the boner.<br /><br />3. Boner died. He's that dude from Growing Pains, Mike Sever's friend, who was always gettin' into some kind of, er, predicament. That's one Boner we're certainly going to miss.<div><br /></div><div>4. Similar to all of this (?) is the term "Bone-head". If you are an idiot or jackass, like the guy who invented the term "funny bone", you are considered a "Bone-head". In reality, all of our heads are comprised of bone, so all of you out there reading this, you are all Bone-heads.</div><div><br />5. Back to boners for a sec, never wear gym shorts to work on Casual Fridays, unless you are me and there are no hotties to be found within your entire office space. I be wearin' gym shorts to work all the time, no boners to be had there. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> (*Update: part of this statement is no longer true)</span><br /><br />6. When you gain knowledge that a friend/coworker/your parents/Kim Kardashian/anyone is about to GET IT ON with another person, you shall from this day forward refer to that as going to <b>"THE BONE ZONE"</b>. This magical place known as <b>"THE BONE ZONE" </b>can be referenced in many different ways, including the following examples:<br /><i><br />"Hey man, you were really hittin' it off with that Mindy chick at the party last night. You kinda disappeared too. Did you guys go to THE BONE ZONE???"</i><br /><br />OR<br /><i><br />"Dude, total bummer - she told me she had a boyfriend. I thought I was in fo sho, but turns out I was a hundred miles away from THE BZ."</i><br /><br /><br />7. There's a show on Fox called "Bones". Never seen it, but I'm guessing it's about two detectives who solve mysteries by looking at, erm, bones or something. This couple's relationship might also be teetering on the verge of romantic, with a "will they/won't they", Jim/Pam thing goin' on to pique the audience's interest. That's just my guess. Also, I'm guessing you can throw this show into the shit pile with all the other crap on that network (House, Fringe, 24). Make no bones about it, this show probably sucks.<br /><br />(Ok ok, I guess 24 gets some street cred out there, I dunno, I don't watch any of that garbage. I was really just trying to talk about more "bones" stuff. My big qualm with 24 [again, i know nothing about the show, so settle down]: I THOUGHT THERE WERE JUST 24 HOURS TO DIFFUSE THE BOMB/STOP THE TERRORISTS/SAVE THE WORLD/WHATEVER IT IS JACK BAUER IS DOING?! I mean, what's goin' on there? Haven't there been like 5 seasons of that crap? Shouldn't they have set the bar a lil' higher when starting out the show by naming it, oh, i don't know, 192? That way you've got a guaranteed 8 seasons to finish up being a hero or whatever. I'm sure America has already been filled in on this, but I'm oblivious. Can someone set me straight on that one? In the meantime, I'll just go on hating it.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrtiS2hwek1HFWnQJP_6rrp6zUESkR_TixH1TqaCS_hnY8qfuu1k5K2judOiF0bfnolpOYNS5kjRG3jy9pq_D8HMI_j-8Fuk2E-_nVUyHtyHZVY1H2jW_O-F6DdWEZ8PaBc0VI_jwEuSc/s400/boner-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455640341526855714" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px; " /></span><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNA_Wn-WRUbdgJDgfgeNM2aTv5Gnx_MAcbhkX64fSroovs6CGQlHfnCK4eD1-y_9F6do0NhHTTKD3xzRxGPQjr5ULbrgOGdpPB0gg_3aHxhQXlOjcTYm0uS36qb3PWxF3C6qImtzxYs_v/s400/boner.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455640795904568194" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 296px; " /></span></div></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-18359034213030885692010-03-24T16:38:00.001-05:002010-03-24T16:40:16.577-05:00BONUS PUMP!!! More Dogs.BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP BONUS PUMP!!!!!<br /><br />More pumpage for all you dog lovers. <a href="http://nothinghappenstwice.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-and-watch.html">GO HERE NOW.</a>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-49940015030758803392010-03-22T12:30:00.017-05:002010-03-24T10:44:07.261-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP - DOGS.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!!</span></span><br /><br />Today: Dogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxhQ5IptT7ppIgoWwWHTw-DgXEyNQzhumidmkobg73Yc0l1BaE4VDU7zTPyhGjtj5RcwZggwaF9mgoed_9aKe03eII9z5_OwkSH5hqB9h1wlzwY0wa0QyCc0x_HMO-NLr57Wi-YeRym-y/s1600/eddie-the-st-bernard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxhQ5IptT7ppIgoWwWHTw-DgXEyNQzhumidmkobg73Yc0l1BaE4VDU7zTPyhGjtj5RcwZggwaF9mgoed_9aKe03eII9z5_OwkSH5hqB9h1wlzwY0wa0QyCc0x_HMO-NLr57Wi-YeRym-y/s400/eddie-the-st-bernard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452216541846523714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />First of all, my friend ate a dog. Check it out <a href="http://itsabloggieblogworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/dog.html">here.</a><br /><br /><br />Second, I just quickly wanted to touch on an issue of great importance to me. Many of you are familiar with the comedy classic 'Billy Madison'. Of course you are. There are countless moments of hilarity and gut-busting LOLs sprinkled throughout that film, however there is one moment that I feel has not justly received the appreciation it deserves. No, it's not the drunk by the pool banter, or 'boys night out' feces gathering scene, or any scene involving the words 'boob', or 'snack pack' or 'Chlorophyll'. The best moment to really stir up some laughs is only a few seconds long, but in my humble opinion (I could have abbreviated that, right? Hrm) it is <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE FUNNIEST SCENE IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE.</span> I may be alone on this one, but whatev. It totally <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMPS ME UP.</span> Check it out below.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sagwesmJ6Gg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sagwesmJ6Gg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I dunno what it is about it, but it just tickles my funny bone, ya dig? Anyway, since like 6th grade, whenever the occasion comes up where I get to say, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Speak for yourself, moron"</span> I always do it in a gruff doggie voice ala the vid above.<br /><br /><br /><br />Third - I was going to post a Snoop Dogg video to increase the <span style="font-weight: bold;">pump</span> levels, or post some other Snoop-related somethin or other, but I just couldn't find anything <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumpy</span> enough that might generate some LOLs. Well, I guess I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> find this pic of Snoop wearing an over-sized handkerchief, which is pretty ridiculous, but if you're looking for something more than that, well, uh... just YouTube 'Snoop Dogg stoned' or 'Snoop Dogg talking like idiot' or something, I dunno. For the time being, just imagine blowing yer nose on a rapper's outfit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNma7n-vxfddNM9SFQs9qa9joYzImFqE3OLK9UMkHLiHARBXS7kyvNAmrpylUjRfxWZiI0XOtu80iFyM8eKEAy3jCoRVmqwyeQrnPjomqXfpwvXR6deI-ngOBmTCiuKbnbspD_tP1-3jes/s1600/Snoop+Dogg+Bandana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNma7n-vxfddNM9SFQs9qa9joYzImFqE3OLK9UMkHLiHARBXS7kyvNAmrpylUjRfxWZiI0XOtu80iFyM8eKEAy3jCoRVmqwyeQrnPjomqXfpwvXR6deI-ngOBmTCiuKbnbspD_tP1-3jes/s400/Snoop+Dogg+Bandana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452068361935188146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BREAKING NEWS: <span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Kelly Osbourne fractures her elbow breaking up a dog fight</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh319O-h_T2fEOmPhcpqzG_8fka-u83AgWup2QkVxE2HT2VMY64uMrKb3-pDEYkVOU8YPyJoFApvz1-LfjXpLvF_Ln20uzovjUBVuJVE0l4yNTwcpjqgqnG1dXrCCSCGVf5c2CanX_NSzZ/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh319O-h_T2fEOmPhcpqzG_8fka-u83AgWup2QkVxE2HT2VMY64uMrKb3-pDEYkVOU8YPyJoFApvz1-LfjXpLvF_Ln20uzovjUBVuJVE0l4yNTwcpjqgqnG1dXrCCSCGVf5c2CanX_NSzZ/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452077414122978642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wait wait, okay. First of all, I don't care. Second of all, wasn't she that chubby daughter of Ozzy? Where'd the chubness go? Third, I don't care. Dogs = 1. Lipo'd Ozzy baby = 0.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More dog stuff... umm.. OH! I used to work with this woman, and she would always bring her dog into work (our old office allowed dogs lol). This lady would sometimes dress her dog up in little outfits and shit, it was ridiculous.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5LuUkEWjjKLA520EfuOrHXpXV6QYfgIkG-wAXRXRpiI54gwobZhvhekQE_nTzXli5hpuF8RWQJYKTEKtGu-spKXwoqDZ1HEMA4ic4Ek3HcuSqMObH45w925VDDh4bIHoQK-WhtYnClrI/s1600/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5LuUkEWjjKLA520EfuOrHXpXV6QYfgIkG-wAXRXRpiI54gwobZhvhekQE_nTzXli5hpuF8RWQJYKTEKtGu-spKXwoqDZ1HEMA4ic4Ek3HcuSqMObH45w925VDDh4bIHoQK-WhtYnClrI/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066355854013266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's not many people that I hate in this world, but these doggie fashion bastards, ugh. They've got to go. It boggles my mind to think about the free time/mental energy these people waste to dress up their dogs as if they were miniature retarded humans with fur. Collars, okay, I can see that, unless it's covered in spikes or something, but actual clothes? Man, that really just trips my trigger.<br />"<span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> ma'am, your dog's Minnesota Vikings jersey is not cute. <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> i don't think it's funny that your dog wore a Christmas sweater to the party. <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> i will not take a picture of your wiener dog dressed as a wiener, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> i will not take a picture of my wiener." Jeezus, these dog-dressing people are just getting out of hand. I guess the only thing possibly worse would be dogs dressing their owners. Or owners dressing like dogs. Woof.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqA4dKKe-A4uJ9poHOXqglEZPxgBRGvHReNb34qhYGJqrYmEO-4Qlfn_bTFYyTV8D4XgDVrMfYP2SnWfK7Po_J3I_F0iHzBtmfb4eqR2PkLGHonad2JqKIfspXmJ2cQQ5hH-NKhf3M3faW/s1600/DogWomanFree_450x485.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqA4dKKe-A4uJ9poHOXqglEZPxgBRGvHReNb34qhYGJqrYmEO-4Qlfn_bTFYyTV8D4XgDVrMfYP2SnWfK7Po_J3I_F0iHzBtmfb4eqR2PkLGHonad2JqKIfspXmJ2cQQ5hH-NKhf3M3faW/s400/DogWomanFree_450x485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066359955321426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Idiot.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Ok, back to the <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP UP</span>. It's like a million people's birthdays this weekend, so there will be plenty of <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMPAGE</span> to spread around! I would love to buy all of my good friends dogs for their birthdays in honor of this special <span style="font-weight: bold;">HUMP DAY PUMP UP</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">DOG EDITION </span>occasion, but of course that's just ridiculously unreasonable. So I thought of some other ways I could recreate the </span>essence of owning a dog for them:<br /><br />-Sneak into friend's yard at night. Take a dump in yard.<br /><br />-Sneak into friend's newly carpeted living room. Take a piss on carpet.<br /><br />-Find friend who is currently a student, with homework due. Eat homework.<br /><br />-Find friend who is hot. Lick face of hot friend.<br /><br />-Find friend who is best friend. Tell that friend I am their best friend. (Note: Friend must be a man.)<br /><br />See where I'm goin' with that one? Like, dog stuff? Eh, er, yeah.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TxNBmQbik6bHmtbEY_zdVw-PoOAu-Nkf8kRd6p4eqiUulQhEZOmdO7regeTFmXBQQBmiDKfdo1a9enJ0yRHUWJsQlO1uCf5HEdNzLug6h7fRdJN-cSDY-TG3VE7BbYRf81Aa1LNG0f9g/s1600/dog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TxNBmQbik6bHmtbEY_zdVw-PoOAu-Nkf8kRd6p4eqiUulQhEZOmdO7regeTFmXBQQBmiDKfdo1a9enJ0yRHUWJsQlO1uCf5HEdNzLug6h7fRdJN-cSDY-TG3VE7BbYRf81Aa1LNG0f9g/s400/dog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452220339359087858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And finally, to bring this glorious <span style="font-weight: bold;">HDPU (doggystyle) </span>to a close, I give you... <span style="font-weight: bold;">DOG HUMPS LADY VIDEO.</span> Check out this lady gettin' <span style="font-weight: bold;">OWNED</span> by this horny dog. That mutt is really just <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMPIN'</span> on that bitch, arf!<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzaoNEG6P4U&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzaoNEG6P4U&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br />Ok dog-lovers, stay <span style="font-weight: bold;">jacked</span> today, be kind to your animals, get <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumped</span>, keep on <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumpin</span>', and stay <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumped</span>! Uh, unleash the <span style="font-weight: bold;">pump</span>? Bark at the moon? They say let sleeping dogs lie, but not today. Eff that, wake those fuckers up and tell them to start partying.<br /><br />It's a dog eat dog world out there people, so uh... eat other dogs, if that's what you're into, and if that's what keeps you <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumped</span>!Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-28877494349053447172010-03-17T10:45:00.000-05:002010-03-17T10:48:16.279-05:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Rs6FE7mbsfNjFOY7NtKojOAXkUWfdu8Qn9P7os8FS8S8OSFhcKV1L6o26FKEKCrh2s0WIAW9bbv7RvgiBfeccprNtF630PJ3wy8jXA3ywMqvoDiLqrc7s-pevib4GnRiCHu4nXlAt0nn/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Rs6FE7mbsfNjFOY7NtKojOAXkUWfdu8Qn9P7os8FS8S8OSFhcKV1L6o26FKEKCrh2s0WIAW9bbv7RvgiBfeccprNtF630PJ3wy8jXA3ywMqvoDiLqrc7s-pevib4GnRiCHu4nXlAt0nn/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449339688236704914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PUMPpumpPaPUMP papumpypumpPUMP let's do this!!!<br /><br />Congrats on surviving another half week! Welcome to Wednesday, that glorious midweek point where you may be coastin' along just fine on yer own, but in case you're not and need a lil' reinforcement, we've got the <span style="font-weight: bold;">HUMP DAY PUMP UP</span> just for you.<br /><br /><br />Ok, we've got a lot to go over today, so make sure to take lots o time to go through all this pumpage. Let's get started with some liquid energy. Tell yer boss you need to take a break, visit your local convenience mart/Holiday station/Kum & Go, and pick up one of these bad boys:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2Ue2_RslYpeQE69tJC7qNvbb1AygwiJSFgHBnLUIsNQ98xiT5rQoKwc6U4gLhJBlML5Ye9bAVEQi_Kdl5m3moEnvXtSfYlQyroHMe1cAAEr9E3Y3cfHHFYWZBEmUtEBV27a-wEksMeTw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2Ue2_RslYpeQE69tJC7qNvbb1AygwiJSFgHBnLUIsNQ98xiT5rQoKwc6U4gLhJBlML5Ye9bAVEQi_Kdl5m3moEnvXtSfYlQyroHMe1cAAEr9E3Y3cfHHFYWZBEmUtEBV27a-wEksMeTw/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449321848269502114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is some serious rocket-fuel!! I think it's more geared for the "hungover" demographic, with a name like 'Recovery', but I think its the perfect pump launchpad, regardless if you tied one on the previous night or not. And only 10 calories! Get jacked!<br /><br />One other observation I had from putting down one of these suckers the other day was a curious ingredient listed on the top of the can. Sure, you've got your guarine, taurine, ginseng, all completely necessary (?) ...but what's this?? <span style="font-weight: bold;">MILK THISTLE?!? WTF. MILK THISTLE. </span> I have NO idea what that is or if it's actually poisonous or made up or whatever, but I don't really care. It sounds kinda bad-ass. Something about combining two words, one of the words being extremely wimpy and sissified, like <span style="font-weight: bold;">MILK</span>, and the other being totally ruthless and wicked, like <span style="font-weight: bold;">THISTLE</span>. I like it.<br /><br />Other examples of pussy/wicked word combinations:<br /><br />Ginger snaps<br />Patty melt<br />Pony keg<br />Cross Skull (haha. Sorry religious people, I'm not trying to say Christians are pussies)<br />Penis Pump (?)<br /><br /><br /><br />Ok moving right along, let's get some pumpy tunage goin. Now I know a lot of you indie kids ditched punk rock a few years back, but dust off your old warped tour ticket stubs and chain wallets for a sec and lets revisit this old gem. I don't care if you grew out of your Rancid pants long ago, this song still gets me pumpin'. No there's not video, but just rock this tune and feel your adrenaline start to kick in. Oh I'm gettin' pretty <span style="font-weight: bold;">peppy-pumped</span> right now!<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tk0EqaQ_NT8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tk0EqaQ_NT8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />One thing to note, I have nothing against California, but something about just beltin' out "Let California fall into the fuckin' ocean!!" just gets me <span style="font-weight: bold;">p-p-p-PUMPED</span> everytime!<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I thought I'd throw in a lil' shout out to my man Andrew B. He is always kind enough to share his PUMP levels with me, and I always appreciate his updates. It's good to hear how PUMPED you guys are getting out there. Just this morning in fact, he let me know about the McD's breakfast and 2 cups of joe he put down, all in preparation of <span style="font-weight: bold;">HUMP DAY PUMP UP!!!</span> Good on ya, as they say. If you or anyone you know would like to be featured in a HDPU, or have any <span style="font-weight: bold;">pump-worthy</span> items to share with the world (well, the 12 people who read this blog), please post in the comments below!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1tI8EhEXan8-5LKvU0jJjdyrtd1qewBWZFF9V4ViHaB7AytKoDDywup9oXd928GMGLJ4IXLiegYZJ1Cksxc0ZFdiodreNuoI8_9sv-pGDm9DIvuUR2ccvdAh5xCecEQjGOlPHtmwkzsj/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1tI8EhEXan8-5LKvU0jJjdyrtd1qewBWZFF9V4ViHaB7AytKoDDywup9oXd928GMGLJ4IXLiegYZJ1Cksxc0ZFdiodreNuoI8_9sv-pGDm9DIvuUR2ccvdAh5xCecEQjGOlPHtmwkzsj/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449624566368757618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Next item of PUMPness, my oh my...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MEAT NIGHT!!!</span></span><br />This legendary evening of animal treats went down last night, and it was oh so glorious. I've never seen so many meaty combinations on one dinner table before. It got SO MEATY, it hurt so good. I could feel my heart a poundin' as I attempted to chow down on all of these <span style="font-weight: bold;">MEAT MASTERPIECES...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdj8oiQxZmYGygitoci_3KSNDaQaH6nsjZUctyy9Wloi5d6StAN09pXSAEveg2t7qHPVjIfVlltvU3kdKXz0aDS4MA_hy-dF0uAjyOGnRu3ALfdh_CLy6XvqRtCwZ9ZkdPgArDLTf1QMI/s1600-h/LOG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdj8oiQxZmYGygitoci_3KSNDaQaH6nsjZUctyy9Wloi5d6StAN09pXSAEveg2t7qHPVjIfVlltvU3kdKXz0aDS4MA_hy-dF0uAjyOGnRu3ALfdh_CLy6XvqRtCwZ9ZkdPgArDLTf1QMI/s400/LOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618377745421346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bacon, wrapped in sausage, wrapped in bacon, then barbecued!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">MEAT LOG!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_jCazsuA1owTqjaLiyGeDVeVOcGgBgrZ66EYnYViysWZdQeNILY_3tl_d_XAEUYEGIBXsLSgMJ3KUFGmrHY6i4j6IMDp4JOvaZKtHb9b9FKI5aXPw8PuskeH78M-Pw42HeJoJf-yLyZY/s1600-h/WINGS+-24834_647658730146_59510139_38259822_4676055_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_jCazsuA1owTqjaLiyGeDVeVOcGgBgrZ66EYnYViysWZdQeNILY_3tl_d_XAEUYEGIBXsLSgMJ3KUFGmrHY6i4j6IMDp4JOvaZKtHb9b9FKI5aXPw8PuskeH78M-Pw42HeJoJf-yLyZY/s400/WINGS+-24834_647658730146_59510139_38259822_4676055_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618252595213490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFt9SDmDAhkLaOxFfBeW2fiBilbaocmbzrVbiFbG88hrEtTtv_1BawJa7u-_DmS2eNQmtl295_9n5MzF3tRizhelbRaz3qhYFEdqxAuQR3lR6YICXdV4Awge9gTTUpSQ7jkM4Z1QFwigiq/s1600-h/ALL+MEATS-24834_647658645316_59510139_38259821_8056376_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFt9SDmDAhkLaOxFfBeW2fiBilbaocmbzrVbiFbG88hrEtTtv_1BawJa7u-_DmS2eNQmtl295_9n5MzF3tRizhelbRaz3qhYFEdqxAuQR3lR6YICXdV4Awge9gTTUpSQ7jkM4Z1QFwigiq/s400/ALL+MEATS-24834_647658645316_59510139_38259821_8056376_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618261435910930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />WINGS! PASTA WITH STEAK! MEGA-MEAT PIZZA!! salad, uh....WITH MEAT!! A Turkey loaf, EXTRA PUMPY!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLgmeAXN3xOgwZPFjiCEJXzjg_HBDJCEASm3Ia3lgJzgI2tFsZCUQUp2j8oTYH2uO4EJHZQepw0DvFfDoZ4Gkk61YRA9v6The1U8nj1Mv3nYtkqZDzrzea4gzENFxD4OYAnzmxRao1Wn5/s1600-h/CIMG0353.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLgmeAXN3xOgwZPFjiCEJXzjg_HBDJCEASm3Ia3lgJzgI2tFsZCUQUp2j8oTYH2uO4EJHZQepw0DvFfDoZ4Gkk61YRA9v6The1U8nj1Mv3nYtkqZDzrzea4gzENFxD4OYAnzmxRao1Wn5/s400/CIMG0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620002863328434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4J9vJLXliwAt1Jje8RQqYg6-3VP2PgfWBWD6qhJWNAiVfbPXmz7PVJD4xxVVNUOgfslDtMibE-7J51a9LRk62NxFCIU11WAFbvS0N5TRaLXQo0NsWh9241DGqjOiWMF3VvxXoYjkbabB/s1600-h/DESTRUCTION.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4J9vJLXliwAt1Jje8RQqYg6-3VP2PgfWBWD6qhJWNAiVfbPXmz7PVJD4xxVVNUOgfslDtMibE-7J51a9LRk62NxFCIU11WAFbvS0N5TRaLXQo0NsWh9241DGqjOiWMF3VvxXoYjkbabB/s400/DESTRUCTION.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618248318454162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now friends, I feel like I need to explain one of the meatiest things I've ever made to date. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">THE MEAT CAKE.</span> </span>I remember this starting as sort of a joke, but it ACTUALLY WAS CREATED LAST NIGHT, and I just knew it was something that would stay with me for a very long time. It was my baby; the<span style="font-weight: bold;"> MEAT ACCOMPLISHMENT</span> of my life, and I was extremely proud.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2bA6RdZ-QUEvCQPePa0u27FkUIes6T5r51dZ40BFR-EeHg0iG5HAU-QP4SFm7q96dpYBbm-w0R7ax121S-VxmYFsS4TqTpjGYdHtpSYgHtwT2mH-kueRGCqZYkp-wJOvpuJRHvkXvd5L/s1600-h/MAKIN+CAKE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2bA6RdZ-QUEvCQPePa0u27FkUIes6T5r51dZ40BFR-EeHg0iG5HAU-QP4SFm7q96dpYBbm-w0R7ax121S-VxmYFsS4TqTpjGYdHtpSYgHtwT2mH-kueRGCqZYkp-wJOvpuJRHvkXvd5L/s400/MAKIN+CAKE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449618264514946258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It started with three mega-meatloaf cakes, with a brown sugar/Worcestershire glaze. (We trimmed it to make it a little more shapely).<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xJqjHBdOf-6ROX_L_eN1jGrxrJvp8AMh6zalicPxdJZl7-5RpVHNgX6w0Yhb-viMqEAlC5bbNXX4s-ba4SKhHo3glD6qoxsZeqi-2XPghlCcTuO7yVxzdac4AwWyYGG2DJtNnn4aUE8o/s1600-h/CIMG0347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xJqjHBdOf-6ROX_L_eN1jGrxrJvp8AMh6zalicPxdJZl7-5RpVHNgX6w0Yhb-viMqEAlC5bbNXX4s-ba4SKhHo3glD6qoxsZeqi-2XPghlCcTuO7yVxzdac4AwWyYGG2DJtNnn4aUE8o/s400/CIMG0347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449619998839387266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Real mashed potato frosting!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YmZ6vRHhBEeXXcNB00QErpV4LNZVSQv6iSldW3fxtQLX2r-JFEzsUBezz6e_JiYBvFiLpzyGDqyezdDGvS7eOrhFpcygFTmVVzS2IKIZ-1yLwjvIazzlUh7gcbH9u6_-C_n8-JKysh8u/s1600-h/CIMG0352.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YmZ6vRHhBEeXXcNB00QErpV4LNZVSQv6iSldW3fxtQLX2r-JFEzsUBezz6e_JiYBvFiLpzyGDqyezdDGvS7eOrhFpcygFTmVVzS2IKIZ-1yLwjvIazzlUh7gcbH9u6_-C_n8-JKysh8u/s400/CIMG0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449619986109916818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More meaty glaze on top, and garnished with some spinach leaves and parmesan cheese. When we cut into this sucker, I almost shed a tear of joy...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sZd1Hy1nY-9mepiCRLyFPXPb6WlnNnGQk4ZWLQ69V6lKW_J0VK4skhJiE5sDa9Dv-AMXmkYMU-hufOLxQW1c2c47sJYAoaT3s5pepZlH8r9tKvltZT2XLdhH57c16EnIvgp6Ve_sMT3X/s1600-h/CIMG0366.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sZd1Hy1nY-9mepiCRLyFPXPb6WlnNnGQk4ZWLQ69V6lKW_J0VK4skhJiE5sDa9Dv-AMXmkYMU-hufOLxQW1c2c47sJYAoaT3s5pepZlH8r9tKvltZT2XLdhH57c16EnIvgp6Ve_sMT3X/s400/CIMG0366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620014922752786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I really can't describe this meat event in any other way than, uh.... EPIC.<br /><br />PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What am I fergettin'? Oh yes!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">IT'S ST. PATTY'S DAY!!</span> Go apeshit!!! An excuse to actually eat cabbage, drink dyed beer, and be a complete asshole all day and night, while wearing the only green shirt you have in your closet! Yeah it sucks for some people that it's on a Wednesday, but holy hell, could you think of a <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMPIER</span> day??? And if your friends are clueless when it comes to the whole HDPU thing, just send em to the ol' pBath for encouragement. Then RAGE! (I'm telling you to rage cause i just read the word 'encouragement' again, and sure enough, smack dab in the middle is 'rage'. Anyhoo...) So yeah, go out, put back some Guinness, grow out your orange hair, overturn a car or two, start a riot, be Irish-like any way you know how. PUMP!*<br /><br />*<span style="font-size:85%;">The folks here at puddingbath are not responsible for any riot-inducing actions you may actually perform.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEs0cP7eTI7rYPCGZ46cfj3x4FdK53Li2eM9hoQJeBjPuvUth6O2JDyeOlXWKQ-3Yh_UlI-4RH9sW7FQ9oCrkaq6lCn13f0edDrD2w4Z9jgOZqyDo8rWnABUXu1uRiKDs3qdv3_BEFkD_/s1600-h/stpatricksday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEs0cP7eTI7rYPCGZ46cfj3x4FdK53Li2eM9hoQJeBjPuvUth6O2JDyeOlXWKQ-3Yh_UlI-4RH9sW7FQ9oCrkaq6lCn13f0edDrD2w4Z9jgOZqyDo8rWnABUXu1uRiKDs3qdv3_BEFkD_/s400/stpatricksday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449338503529968194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And remember, it will <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span> be frowned upon on Thursday when you come to work, eyes bloodshot, bruises clearly visible, breath smelling like you downed a bottle of mouthwash even though the liquor odor is still quite present. No one will care, cause it's the day after St. P's. They CAN'T care. It's like, in the Constitution or something. It's like a free pass; America will turn her head the other way in ignorance, so go get yer kicks tonight!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWztq4m7kNLFepEs5NYoipHOoUZAl27fe5fMpx6PM_3NhEpkPaoLbbFX-gbdGNG8xh0_9hI5CdG1f4p7WUov0ZJq6kPQ-prTfkIPIMoHEnZnPgO6IJNWF92uZQIFC2ZIB4cijkCj2cyUBB/s1600-h/8797925-untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWztq4m7kNLFepEs5NYoipHOoUZAl27fe5fMpx6PM_3NhEpkPaoLbbFX-gbdGNG8xh0_9hI5CdG1f4p7WUov0ZJq6kPQ-prTfkIPIMoHEnZnPgO6IJNWF92uZQIFC2ZIB4cijkCj2cyUBB/s400/8797925-untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449338512586609026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Welp, that should keep ya goin throughout the day. Enjoy the rest of the week, come on back and visit anytime, and remember... When Life hands you lemons, you give Life a swift kick right to the junk and ask for a refund. Cause these lemons, they suck man. Who ordered lemons anyway? They're not even made of meat.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GO GET PUMPIN'!!!</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-13151337981730546542010-03-15T09:00:00.000-05:002010-03-15T09:00:02.242-05:00Plantman.Plantman video. Hmm. This could be the worst (or best, depending upon what kind of plants you're into) video ever.<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQiSgWGAc24&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQiSgWGAc24&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />This one's a little better...<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tCUktwErYU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tCUktwErYU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-44648234583943348112010-03-11T13:16:00.004-06:002010-03-11T13:20:08.807-06:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP - THURSDAY EDITION!!YESSSS!!!!<br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm so glad you made it through yet another day of your awesome life, and I'm extra mega glad you stumbled across this lil' ol' blog, on a THURSDAY of all days. Sorry for the lack of PUMP UP yesterday, sometimes ya just get caught up in the mix and ya forget to blog. But let it be known, you shall <b>NEVER</b> forget to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PUMP</span></b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>So let's catch up. And let's make it super-amazingly pumpy today, cause you're ONE STEP CLOSER to the weekend!!! I hope this helps...</div><div><br /></div><div>ITEM ONE:</div><div><br /></div><div>Close yer eyes. Seriously. I don't give two shits if you're at work, or in front of your girlfriend/boytoy, on the shitter on yer iPhone, in front of your parents, whatever. I don't care. Just listen to me, and close yer eyes. Ok wait, I put this in the wrong order. Alright, press PLAY on the video below, THEN close yer eyes. FEEL IT. </div><div><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1K7fL5s_1ac&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1K7fL5s_1ac&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div>Ok, if you're really curious and need to watch the video, well, uh... spoiler alert, it's people from the 90's, dancing shittily, to really shitty graphics, er, from the 90's. Yeah, you're not really missing out on the video. But that SONG, oh my oh my, how PUMPY is that??? I'm seriously thinking of makin' it the official Wednesday theme song. No?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP TWO:</div><div><br /></div><div>So I got together with some good friends once again to do what we humans do best (besides sleeping and shitting), <span style="font-weight: bold;">EATING</span>! On this particular night, the theme happened to be "Dips", so enjoy some pics of the now legendary DIP NIGHT!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQIJCgkYitefnjK3xksAg4YRbUZeFnx7d97gCbk285OIetp6Fzg8AG645qhW4z1eiNJeiWQza7d0LG9XVCsAeHn8CpwaZINLK14M6_MvgdkjqpxYWFVZpUtxGywC1utxHXny-7HrTiXnR/s400/26075_609102847702_185101281_35727117_5333755_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447275134504966850" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcaDpSxdN30hYK4O5NT1xA9BlZSEEijLQoOmT_RWM-vmRrCRyxKjC0x-WE-j5IQjSn2Dh739WNtDCHbcY8fWzaf4quaAiy4JPIXK3YkMJm1Fvp1i45mX_2xpu_9Jn0srV1cj02NieGouT/s400/26075_609102842712_185101281_35727116_2817187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447275125900350226" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmidy9P2Fh12CpRRrLyxaglBRM5NPB62iQJBB_zb-TSLLz6JaxtTjfEix6DrM3jdHRHADmWXwTijTfMLOXLkD9IEqV5qeFgmNRZIc72cpPdv9r6eIRlzlOTqisrU1ebHwh9hiNLmrxryd/s400/CIMG0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447276658241312594" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvImZbsOeJz8lMBi0b4rLTsDSKdmZAn-a6E9EORKRoKssuyaaBUXkN5BFIP6ZKU4hlgPjYSxhkegPQdwoXEKirhwDU202PkGxP3s2Cg23xw4DmuE2ZtO6h_UlD3gXCb00M561KVG5vMNYY/s400/26075_609102852692_185101281_35727118_6582249_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447275318926722546" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" /></span></span></div><div>Taco dip, buffalo chicken dip, hummus dip, guac dip, artichoke dip, crab wontons (w/ dip), reuben dip, veggie dip, dip dip dip... Follow that mega-feast up with some awesome TEAM PICS, and the pumpage is flowin!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4WXR18gtwb_wXFwyx5IispR2-JER8yF58X7riWMiLOPUQrICVlqh2-xpJvBu1Ek_9CaOsKHG4PaT6pQfU6K9ruE2cZmS3ORUXZ-gdW7lIU2VJS9MzrGjcpSiEWp12SzKKYYTxCNYahDi/s400/26075_609102538322_185101281_35727110_367185_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447275116205722898" border="0" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsgOSWwVohu0x42WPPkYn1ko35I6b2wE0kjljhx9K8WvAA98uxABPdDthsbPmkfN8fzkJVHBHkhdxXjGGT0VNh0TKY7PwP1wSAk58VlpVYPB0Euucsb4klcpvIctzwkAj3tHd7G4TWNf2/s400/26075_609102678042_185101281_35727113_5733450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447275122363103682" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a great night of wonderful treats, and I wished I could have stayed longer, but it was gettin' late and I had to dip (ba-dum-ching! [that's the sound of a comedic drum noise])<br />...And be SURE to check in next week, as we're having... drumroll please... <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MEAT NIGHT.</span></span><br /><br />I SHIT YOU NOT. A night of glorious meats. Meat everywhere. Come back next week and get meaty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP THREE:</span><br /><br />The greatest indie band of all time, PAVEMENT, has reunited, and is <a href="http://www.theroy.org/events/detail.jsp?event_id=586">playin St. Paul!</a> Sure you'll obviously check that out, but if you REALLY wanna get pumped, join me this summer on a lil' roadtrip to the <a href="http://pitchforkmusicfestival.com/">PITCHFORK MUSIC FESTIVAL</a>. DO IT. I promise maximum roadtrip pumpage, sweet tunes, pizza, fun, friendship, and other Chicago-ish festivities. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> PUMP</span>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxQ0qBhuFAx8jmoa4plDvLnk2eb5aKMIC7unv4UuHZDE015Bt_6U_ZtgPAxsj3ZE2R7YMlCxlkK5jgyMjsMs1k99_BXTDhWerjLuSyjB51ZxaabjMZfAqmA8lRVqnz7SSZmoc8CbCwIBO/s1600-h/pitchfork-music-festival-2008.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxQ0qBhuFAx8jmoa4plDvLnk2eb5aKMIC7unv4UuHZDE015Bt_6U_ZtgPAxsj3ZE2R7YMlCxlkK5jgyMjsMs1k99_BXTDhWerjLuSyjB51ZxaabjMZfAqmA8lRVqnz7SSZmoc8CbCwIBO/s400/pitchfork-music-festival-2008.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447448010280204002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(pavement, broken social scene, modestmouse, lcd soundsystem, more to come...)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP FOUR</span>:<br />I was job-huntin the other day, and lo and behold I came across my dream job!! BONUS PUMP!! I can't wait to start! So glad I found this flyer...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAerxNr5hiTzbNTtoWx8kt9_Rou_NBTYeNbuyRhTw1QtLVSV0DnViMf-u5KJCnuxjqgcwIcqSjaM6Jiz4ZhNql2TvUQ6PgmZuUiqmbGHt7fSFG2O8JTbpZbiJ4gvSaenNSYPF4EydhLnXD/s1600-h/slide_4319_73102_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAerxNr5hiTzbNTtoWx8kt9_Rou_NBTYeNbuyRhTw1QtLVSV0DnViMf-u5KJCnuxjqgcwIcqSjaM6Jiz4ZhNql2TvUQ6PgmZuUiqmbGHt7fSFG2O8JTbpZbiJ4gvSaenNSYPF4EydhLnXD/s400/slide_4319_73102_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447454316129086370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PUMP FIVE: Weird.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDxgPdM7_CoB7xxFb-LmoQlvw-H2gpzcZqhnVauAoTmsvu2UbUFyE42kBZca37mjOS1-IIlzpE_HOHMn_lEguQhYIaWGj5KzqDtJ0XlZJokzbFotUEB3YIB2LaroJhM03ZJXupTCOThn3/s1600-h/Weird-Dog-1058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDxgPdM7_CoB7xxFb-LmoQlvw-H2gpzcZqhnVauAoTmsvu2UbUFyE42kBZca37mjOS1-IIlzpE_HOHMn_lEguQhYIaWGj5KzqDtJ0XlZJokzbFotUEB3YIB2LaroJhM03ZJXupTCOThn3/s400/Weird-Dog-1058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447449944041711906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP FIVE AND A HALF: WEIRDER.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCZgyT7vl5gEqAyeLbHxgyyV1PZXBXVnCw7T5yMQRbDgHDBXEy621ZFXEYQdEtmDAYsjRktjNKVyYO-KMFtVxvhMpYNTm9-Ax4gdQHqHMjE8o1gHLqYqt2HI2gP7pUViTHpcfBQssdKQB/s1600-h/weird_eyes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCZgyT7vl5gEqAyeLbHxgyyV1PZXBXVnCw7T5yMQRbDgHDBXEy621ZFXEYQdEtmDAYsjRktjNKVyYO-KMFtVxvhMpYNTm9-Ax4gdQHqHMjE8o1gHLqYqt2HI2gP7pUViTHpcfBQssdKQB/s400/weird_eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447449951709904530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP SIX: WTF WEIRDEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVk8ZijtkwK90cyNJ_WvRE8SxCJkvReUL1qGh2quhW2GLOTDgjZADefrsnvoWMc9mSoCNk_gT78SHU-uDoKaH6xvzauAWholea-dVuGyQSRaZ2IgTNAR_Fjao7ZCJqLl2bW-Qj1rJffO3/s1600-h/HalfHumanHalfDog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVk8ZijtkwK90cyNJ_WvRE8SxCJkvReUL1qGh2quhW2GLOTDgjZADefrsnvoWMc9mSoCNk_gT78SHU-uDoKaH6xvzauAWholea-dVuGyQSRaZ2IgTNAR_Fjao7ZCJqLl2bW-Qj1rJffO3/s400/HalfHumanHalfDog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447449945812091474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's like a half man, half dog thing, feeding... uh. I just dunno man. I'm not exactly sure if this kinda thing necessarily PUMPS YOU UP, but I've already posted it and it would be too much work to take it down, so uh... enjoy??<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP SEVEN:</span> All dogs go to heaven. Not really, but you can believe that if you want. Faith is important, right? Like the faith I have in <span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU</span> my friends, to take this <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP</span> gift today, embrace it, use it, then responsibly pass the <span style="font-weight: bold;">pump</span> along. Coworkers, family, homeless people, Subway employees... <span style="font-weight: bold;">THEY ALL NEED TO BE PUMPED.</span> And unfortunately during these tough economic times, not everyone has a <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP SOURCE.</span> So be someone's guiding light today, and do whatever you can to <span style="font-weight: bold;">GET SOME ELSE PUMPED.</span> If you succeed, well, gold star for you, and you have my undying respect and admiration. Play a friendly game of "Hot Pumptato", pass that shit around. Spread that PUMP, as we bring it on home to the weekend...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S. WHOA OMG HOLY COW SUPER DOUBLE BONUS PUMP!!!</span><br /><br />Someone brought in stuff to make rootbeer floats in the office today. Delicious!! And of course it only reminds me that summer is right around the corner. <span style="font-weight: bold;">P TO THE UMP.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTKnd043kM82uMg4qS5gq_830Cm-JBSchDtdWRtNg1taX5HXHvdqJixCxrXRqfKrTedPgk2MJz7WpFLw5MUQeihNzQdaOAAS3Cv8V7LmpgnsU_rJz98v2x4uXD_hbPV3dUwYx9RDwpUX-/s1600-h/rootbeer.GIF"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTKnd043kM82uMg4qS5gq_830Cm-JBSchDtdWRtNg1taX5HXHvdqJixCxrXRqfKrTedPgk2MJz7WpFLw5MUQeihNzQdaOAAS3Cv8V7LmpgnsU_rJz98v2x4uXD_hbPV3dUwYx9RDwpUX-/s400/rootbeer.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447455942479813586" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-21700825953578453002010-03-10T12:04:00.003-06:002010-03-10T12:13:53.518-06:00HUMP DAY PUMP UP - RAIN DELAYOh dudes and dude lovers, thank you so much for checking out the pBath today! I know you're <span style="font-weight: bold;">JACKED UP,</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">SO AM I</span>, but to be honest, the man is trying to hold me down. Full disclosure: I'm at work, and they don't take kindly to folks gettin' <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumped</span>, or <span style="font-weight: bold;">pumpin</span>' other folks up around these parts. They're limiting my "do nothing but blog" time, and as I didn't get a chance to write a PRE-PUMP post for today, I'm a little behind. Don't worry though, I'll do everything I can to stick it to the man, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">WE SHALL PUMP</span>. OH YES WE SHALL. Ain't nothin' gonna keep this PUMP down.<br /><br />With that being said, we're going to have to have a PUMP RAIN DELAY. I am truly sorry, but hang in there. It IS Wednesday after all, and you've come this far all on your own, so hold tight. Just pretend it's Tuesday, and that there will be <span style="font-weight: bold;">EXTRA MEGA PUMPAGE</span> tomorrow.<br /><br />To be clear, this is NOT a PUMP DOWN, this is just a small delay while we work through some obstacles that are getting in the way (work).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqOxNYwi9EtxabAjgmW40q2G_pyXgeJCeeZAlrQkYYPwuWgSLraLjGPZEl5iUdgshFYmOWDnJPr9nLTALJTg3cS2sOFc62duImG8ekgWewDCGiB1xPop21wdOZc_i8_FMa-aFlrMXuwNf/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqOxNYwi9EtxabAjgmW40q2G_pyXgeJCeeZAlrQkYYPwuWgSLraLjGPZEl5iUdgshFYmOWDnJPr9nLTALJTg3cS2sOFc62duImG8ekgWewDCGiB1xPop21wdOZc_i8_FMa-aFlrMXuwNf/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447069470398054194" border="0" /></a>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-15069758176497026052010-03-03T08:32:00.002-06:002010-03-03T08:37:35.542-06:00HUMP DAY PUMP UPWelcome! Have a seat. How was your Tuesday? Yes, I said Tuesday (yesterday). Mmmhmm, I see. Mine was actually pretty pumpy. I woke up 5 mins before my alarm, wide awake. The shower temperature was just right. I heard THREE great songs on the radio on my smooth drive to work, no stoplights. I walked into the office in a great mood, then some dude brought me a bag of <span style="font-weight: bold;">OLD DUTCH KETCHUP FLAVORED CHIPS</span>, holy wow, that made my lunch! A total surprise. All in all, it would be tough to beat that Tuesday, it was pretty goddamn awesome.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO5XOjkLs7GY6Bo6fLAACdQH2amEZqVblYtEtXCuPUlLYZ8pnIw9iguk0WVle1jMO4Sh4qQJnw64tyztdoQ8sx6WvSuxLb3T6Y_zxIKteORsaHlBFWUhodHUy8TYSUJfuX3pub8RbHyG1/s1600-h/3044413169359a2f8c72_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO5XOjkLs7GY6Bo6fLAACdQH2amEZqVblYtEtXCuPUlLYZ8pnIw9iguk0WVle1jMO4Sh4qQJnw64tyztdoQ8sx6WvSuxLb3T6Y_zxIKteORsaHlBFWUhodHUy8TYSUJfuX3pub8RbHyG1/s400/3044413169359a2f8c72_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444398278378334226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But alas folks, we've advanced another day in our lives, and what can you do but <span style="font-weight: bold;">GET MORE PUMPED.</span> Sure you can dwell in <span style="font-weight: bold;">PAST-PUMPS</span>, thinking fondly of all the fun you had back then, but as they say, the show must go on. Hopefully I can assist you in creating some more <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMPY MEMORIES!<br /><br /><br />PUMP ONE:<br /><br /></span>Go ahead and listen to The Flatliners, "Eulogy". Oh, you don't have that song? Well it just so happens I've conveniently posted it below, even with eye candy for you "visual folk". This song <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pumps me up </span></span>so much, I pop it on in the car in the morning and ohmygawd it's like lightning flowing through my veins I just wanna keep driving right past the exit to work then past all the exits and just keep drivng holyshit I'mso pumped can't stop no time for punctuation or time to fix grammatical errors i just wanna head straight to<span style="font-weight: bold;"> PUMPVILLE, population: ME!!</span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0swGZXbW7I&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0swGZXbW7I&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP TWO:</span><br /><br />It's currently 7:37am as I type this, and I've already downed a McLarge Freegin' McCafe McPump drink. Picture below. For you HDPU regulars, you'd think I'd just have a stock picture of this, but trust me, I DO take a new photo everytime I McPUMP. Just check out the computer screen in the background, it's these words you're reading now. <span style="font-weight: bold;">WHOOAA!! THE PROOF IS IN THE PUMP!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-irRFe9FGFPux2r78iGL6-U7JSMYOncMUkZ8RStGRRQNdYtRrpjbLCaaI7tJuBQ63C3XUBYTjZVWz6rmp9-NSyz1qfertSLLR3qwjcuabcCbxFwpho0DOK0THNcoKp9KFEq9E1JMzSVE/s1600-h/CIMG0333.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-irRFe9FGFPux2r78iGL6-U7JSMYOncMUkZ8RStGRRQNdYtRrpjbLCaaI7tJuBQ63C3XUBYTjZVWz6rmp9-NSyz1qfertSLLR3qwjcuabcCbxFwpho0DOK0THNcoKp9KFEq9E1JMzSVE/s400/CIMG0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444402748009410786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP THREE: </span><br /><br />Last night I might have had one of the pumpiest dinners I've ever had. We gathered some good friends, everyone contributed a dish, and we had a <span style="font-weight: bold;">Breakfast/Dinner</span> situation goin' on... <span style="font-weight: bold;">BRINNER PUMP!</span> (Brinner is a combo of 'breakfast and, ah you get it.) It was so glorious... Pancakes, sausage, crepes with fruit and cream, more sausage, Eggs Benedict, bacon, hashbrowns, MIMOSAS... you name a breakfast item, it was there!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vkcX5cWvQoS3BqJkiKn6BZ99PxFI3O4s3bIpRH83TOT6tSEJAlCWIQwgNO6BXwuJQfoJeOe8FybEnjDrYUcTd1mPaE-LNRwR3J5qMQcYJrCo3tH1VFJLJS54lSwEFpR6XfiOFT24beZ1/s1600-h/CIMG0318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vkcX5cWvQoS3BqJkiKn6BZ99PxFI3O4s3bIpRH83TOT6tSEJAlCWIQwgNO6BXwuJQfoJeOe8FybEnjDrYUcTd1mPaE-LNRwR3J5qMQcYJrCo3tH1VFJLJS54lSwEFpR6XfiOFT24beZ1/s400/CIMG0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444408959524990258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP FOUR:</span> Of course this feast was much too large for us mere mortals, so when we were done, what did we do with the leftovers? We created a food work of art. These photos kinda show the progression of what would eventually become <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brinner! CREATIVE FOOD ART PUMP!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR72-IFD80voMuJVru-ca0JucwkSyELA6C1RfJ9RwKgYnPaoSpP1dR2gdbUO7DiWex1WmfNlFNexPaCt-ppw4AibnP-MxdgLtupep4F6uQhiOs9L8pQAPsuD0pCollyNoy1k46ABuptYL-/s1600-h/CIMG0321.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR72-IFD80voMuJVru-ca0JucwkSyELA6C1RfJ9RwKgYnPaoSpP1dR2gdbUO7DiWex1WmfNlFNexPaCt-ppw4AibnP-MxdgLtupep4F6uQhiOs9L8pQAPsuD0pCollyNoy1k46ABuptYL-/s400/CIMG0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444407087363173522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjm7z214u7rmxzMbJl309pq8J8qrn-Tbe4ZqXFDiQ2csw3uLQGnJ-AkXoZGMXkM1YOp11dt_9w_b3fRYzTVueb_8E0-07w7sjh7jIBJjrzvLp2LkPFyQVWy-wEPdNhc5bHSxMKpcr7rf0/s1600-h/CIMG0322.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjm7z214u7rmxzMbJl309pq8J8qrn-Tbe4ZqXFDiQ2csw3uLQGnJ-AkXoZGMXkM1YOp11dt_9w_b3fRYzTVueb_8E0-07w7sjh7jIBJjrzvLp2LkPFyQVWy-wEPdNhc5bHSxMKpcr7rf0/s400/CIMG0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444407075345615282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdipNMb7uxZAWvbskkvNmg-vT-it3qDokCxD2NmYPQU8HhTFBBEXJF9qdrgrzFwVy0kL4i65lS2DD1bIc5meQW52Sc7j42Xj8T6Z1jrhtpqXxcRnjhfbZQZcvf0GCoS3VoTfuNfnbAsxb/s1600-h/CIMG0327.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdipNMb7uxZAWvbskkvNmg-vT-it3qDokCxD2NmYPQU8HhTFBBEXJF9qdrgrzFwVy0kL4i65lS2DD1bIc5meQW52Sc7j42Xj8T6Z1jrhtpqXxcRnjhfbZQZcvf0GCoS3VoTfuNfnbAsxb/s400/CIMG0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444407064072999682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVsiz6-RpJYvBAcWXkDI9y3bgw3M9-ITff2dtM5ECT6kALztOjzJyECZGrQyIaffaYySjyCD6DPQdsyhSLE2QWtL3Wl4SNWGsnLUvbv11OOfd1iiwo8XtEgqT6m4BM1oDp2Pm2tsTL4t5/s1600-h/CIMG0328.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVsiz6-RpJYvBAcWXkDI9y3bgw3M9-ITff2dtM5ECT6kALztOjzJyECZGrQyIaffaYySjyCD6DPQdsyhSLE2QWtL3Wl4SNWGsnLUvbv11OOfd1iiwo8XtEgqT6m4BM1oDp2Pm2tsTL4t5/s400/CIMG0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444407054612581106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(the making of Mr. Brinner)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIIgU5iahZozIaRhBk70OxwKFhDd4Kg79pXr65AZHfoVMyzbvPyB2oL8lvS4G7-TAQIeNVXTFfw1Gvo-UcSPPYhyphenhyphenCA-pL6KjFqHc7Qf44SvYJD7nYFYBJcPc2gYmYOv374ivq9hAsCf7t/s1600-h/CIMG0331.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIIgU5iahZozIaRhBk70OxwKFhDd4Kg79pXr65AZHfoVMyzbvPyB2oL8lvS4G7-TAQIeNVXTFfw1Gvo-UcSPPYhyphenhyphenCA-pL6KjFqHc7Qf44SvYJD7nYFYBJcPc2gYmYOv374ivq9hAsCf7t/s400/CIMG0331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444407061703834514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(If you can't tell in the last photo, he's skiing)<br /><br /><br />Dear god I never want to eat again, I was so full of delicious food treats. Definitely <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP-FUEL </span>for today.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP FIVE</span>:<br /><br />So coming off that ridiculously meaty feast, I'm ready to power-kick today in the nutsack. My excitement levels are so high, I'm just gonna set the <span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP CRUISE CONTROL </span>and coast through today. After what I'm sure will be a mediocre workday, it'll soon be time to <span style="font-weight: bold;">RE-PUMP</span> as I go to the <a href="http://triplerocksocialclub.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Triple Rock</span></a> for a show with a good friend. We're goin to drink 100 cocktails, eat baskets of bacon, and watch the Flatliners get that whole fuggin' place just <span style="font-weight: bold;">a-pumpin</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">(Refer to pump number one, above). </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaokBQ0xC463WrPTBr4pPihaARDoJtXb7P5o7ka5oRuSQz8jY2Z6yEOgwv_JfTp-MPS4qn-NLzpUXs-k8xWYMYH7qDQ5hefC9qSrqs4nAfQb8njyGZO2DofaTHzT4DJjS1jBL247DvxaC/s1600-h/3317505114_64345e5276.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaokBQ0xC463WrPTBr4pPihaARDoJtXb7P5o7ka5oRuSQz8jY2Z6yEOgwv_JfTp-MPS4qn-NLzpUXs-k8xWYMYH7qDQ5hefC9qSrqs4nAfQb8njyGZO2DofaTHzT4DJjS1jBL247DvxaC/s400/3317505114_64345e5276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444416574879216466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All in all, it's a pretty great day to be alive. Also, as I'm sure you've grown accustomed to me getting pretty lazy around these parts and only posting on Wednesdays, go ahead and check out more words of wisdom from <a href="http://puddingbath.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-target.html">yesterday</a>. I wanted to create the illusion that I'd be posting a little more regularly on the ol' pBath. We'll see how that goes haha.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OK, GO GET JACKED WHATEVER WAY YOU KNOW HOW. THANKS FOR READING, KEEP THOSE PUMP LEVELS UP TODAY, REMEMBER THE POWER-KICKS TO TODAY'S NUTSACK, REMEMBER YOUR PUMP FUEL, REMEMBER TO CRANK THE PUMPY TUNES, AND SPREAD THE PUMP THROUGHOUT THE LAND!</span></span>Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620826910927270201.post-92191185096070737282010-03-02T09:54:00.000-06:002010-03-02T09:54:19.947-06:00Super TargetSo dudes, I get my grocery shoppin' on at the local SuperTarget, cause you just know I love dem shits, ya heard? Yeah yeah, I know some of you out there might consider Target Stores as just another evil corporation, some even going so far as to say Target is worse than Wal-Mart. We all know (or think we know) that to be bullshit, but I recently read an article criticizing Target's wages and benefits, working conditions, foreign suppliers, and effect on local retail communities as just as bad, if not <span style="font-style: italic;">worse</span> than Wally World's. C'mon, really? I guess they've both got their evils, but I always considered Target to be the cooler older brother to Wal-Mart.<br /><br />Whatever.<br /><br />Anyway, today I wanted to focus on Super Target as a grocery source. We could be here all day arguing about our morals and shopping habits and this and that, and although I do agree that you could come up with 100 reasons to buy local food from the freshest, most wholesome market rather than a goddamn Target and yada yada, I'm not here to bicker.<br /><br />You may say that it is more beneficial to shop at ANY grocery store rather than Super Target, but I'm not going to try and debate that, cause in the end we'll all just end up <span style="font-weight: bold;">UN-PUMPED.</span><br /><br />I'm not going to waste my time arguing whether Targets or Super Targets or SUPER-DUPER AMERI-SIZED TARGETS are awesome or not.<br /><br /><br /><br />But they are. And here's why...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TOP FIVE REASONS SUPER TARGET RULES.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXZYNxwOHM9jt4g5jMb5ZIpU-UPcyLBF97nm2dzCMkwwvFejyKD4XUF_e_KTi_1HqN-XwqBghuouVf1WDih9rXMXLILuwDiystr2w3Jc5H-v-i7EW-vVMSF6NkMxBBIXa2NWRQqvd-Skq/s1600-h/target_logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXZYNxwOHM9jt4g5jMb5ZIpU-UPcyLBF97nm2dzCMkwwvFejyKD4XUF_e_KTi_1HqN-XwqBghuouVf1WDih9rXMXLILuwDiystr2w3Jc5H-v-i7EW-vVMSF6NkMxBBIXa2NWRQqvd-Skq/s400/target_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444064534588699586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NUMBER </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">5 - THE DELI GUY.</span><br /><br />This is a completely unreasonable reason to love Super Target, since the most kick-ass, superbly amazing Deli Guy is only behind the counter at <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> Target and not yours, but I'm gonna go with it anyway. You see there's this dude, an older dude, elderly, probably in his late 60's/early 70's, and this guy <span style="font-weight: bold;">KNOWS HIS FRIGGIN' MEAT</span>. I'll walk up to the meat counter, clueless, and he'll just know what to do. When I'm particularly indecisive, <span style="font-weight: bold;">BAM</span>!, he slices me off a hunk of some ridiculously delicious angus roast beef or mesquite turkey breast, thinly shaved, cause he knows my style. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> BOOM</span>, decision over. Sometimes he'll have a witty anecdote or comment on the weather for me, cause he's old and nice and doesn't give any fucks, unlike all these young hot-shot jaded pricks who are only Deli-apprentice dudes and need help with the slicer still, arrgg I hate those bastards. I only want my meat from one man (err, please hold your comments on that one). And don't get me started on the <span style="font-weight: bold;">cheeses</span>. I'm from Wisco, so I thought I knew it all when it came to coagulated milk products, but old-man-deli-guy always finds new ways to blow my mind.<br /><br />Also, he looks a bit like Ed McMahon, so that in itself totally kicks ass. One of these days I'd love a little "Hey-Oh!!" as Ed hands me my pound of thinly shaved honey ham.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NUMBER 4 - </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">FREE FOOD SAMPLE DAY</span><br /><br />This usually occurs on Saturday afternoons, as I've recently come to find out, and oh what a treat it is! A free taste of random products, scattered throughout the store. It's almost like a miniature-portioned food treasure hunt! Sure, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sam's Club</span> pretty much dominates when it comes to lukewarm bite-sized morsels arranged on white napkins, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that Target is now hoppin' on the Free Sample, aka "free shitty lunch for the homeless", train.<br /><br />The only downside about free sample day is the difficult situation that naturally arises after you've eaten your sample. You now somehow have to convince the pleasant woman that you're actually considering buying this shit. "Oh, where did you say these new sesame seed-encrusted bran wafers were at? Aisle 4? Great, thank you!"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">NUMBER 3 - </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE DRINKING FOUNTAIN BY THE RESTROOMS/CUSTOMER SERVICE AREA</span><br /><br />Have you tried this thing? No, seriously. It's the best drinking fountain I've ever come across (that is, until I invent Pop Fountain<span style="font-size:78%;">®</span>. More on that later.) After all that shopping, you need a cool refreshing burst of water in your mouth. Here's what makes Target's better:<br /><br />-The water is always a perfectly chilled temperature.<br />-The stream is full and steady, with a perfect arc, ideal for sipping.<br />-Minimal bending over is required.<br />-Multiple water-activating buttons, located on both the front and sides of the fountain. Press anywhere for delicious thirst-quenching H2O.<br />-Drinking water is so overlooked in this day and age. Let all the youngsters guzzle their energy drinks and sugar sodas, while you have a clear lane to the most glorious water dispenser of all time.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NUMBER 2 - MARKET PANTRY</span><br /><br />Holy crap, I love this crap. First of all, it's the same exact food that the rich people are eating, only in red and white packaging. Yes. Close yer eyes, stick some Market Pantry Brand Pretzel Sticks in your mouth or your ass or whatever, and I <span style="font-style: italic;">dare</span> you to tell me you can taste the difference. Same goes for everything else, except the soups. They just kinda suck. I don't like soup much anyway, so M.P. is really hurting in this department. But all the other stuff, yum yum, give me some.<br /><br />I've actually had people look into my pantry at my house and tell me, "Dude, that IS the Market Pantry." Don't believe me? Dig this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15hOlz3EKesX0kqe9I_6ndA6ZWGD62Qa5YohMZkbSlxr1A0cpZR_uKE4qi7UsiD4IXivfLh10oz9-EwdOPDA-Jknv1-nfm8d2QveecWxK0cdlGT60iQuyfLqIaDvQcoDkypQFt8co1S8B/s1600-h/mp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15hOlz3EKesX0kqe9I_6ndA6ZWGD62Qa5YohMZkbSlxr1A0cpZR_uKE4qi7UsiD4IXivfLh10oz9-EwdOPDA-Jknv1-nfm8d2QveecWxK0cdlGT60iQuyfLqIaDvQcoDkypQFt8co1S8B/s400/mp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443889783485979554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No that is not from the internet or Photoshopped, that is my <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> pantry, I shit you not. I own <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE</span></span> Market Pantry. I told you I love that crap.<br /><br /><br />Also, I didn't touch on Archer Farms, as it's essentially the same concept, but one thing I will add is that when I retire someday, you can bet your sweet ass that the name of the place where I will reside will be on... yep, you guessed it, Archer Farms.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >And finally, the NUMBER ONE REASON SUPER TARGET RULES....</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NUMBER 1 - <span style="font-size:180%;">HOTTIES</span>. </span></span><br /><br />On any given visit to Target, you will spot AT LEAST 3-4 hotties who are relatively close to your age group. And we all know that once you see one of these cuties, you're going to begin fantasizing about bumping shopping carts together with them accidentally in the frozen pizza section, her smiling at you, exchanging some flirtatious banter, then later bumping private parts together in her kitchen while the oven is preheating to cook aforementioned frozen pizza. If you haven't imagined this scenario playing out in your head at least once while at Target, you're lying.<br /><br />IN ADDITION to this group of lovely girls, you will also find at least 4 more <span style="font-weight: bold;">SMOKIN' MOM HOTTIES</span> roamin' around the Target as well. I'm telling you, there's nothing that gets my heart a-beatin' like a stone-cold MILF in the cereal aisle, picking out a box of Special K in her oh-so-cozy-fitting mommy jeans. Meeeowwww.<br />Super Target is like a cougar den, I'm telling you. It's only fitting. I mean, what is the one thing all hot moms have to do??? <span style="font-weight: bold;">PROVIDE FOR THEIR YOUNG.</span> And no other place on earth is going to bring in those hordes of sexy, sexy middle-class Mom-Babes like SUPER TARGET.<br /><br />The next time you go to a Super Target, you'll see what I mean. By the time you pull into the parking lot, just the sight of all those parked minivans will be boner-inducing in itself.Dushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06451738478130959990noreply@blogger.com5