Here you go, antique lovers and garage sale fans:
Raiders of the Lost Garage!

It’s a blog where they sell items they’ve acquired from garages and estates. Why surf the endless oceans of E-bay when they have their items neatly categorized right there? Go check ‘em, out. Book them and add them to your blogroll… you never know what they’ll get (or what contests they’ll run) next!

HAW! HAW! What else is new?
There was a power outage in L.A. on Saturday, they’ve been under constant malicious hacker attacks (one which Tom urged everyone to upgrade their Flash Player.)

Shit happens. I’ve had sites down for days. It gets ugly! But there’s nothing you can do about it. If you ask me, they wont be back for a few days (if anything, expect intermittent service)…

So me? The opportunistic bastard that I am… I’ve decided that I am taking advantage of Technorati’s 2nd biggest search query to say one simple thing….

JOIN PROBLEM ADULTS!!!!

God… don’t go back to your shitty LiveJournals… PLEASE!
All the cool kids are at Problem Adults right now….

PS: Comments are off until I get control of this site back from comment spammers… you wouldn’t believe the crap I’ve been getting hit with here, my guestbooks, and even my contact forms! Jerkoffs!
Die, Comment Spammers, Die!

Aw yeah, CyberPals!

Getting started with production of Problem Adults’ FIRST online commercial!!! Read the rest of this entry »

(Too good of a joke not to share… plus I have nothing interesting to write about. -=e=-)
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Three men who were lost in the forest were captured by cannibals. The cannibal king told the prisoners that they could live if they pass a trial. The first step of the trial was to go to the forest and get ten pieces of the same kind of fruit. So all three men went separate ways to gather fruits.

The first one came back and said to the king, “I brought ten apples.” The king then explained the trial to him. “You have to shove the fruits up your butt without any expression on your face or you’ll be eaten.”

The first apple went in… but on the second one he winced out in pain, so he was killed.

The second one arrived and showed the king ten berries. When the king explained the trial to him he thought to himself that this should be easy. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8… and on the ninth berry he burst out in laughter and was killed.

The first guy and the second guy met in heaven. The first one asked, “Why did you laugh, you almost got away with it?”

The second one replied, “I couldn’t help it, I saw the third guy coming with pineapples.”

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Pocono Production (POH - ko -no Pruh-DUH!!! - k’shen - Noun)

1. Something of inferior quality
2. Half-assed
3. Sucks fucking moose dong

JEBUS EFFING CHRIST! What was the theme at the fireworks show, “How the soldiers in Iraq must feel”????

Not naming names, but we were at a resort for the fireworks show and the imbeciles were firing the damn things right over our heads!!! We’re getting hit with hot shells, and running for our lives as these glowing fiery things were dropping out of the sky.

Then the idiot in charge of the fireworks (let’s just call him “Gomer”) has the AUDACITY to come out and ask us (those not rushed to the hospital for 3rd degree burns) “How did you like the show?”.

Well gee, Gomer… perhaps it would be better if our NICE JEWISH INJURY LAWYER gave you an honest review.

*SIGH*

Well at any rate….

(Except for the Poconos…. you SUCK!!!)