tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62034212011-04-21T16:02:36.474-07:00... And, In Closing, I Hate You All.Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1148133887159357292006-05-20T06:34:00.000-07:002006-05-20T07:12:29.766-07:00

Part 99: Breaking Up is Hard to DoHa ha... that's a laugh. Of course it isn't. As a matter of fact, breaking up is so easy that I've never even had to break up with a woman. They always break up with me first.When I first moved to Austin and was living with Adam, I started dating the parking garage attendant at the building where he and I worked. She was a cute little Mexican girl who my

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1148123939290223862006-05-20T02:47:00.000-07:002006-05-20T07:14:23.760-07:00

You know how in Academy Award winning movies, a father will share some sort of hard-won wisdom with his son while sharing a beer over a dismantled carbuerator in the garage? I didn't have one of those fathers. One of the main pieces of advice I remember my father giving me was that masturbating makes you go bald, which makes a grim kind of sense considering the inevitability of both the act and

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1139972664637987302006-02-14T18:01:00.000-08:002006-02-14T19:08:55.876-08:00

Crazy Ryan gave me a collection of drawings that he bought from some people in prison. Looking through them, I was, honestly, a little intrigued. When I asked Ryan how he'd got them, he told me that he'd asked different people to draw pictures for him, and he gave them things (packages of Ramen, for instance). He told me that the guy that drew most of the ones I've scanned and posted below

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No, I'm not gay... I'm just single...So the other day I was cleaning my new apartment and putting away things that I should have put away when I first moved in, but of course I'm completely unmotivated and there's only so many hours in the day for watching internet porn and "Malcolm in the Middle" reruns. And I find this letter in the bathroom, presumably written to my apartment's former

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1137135790549859252006-01-12T22:52:00.000-08:002006-01-12T23:03:10.576-08:00

So I went and saw the movie Hostel the other day, with a group of about 25 18-21 year olds. Those two facts should serve as confirmation, if any were needed, for my masochistic tendencies. Now going into the movie, I knew absolutely nothing about it except that Quentin Tarantino was somehow involved and the director had previously directed Cabin Fever. Silly me, I thought Cabin Fever was

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1136970548946271242006-01-11T01:02:00.000-08:002006-01-11T01:09:08.960-08:00

Where the fuck have I been for the past two months? What have I been doing? Why haven't I updated and what's this burning situation when I urinate?Well, the above listed can mean only one thing: Merry Fucking Christmas (belated) to your sorry asses. Seeing how yesterday was also my birthday, it's been like, I don't know, 6 straight months of merry-making and holidaying and hanging out with

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1132292953761104352005-11-17T20:40:00.000-08:002005-11-17T21:49:13.806-08:00

You know, I wasn't going to say anything else about Silvia Johnson. I mean, the very thought of 14 year olds pounding away at her skaggy ass, while she bought them booze and crank was just a little to pathetic and obvious, and she got 30 years in prison, of which she'll have to serve at least 10 before she's eligible for parole. And while that may seem a bit excessive, it's worth noting that her

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So I was fishing last weekend with Charlie, the three legged wonder dog. Charlie is not my dog, he's a dog from Animal Hope pet adoptions, but I can't take my own dog fishing because she misbehaves and spending too much time with her will make you stupid. People who know both me and my dog can confirm this.Anyway, I was fishing in the Trinity River near a hill on the bike trail. I'd been

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Some of you may recall my posting some of my travails with Plucker, the roommate from hell. Thanks to my brother, who apparently doesn't ever delete any emails, no matter how ridiculous or inane, here is a petition that I drafted shortly after me and Plucker parted ways: CAUSE NO. ______________BENJAMIN E. MORRIS §

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Last night Comedy Central aired their roast of Pamela Anderson. We're all familiar with the concept... a bunch of crabby comedians get together to make fun of someone who's generally more successful than they are. I was going to post my thoughts on the roast last night, but I was playing a drinking game where I chugged a beer everytime someone said "tits" or "sex tape." I blacked out fifteen

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1118955954651462242005-06-16T13:32:00.000-07:002005-08-15T17:35:44.373-07:00

You wouldn’t know it from listening to Bethany, but until a couple of weeks ago I was dating a very, nice, normal girl. Now, some might argue that the girl couldn’t have been that normal if she was going out with me, but you’ll have to take my word for it. Besides, she was mostly dating me because of the Nepalese mind-control trick I learned from Jangbu, the Sherpa who lives in my backyard.

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1117893128015179582005-06-04T04:13:00.000-07:002005-06-04T07:00:15.733-07:00

Okay, okay, so I said I was going to post this a month or so ago, and I didn't. You know why? Because I was totally banging Janet Reno in the ass. For a month straight. Dick Morris taped it.Anyway, I was going up to Fort Worth a couple of months ago, minding my business. Me and the dog were doing fat rails of coke off the armrest while an underage Haitian hooker fellated me from the floorboard

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You know, I watch Fox News quite a bit. Now, I know it's not "cool" to watch Fox News, unless you're watching it to be ironic, or so you can discuss with how "right on" Outfoxed was at your next interpretive drum circle (or feminist dance theory class, I guess, depending on your gender). Rupert Murdoch is the devil, Fox is the mouthpiece of the Republican party, and the only thing they broadcast

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So it's Spring Break, and of course, I'm not at South Padre looking at scantily clad females wrestling in Wesson oil. I'm not skiing in Vail. I'm not even sitting on a sun soaked river bank fishing for white bass. I'm in Houston. Working. For my brother. Again.At least I'm not painting the house this year. Or ripping up tackstrip. It could be worse. I could be giving blowjobs for spare

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1107315136213161402005-02-01T18:53:00.000-08:002005-02-01T19:32:16.213-08:00

Now, truthfully, would you bang this chick? I know, it depends on how much booze and speed she gave you. But even if she gave you a bunch, and you were so drunk you couldn't see straight and so hopped up on crank that you'd screw the family cat and your little sister's goldfish, you would think that Silvia Johnson would rank right behind Itchy Irene, that dirty hooker who offered to let you pee

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1106632172393868112005-01-24T21:31:00.000-08:002005-01-24T21:49:32.393-08:00

Where have I been? Well, that's my fucking business, isn't it? Maybe I've been sitting out my 6 month sentence for "date rape," though I have to say if she went on a date with me then she was asking for it, and my attorney says that isn't an admission of guilt. Anyway, my brother was criticizing my handling of my girlfriend recently, and I had to leap to my own defense. Not because I'm not a

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1095107277285883632004-09-13T12:38:00.000-07:002004-09-13T14:20:44.220-07:00

One of the reasons that family law attorneys will always have work is that family law litigants frequently take leave of their senses. I used to believe that family law litigants were simply good people on their worst behavior (as opposed to ciminal defendants, who are bad people on their best behavior), but I've since come to the conclusion that, for the most part, at least one but more often

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1094616043897156692004-09-07T20:48:00.000-07:002004-09-08T13:32:18.050-07:00

Texas is an odd and dangerous place. People don't tend to think of that, except in terms of George Bush (and don't criticize my president again or we'll invade your country and rename it Lesser Ohio). For instance, we had a German stay with us when I was but a wee pup. His name was Klaus, and he lived in the servant's quarters behind our house. Don't get me wrong, because I don't want to

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1090584994665221762004-07-23T01:31:00.000-07:002004-07-23T05:24:00.366-07:00

My eldest brother, who's linked in the sidebar, has spent the last seven years asking me questions like "when are you going to get a job?" and "why don't you call a temp service?" and "you know what would be a good job for you?  Assistant crack whore."  It doesn't really matter to him that for most of that period I was employed.  The reason it doesn't matter is that he is apparently insane.  Not

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Where in the hell have I been?   Well, the short answer is: I have been sitting in my apartment, eating Ramen noodles and watching Fox News Channel.    To expand on that, I've been having a bit of an existential crisis.  You know, (1) what does it all mean, (2) what am I doing with my life, and (3) why am I doing it with a crazy 3 week growth of beard and dirty underwear?  Seeing as how the

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1086937933600421742004-06-11T00:12:00.000-07:002004-06-11T01:39:46.406-07:00

"Hey, Nicole and Ron... you been JUICED!" Now, I'm just a simple man. Well, not "just" a simple man. I'm a short and simple man. I'm an easily frightened and terribly cowardly simple man. I'm a simple man who knows absolutely nothing about self defense, and as a result am a simple man that is easily intimidated. But, to simplify, I am a simple man. I've been wrong about things before. But

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1086340157106261782004-06-04T01:18:00.000-07:002004-06-04T02:09:17.106-07:00

Instead of studying right now, which is what I should be doing, I'm reading the current issue of "Stuff" magazine. Ever wonder how I stay up on current events, and always seem to be "in the know?" Stuff magazine, baby! I have it on good authority that Mort Kondracke and Charles Krauthammer crib all of their political insights from Stuff, and when you're buying beef jerky and Arizona Ice Tea at

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So looking at my referrer log tonight, I notice I got a few hits from Google for "Rockin' Tomatoes." Now, that could be a problem. Seeing as how the only people who would probably be looking for that particular combination of words would be the people who sign my paycheck... Well, I must say, I smell a problem developing. But, utilizing my world-renowned disaster management skills, let me say.

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So I'm working again. Now the "old Ben" would be pissed right now. The old Ben would rather not be working at all, and, if he had to work, would rather be working (er... maybe "working" is overstating it a bit... let's say "being paid to show up at an office every day") in a field that conveys at least a little bit of prestige so that he could bask in the reflected glory of his betters, rather

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1084884209088942332004-05-18T05:06:00.000-07:002004-05-18T05:43:29.086-07:00

Via Conrad comes this item about the cicada infestation in the American East. Now, I like children okay... but someone recently pointed out to me that this is because I don't have any and am not often around any, and on the rare occasions when I do have contact with mucosos (as they say in Spanish)I generally make a few generic comments and then run off and smoke cigarettes. Which is true, as

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1084264583878555882004-05-11T01:04:00.000-07:002004-05-11T01:36:23.876-07:00

A majority believes that we should give up in Iraq. A majority believes "Van Helsing" was the best movie to go see last weekend. So, obviously, we should all withdraw our support for liberating an oppressed people and go watch a crappy Hugh Jackman movie. Well, no, of course. John Kerry, despite being a vocal opponent of the Iraq war, isn't going to pull our troops out, bring them home, give

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1084239420715670552004-05-10T16:25:00.000-07:002004-05-10T18:37:00.716-07:00

Colin appears to be negatively disposed to the Iraq conflict, and the money that's being spent there. Now, I'm generally opposed to any government spending. However, invading other countries and overthrowing tinpot dictators is one of the few things that the federal government appears to do well. Also, since an invasion of an oppressive regime is not something that I can buy for myself in a

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1083916302025966032004-05-07T00:48:00.000-07:002004-05-07T00:56:09.186-07:00

You know, I see some value in all of this. My masturbatory fantasies often involve a woman suffering from an eventually fatal chronic disease.

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No, of course not, but that's close. Why do I watch things like "Bridget Jones' Diary?" Well, the answer is simple: I want to have sex. And apparently women are brain damaged when it comes to films. And not brain damaged in the still-functional-and-comically-tragic-Crackhead-Bob kind of way, but hideously and fundamentally brain damaged in the

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1083909928134576712004-05-06T23:01:00.000-07:002004-05-06T23:09:55.826-07:00

Boy, if I had a nickel for every time one of my dates ended like this, I could finally afford to eat a decent dinner. Like instead of Ramen, I'd eat two packets of Ramen and a peanut butter sandwich. Actually, though, I shouldn't pass judgement on this guy. Maybe he's a Kennedy.

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1083909260744275422004-05-06T22:37:00.000-07:002004-05-06T22:58:47.763-07:00

Not to be outdone by Micah Wright, "Asshat Uber Alles" Michael Moore was lying when he said that Disney backed out of distributing "Farenheit 911" at the last minute. I can only hope that the Academy voters recognize the genius of Moore's documentary (and I think we can all rest assured, it's genius) so that I can once again be treated to endless soundbite loops of an awkward fat man acting

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Well, little brother didn't like "Man on Fire," but I went and saw it anyway. After all, kids his age are too busy grab-assing, swapping spit and taking pictures of each other's butts with their camera phones at the movies to pay much attention to the screen. But, he was right. Sort of. Denzel Washington plays your typical, nebulous, only-occurs-in-the-movies world-traveling soldier of

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1082778114245097252004-04-23T20:38:00.000-07:002004-04-23T22:20:52.590-07:00

Wow. I mean, wow. What a colossal group of assholes. Thanks to Nathan Hamm for depressing the hell out of me.

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So I was watching "Blue Crush" last night... no wait, let me start again. I was attempting to watch it. But it's awful. I was willing to give it a chance, seeing as how it had girls in bikinis in it, but ultimately, a movie about a female surfer trying to deal with a rebellious younger sister, losing her job, sharing a few "Grrrl Power!" moments with her roommates, and falling in love with a

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1082738912225281362004-04-23T09:46:00.000-07:002004-04-23T09:53:17.780-07:00

When cyber-sex goes wrong.

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Those open-minded Floridians, we could all learn something from them.

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1082545989060087242004-04-20T04:17:00.000-07:002004-04-21T04:19:39.966-07:00

The recent AIDS scare in the porn industry has been kind of interesting. I mean, it's not often that you see sites like Adult Video News using "Outbreak" terms like first generation groups and exposure dates, outside of describing the set of "Dr. Rimjob 2." So far, there's been one confirmed HIV+ in the first generation, an 18 year old woman named Lara Roxx who had been working in the business

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1081984868872574772004-04-14T15:23:00.000-07:002004-04-14T16:25:05.826-07:00

I've just been busy with school. Bitching will resume as normally scheduled later this week.

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I just noticed that Bethany stated that she is as mean or meaner than her father. But that's not possible. Her father is one of the scariest people I have ever met in my short life, and I've met some mean motherfuckers. He's sort of like Darren Stevens, dipped in angry. He has this sinister "you-might-wake-up-dead-tomorrow" vibe, and he doesn't try to mellow it out at all. My only contact

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1080806731434926312004-03-31T23:53:00.000-08:002004-04-01T00:09:09.763-08:00

So you're encouragement would be appreciated. I'm currently madder than a hatter. I was trying to think up an appropriate analogy to describe this experience to someone who doesn't smoke, and I've been hard pressed to think of something comparable. I'm using an aid to quit smoking, and I still dream about smoking. I look longingly at the 20 year old girls on campus, and I'm not thinking about

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So Bethany takes exception to my accounts of things that occurred on Spring Break. What else is new, right? However, Bethany, you had the full exposure to the family crazy bag that weekend... so who's normal now? That's right... me. I'm as close as you're going to get to normal in this family... and you've married into it. Congratulations. I'll be moving in next week.

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1080114227904746632004-03-23T23:18:00.000-08:002004-03-23T23:58:45.360-08:00

Colin's memories of Crazy Ryan are perhaps not so fond as mine. I'd be interested to hear some of Colin's stories about Ryan, as Ryan got kicked out of school after I did, so there's probably some entertaining stuff there... Yes, I still talk to Crazy Ryan from time to time. I tell him to take his fucking meds. I tell him to do what the court officers tell him, or he'll never see his daughter

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1080033566723310102004-03-22T23:03:00.000-08:002004-03-23T01:22:52.590-08:00

So, a little further on the crazy subject... and no, this post isn't about the fact that I recently applied for a job primarily out of spite. It might sound insane, on the surface, to seek a job merely because someone has told you that you will never "work in this town again," but someone wise once said that the best revenge is living well. Now, I may personally believe that the best revenge is

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1079916064839877552004-03-21T15:47:00.000-08:002004-03-21T16:48:09.670-08:00

I got into a fight with a crazy person at a bar this weekend. I think it was mostly due to the fact that when you are as intriguing, charming, drop-dead sexy and intelligent as I am, it's sometimes hard to steer clear of trouble because people just have a hard time accepting that they are inferior to me in nearly every way. The crazy person in question appeared to mostly be upset because I'm

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1079393355353445722004-03-15T15:21:00.000-08:002004-03-15T15:42:58.936-08:00

Right now, in South Padre, there are girls in bikinis, drunk, splashing in the water and "experimenting" with their sexuality. The sun is shining, and some of those girls need sunscreen applied to their smooth, young backs. In New Mexico and Colorado, girls with taut bodies are skiing through knee-deep powder. Maybe they need someone to bum cigarettes off of, because they left theirs in the

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1078917761116634632004-03-10T02:29:00.000-08:002004-03-10T06:14:49.280-08:00

My afternoon post-school nap ran long tonight, and so now I'm up in the middle of the night reading sites I don't normally read. And I find this. Lord. Dude, if you're going to write stuff like this, write it in longhand on a piece of paper with "Notes for my Attorney" scrawled across the top of it. Now that you've written what a horrible cunt your wife is, give it to your attorney, and

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1078729599593216192004-03-07T22:34:00.000-08:002004-03-07T23:09:44.950-08:00

Apparently my little brother has a blog. I don't know for sure, but it looks that way. He was complaining on it about Christian fundamentalists prostelytizing to him. I'm not going to link to it, because I figure he would have mentioned it to me if he wanted me to know about it. But, I will, however, offer some advice. If someone, whether they are a fundamentalist or someone from the "Save

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1078655800324566982004-03-07T02:00:00.000-08:002004-03-07T02:39:44.106-08:00

So watch out Colin, you dirty Jew bastard. Colin looks very favorably on the gay marriage developments. Now, I don't have a dog in this fight, and I don't feel extremely strongly about either position. On a purely pragmatic level, after law school I will probably practice family law. So I'm all for more people getting married, because it means that more people will get divorced. Less in the

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Right around the time I lost my job, I visited my brother in Houston and he gave me some books to read. He gave me some P.J. O'Rourke, but really, it was mostly pretty bad. There was a book that I can't find right now, and whose name I don't remember, but it was a book for teenagers about vampires. He also gave me Stephen Baxter's "Manifold Space," which was crap but not nearly as

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Dave Chapelle is a comedy genius.

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And not just with a little bit of hate. With a lot. I was reading my sister-in-law's latest irrational anti-Ben screed, when I noticed she has linked to Quizno's, the sub shop now famous for their bizarre marketing campaign. Okay, what are those things? Are they rats, guniea pigs, potatoes, what? And I will tell you this, that doesn't make me want to eat your sandwiches, fuckhats, it makes

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Reynolds linked an article about renaming DARPA programs... I didn't know the federal government was involved in anything remotely as cool as this stuff. In my mind, public spending was a lot like setting my money on fire, only not nearly as fun. To quote P.J. O'Rourke (Parliament of Whores): "To call something public is to define it as dirty, insufficient, and hazardous. The ultimate

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1077089127141197842004-02-17T23:22:00.000-08:002004-02-17T23:34:09.233-08:00

... have ever been upset about the sex-doll industry's shameless indifference to the dead hooker market, here's your site. UPDATE: No, I'm not blogging from a prison computer.

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Don't blame me, I voted for Kodos! Another year, another scandal involving the diddling of an intern. I just hope that the girl is really hot. Other recent sex scandals have been disappointing in that regard. I like trashy mall tramps as much as the next guy, but really, Bill, you were the leader of the free world with a nuclear arsenal at your fingertips, you can do better. Because of my

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Because Nickelback is ready to challenge Whitesnake (visit the site, it's a real treat)for the world heavyweight title of lap-dancing songs. Nickelback has already made it big on the strip-club scene with their breakout "How You Remind Me," but their newest toe-tapping ditty is sure to knock off "Here I Go Again" as the all-time leader in pole-dancing and lap-dancing accompaniment. I have a

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The bathroom wasn't that bad. Granted, it didn't have any toilet paper in it, but it wasn't a health hazard or anything (I don't think). Actually, I didn't tell my sister-in-law the truth about the pool-hall incident. What actually happened was I made the crack about the chloroform and handcuffs, and then the pool-hall chick beat me in pool, and then she said that if I wanted to say creepy

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... but I support stem cell research. Fuck you, Christopher Reeve! Bring on the big breasts!

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Plucker was an awful roommate, as I've mentioned before. One of our other continuing, ongoing problems was his refusal to buy groceries. I encountered this, at first, when I would buy some Chips Ahoy and find them all gone the very next day. Now, this is to be expected when you live with a filthy stoner. If you live with a stoner, buying cookies and expecting to eat them later is like

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You know, these things don't inspire a lot of confidence, anyway. It reminds of the time I tried to quit masturbating 23 hours a day by gluing jagged pieces of broken glass to my penis.

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I'm supposed to do some actual paying work this weekend. I think that I will present the boss with one of these as a condition of my employment, though. You would think that Beyonce could afford an attorney who wouldn't make so many typos in her "Hospitality Rider." Maybe she picked her attorney based on chicken seasoning abilities rather than spelling.

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Hey, look, a car for Dean supporters! Now, if only we can develop a car powered by smug self-righteousness, we'll have a vehicle for the rest of the liberal demographic.

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Well, it looks like the bestiality problem has spread beyond the confines of Sweden... now Thais are getting into the act. So remember, Mr. Toryip Rawang, the next time a dog "is wagging her tail and acting sexy" try buying her dinner first.

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I was going to make a bid on this, but the English used in the description sounds an awful lot like an email I received from a Nigerian banker the other day...

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Speaking of porn... I got an email from my brother today about Sweden's bestiality problem. Of the many fascinating things I learned from what is actually a very short article: 1. Child porn was legal in Sweden until 1999, when it was outlawed. 2. There has been an increase in animal injuries related to sexual contact with people. 3. The purchase of animal porn in Sweden is on the rise. 4.

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DogBlog points to an anti-porn crusader in my hometown. The fact that the good Reverend has nothing better to do than go to considerable lengths to harass decent, porn loving people whose only real crime is wanting to rent a wholesome rimjob DVD goes a long way towards explaining how boring Fort Worth can be sometimes. Maybe he should start a Sex 4 Salvation branch office. Or sell these.

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1075186418730570172004-01-26T21:12:00.000-08:002004-01-30T05:33:27.860-08:00

Ha-ha, just kidding, White Settlement sucks! Thanks for playing along, folks! Via Fark comes this little gem about efforts to repeal White Settlement's beer and wine restrictions, from my hometown paper the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. I'd say it's a better paper than the Austin Chronicle, but that's like saying I could construct a better roommate than Plucker out of fire, termites, and a dead

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1074841840343949752004-01-22T23:08:00.000-08:002004-01-30T05:52:27.670-08:00

Here's a gift idea. And, conveniently enough, it fits in with my plans for global domination.

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Except with more of a creepy serial killer vibe. I suppose that I should have known bettern than to advertise for a roommate in the local "alt-weekly," the Austin Chronicle (the web description for which is "Austin paper with local flavor of Austin," said local flavor being euphemistic shorthand for crab-infected cooch with a hint of burning vinyl). Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against "

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Via Tim Blair comes this gunsight footage from a U.S. Apache helicopter in Iraq. As Tim notes, it is graphic and... well, horrifying, on several levels. UPDATE:: This link should be a valid link for the video, since the one above doesn't seem to be working. Most people viewing the footage would be disturbed, to say the least, to hear the somewhat detached voices of the pilot and arms control

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1074344055736523832004-01-17T04:45:00.000-08:002004-01-30T05:58:08.310-08:00

Thanks to the magic of my referrer log, I have discovered that I am one of the top search results for "urethra fucking," right below a page about "Zen Finger Fucking" and right above "Chronic Honeymoon Cystosis." So I've decided to ditch the law school idea and get into niche porn. Any young ladies in the Austin area who are willing to be videotaped while being urinated upon, drop me a line.

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So here's a game featuring everyone's favorite child molesting wierdo. Hey, Michael, if your best friends are Liz Taylor and Marlon Brando, you are a freak.

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I've added a link to the right for you, my loyal readers (both of you), to buy God, It Sucks stuff. And don't worry, I will be adding more products and designs, soon, too! So show the world that you value paranoid delusions of grandeur, irrational hate, and sexual frustration by purchasing today!

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Today I was at Southwest Texas or Texas State University or Hytop Generic Brand University, or whatever the fuck it is called now, registering for classes. It was very foggy, and I had to be there at 8 am, so I was justifiably disoriented. I should probably also point out that I don't ever pay attention to things and I'm usually pretty disoriented anyway, so maybe the fog and time of day didn't

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1074149955421043472004-01-14T22:24:00.000-08:002004-01-30T06:00:50.170-08:00

Sometimes something wierd and embarassing happens to me, but usually it's entirely my fault. For instance. The other day I was walking out to my car in the middle of the night to get a pack of cigarettes. Because it was nighttime and I didn't think anyone else would be in the parking lot, I was only wearing my underwear, a jacket, and some boots. 1. There was someone else in the parking lot.

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Okay... so I had a horrible day today. Dealing with UT is always a challenge, but, for some reason, today was exceptional. I won't go into the excruciating details, but I want to highlight a particular incident. I went to the registrar's office at UT today, the only reason for which trip was to get a transcript for transfer purposes. I paid the appropriate fee. I then proceeded to a room,

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IN KEEPING WITH THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT... My charming and beautiful sister-in-law has updated her site with more slanderous nonsense about my "psychotic" tendencies. Hey, Bethany, that isn't psychosis, it's "charm" and "verve!"

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ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO SUCKS ASS Hey, Benjy's back and he still hates things! I've been in Colorado since 12/27. I like Colorado. I hate New Mexico. I have never had very much exposure to New Mexico, aside from relatively pleasant trips to Ruidoso (which had sullen Indians staffing the casino and ski shops at the resort where we stayed, who seemed to be actively praying to Tree Up Ass,

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CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM TRASHCANISTAN! I'm in Fort Worth for the holidays. People that are full of the Christmas spirit and wear holiday sweaters and sing carols and call you "Scrooge" if you spit at them for telling you "Merry Christmas" don't have to spend the holidays in Fort Worth. If they did, they'd be more understanding and would treat the Christmas season as a period of mourning,

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I'M MOVING TO MEXICO.

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HEY, THANKS FOR THE INFO, ASSHATS! Thank God for the Department of Homeland Security. Christmas time, and the threat level is "orange." I'm not sure what that means, exactly. But, reading a little further into the story, it appears that that means that our darling government considers the most recent terrorist threats to be "the most significant since September 11, 2001." The department

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ENDER'S GAME SUCKS Anyone who knows me knew that eventually I would make an "Ender's Game" post. "Ender's Game" is one of the worst novels ever written in the English langauge. I won't go into plot points, because they probably wouldn't make any sense to anyone (unless my brother forwards this to Jenny), so let me summarize: Orson Scott Card, who recently had an editorial in the Wall Street

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MY SISTER IN LAW SUCKS Oh, Bethany, how you've hurt me. Of course I change clothes and shave, but only when I have a job. Actually, Bethany, I know that you are well aware of the "Kaczinski" look I've been working on. You know that my ambition has always been to be a crazy hermit, and yet you have to be negative. Listen, can I have your sister's number? I've got the nicest shack picked out

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WHAT, THE JEWS DON'T CONTROL THE WORLD? No, it's these bastards! I knew it! George Bush is obviously not a tool of the Jewish conspiracy, but a devil worshiping cultist! Or, possibly, the Mr. "cultbuster" behind this auction is wearing a tin-foil helmet right now and was able to obtain access to the hospital computer when he was supposed to be in group. Oh, and by the way, anyone who

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-107162719474409642003-12-16T16:56:00.000-08:002003-12-16T18:42:01.470-08:00

SYLVESTER STALLONE IS THE MOST GOD-AWFUL ACTOR ON EARTH I'm watching "Daylight" right now. Why? Because I'm uncontrollably drawn to things I hate. I actually quite enjoyed this movie the first time I saw it, when it starred Gene Hackman and was called "The Poseidon Adventure." It's a proven medical fact that Sylvester Stallone movies actually make you dumber for having watched them. People

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I HAVE MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT OCEAN'S ELEVEN I think it's because I have mixed feelings about Steve Soderbergh. You have to like a movie like "Sex, Lies, and Videotape," where we all fell in love with an impotent pervert. But "Traffic" seemed to me like a 2 1/2 hour editorial for "Reason" magazine with pictures and Michael Douglas (who, by the way, should be married to someone his own age, like

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I HATE YOU CABLE TELEVISION What in the hell?! Another Sandra Bullock movie?! Is Time Warner trying to kill me? Tonight we have "The Net," "Catch Me If You Can," and "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones," among other various and sundry diseased pieces of crap presented for my viewing pleasure. "The Net" was one of those movies that I hold a place of fondness for in my heart. Not because it was

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5 THINGS I HATE ABOUT KEANU REEVES 1. "I know Kung Fu." 2. Point Break 3. Dude, look, you can't continue to play Ted "Theodore" Logan in every role. Branch out. 4. He reminds me of a dumb Johnny Depp, and I hate Johnny Depp. 5. Speed

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EBAY DOESN'T SUCK Anybody who's looking for a gift for me this Christmas, I would like to suggest this. An evil genius like myself needs an underground fortress. Come on, this is the giving season!

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"TWO WEEKS NOTICE" SUCKS Why do I have cable? I'll tell you why. It's because I love romantic comedies. Romantic comedies are great because they reinforce all of my distrust in human motivations. In the specific instance of "Two Weeks Notice," (now showing on Cinemax, yay!) it's okay to fuck your boss if it's for love but not for a paycheck or for a couple of extra sick days a year. I must

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FORMER IRAQI INFORMATION MINISTER... ... Al-Sahhaf sez... "I think Ryan and Trista will have a wonderful and beautiful future together. Also, do you think I can be the Minister of Rubble and Craters?"

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SURE, SADDAM SUCKS... But you've gotta love that beard. Hey, I can relate, my beard's started looking the same way.

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ANGER MANAGEMENT COURSES SUCK Okay, okay... I implied in the post below that anger management courses 10 years ago resulted in my becoming the calm, cool, and collected person that I am today. That's not entirely accurate. As a matter of fact, I just threw the anger management courses in to give myself "street-cred" as someone who manages their anger. That's probably not a real precise

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THE UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS SUCKS And not just because they won't let me attend school there. Sure, that's a big part of it. But I'm not the sort of chap who would bear a grudge. Ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you that ever since my anger management classes 10 years ago I've been a very understanding and even-tempered guy. So, when I tell you that I want for a meteor to strike the UT

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I'm 26. I live in Austin, Texas. I worked in family law for about 6 years, but now I go to school at Texas State University (formerly Southwest Texas State) in San Marcos, Texas, and don't have a job (but I'm willing. Anybody need me to kneecap somebody for them? I have no dignity! I'll do anything!). I will probably go to law school and practice family law, because I'm a big believer in

Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1143779613532105312003-11-16T20:29:00.000-08:002006-03-30T20:33:33.546-08:00

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Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13932713795816868464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203421.post-1146198666922549482003-10-01T21:26:00.000-07:002006-04-27T21:31:06.923-07:00

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