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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Random: Questions with no answer...

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

What is the speed of darkness?

Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours?

If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?

Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?

How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?


Did you ever stop and wonder......

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I’ll squeeze these pink dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"

Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its bum."

Why do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?

Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their bum when they ask where the bathroom is?

Why does your Obstetrician, Gynaecologist leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!



If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

Stop singing and read on……. Yes, it caught me too!


Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?


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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Review: Take Those Panties off....

Pase Rock @ Dancers Royale
3/25/2008 - Orlando, FL

We get three to four hours of sleep on Monday night, stumble out of bed and drive to work in a drunken daze. From nine to five, we sit at our desks, our cubicles, our counters, and try our hardest to keep our foreheads from slamming onto our keyboards or registers or whatever. We count the minutes till we sit in I-4 traffic in a daze, and dream of the nap we desperately need to take while a puddle of drool from forms at our chins. We wake up and it’s Tuesday night, and day two of Orlando’s spring training week.

MySpace was all abuzz during the day. Everyone was looking forward to what was undoubtedly going to be, to say the very least, the most interesting show of the week. Now, while it’s common knowledge that taking your panties off and showing that baby rat is the right thing for a lady to do in a strip club, it’s also recently become the phrase that has made Pase Rock a name that is synonymous with what can only be termed as “dance-rap”. The two go hand in hand and so it only made sense that Pase Rock’s Orlando performance took place at one of Orlando’s most reputable, adult entertainment venues Dancers Royale.

A constant collaborator with the Spank Rock crew Spank Rock made his way onto the scene from Cincinnati, where while attending high school, the met the men that would come together to make the Five Deez crew, Fat Jon, Kyle David and Sonic. His style is versatile, and quite interesting, and seemed almost too perfect for the setting that night. This was a night unlike any other. For starters Neither Pase Rock, nor his opener, Club Firestone resident Dj Miss Fit were spinning for a group of sweaty drunk dancing fools from behind turntables, and instead, sitting in the strip club’s sound booth, were providing the soundtrack for the bevy of boobs gyrating on the club floor. Regardless both made their presence strongly felt, breaking away from regular, tried and played strip club musical rotations, to give the girls something a little more flavorful to dance to.

Of course, the girls took over the night. The only thing that could be argued, is whether its fair to consider this entertainment for boys only. While the look on most of boy’s faces were those of kids at Christmas morning, the girls, all the girls, not just the naked ones, made their own fun, and claimed the night for themselves. While it’s one thing to party with the scantily clad women who pour downtown every week, that night, there was much more to be admired on that night, and, even with Orlando’s ban on all nude dancing, the room was erotic, excited and ecstatic.

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