coryanotado: (blinky shit - match game)
On FOX, they're showing the Eagles game, and they have Matt Vasgersian doing play-by-play.

Matt Vasgersian is also the host of the World Series of Blackjack on GSN.

It's like 6 Degrees of Game Show Network up in my head right now. It's totally awesome.
coryanotado: (pwned - zidane fighter)
Cory: Now it smells a little like penis.
Suzanne: What does penis smell like? Equate that to something.
Cory: PENIS! Penis smells like penis. It smells like male vagina or something.

coryanotado: (angry - grim)

Why did you put underwear on my head?
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And I came across this letter.

It is an actual, ten-page letter from what seems to be about the early 1940s, so around World War II.

It is extremely dirty.

Granted, we tend to forget that in the early part of the 20th century, people were allowed to be pervy and nasty and sex-driven; at least, I do. This letter is a fresh reminder that even since the early 20th century, some people were real freaky nasty.

Confessions of a Southern Girl
Circa Early 1940s
Transcribed by Cory Anotado
Note from the transcriber: Best ten bucks I ever spent.

I was married quite young, not quite sixteen, but was good looking and had a good husband, and was mother of two children: a boy and a girl. Everything went fine until I was 28 years old, then my husband died.

After a year or so, men began to pay attention to me again, but there was no one dear to me but my deceased husband.

There was a burglar scare about this time in my neighborhood and I was all worked up about this and afraid to go to sleep at night. Some of the neighbors advised me to get a dog that would be respected by strangers. I saw an advertisement in the paper about a lady going north who would like a home for her Saint Bernard dog. I went over to see him. He sure was a beauty; so large and gentle like a lamb.
Can you see where this is going? OBVIOUSLY NSFW. )
So there's the story. If I can get to a scanner, I'll scan it in.
coryanotado: (Default)

Amen and amen.
coryanotado: (confused - ask jeeves)
Suz: I am SOO tempted to call you "Sexypants McGee"
Cory: And you're not why?
Suz: Good question!
Suz: Sexypants McGee!
Suz: Then I would smack your ass.
Suz: How about them apples?
Cory: I likes it!
Suz: You just like me touching your butt.
Cory: Oh, just a whole lot.
Suz: [insert Homestar here]
Suz: You know, I could use another Homestar clone. Perhaps Homestare.
Suz: The ghetto Homestar.
Suz: Yo, baby, I'm HomeSTARE Runner!
Cory: Homestaaaaare runner!
Suz: ::grabs crotch::
Cory: Oh baby!
Suz: ::pistol whips a cop::
coryanotado: (confused - kronk)
This is probably the most unfortunate baby name ever.
coryanotado: (silly - pengi!!)
Therefore, I want to kind of change the rules to the Game of Life. The "modern" version of the Game of Life was released in 1960, and the heavy 50s-era family ideals show heavily. Reading through the Wikipedia article, there were some rule changes in 1992 and 2002, mainly adding more realistic dollar values. However, I think there needs to be a couple more rule changes.

I think that salaries should be increased the longer you keep a job. If you're in the same profession for 50+ years (which would be the lifespan of the game, I'm assuming), rarely does your salary not increase, at least from what I know. There should be stop spaces (like marriage and buying a house) to increase your salary. Include salary+ tokens to save on making more salary cards.

Marriage should be optional. Currently, you have to get married to continue. There should be plusses and minuses to get married. I'm not sure what, but I'm not the one making the game. I'm just being an asshole. I am glad, however, that gay marriage is allowed in the Game of Life, just because the rules can't tell me I can't pick a blue peg to put in my little car.

There needs to be some kind of provision against having children. Maybe get extra LIFE tiles if you choose to not have kids. Or, get pets instead of kids. Maybe guinea pigs of some sort. I'd rather have a guinea pig in a cage instead of twins in my station wagon.

I think there should be more careers. We're in 2007, people. Where's Computer Programmer or Blogger? (For the record, Bloggers should only be able to get $300 a payday. Take that, hippies.)

The closest thing I can find is this: Hey, there's drugs, sex and war. I dig it. Someone buy this for me.
coryanotado: (disbelief - tycho don't believe)
Q Magazine has released its list of the Top 20 songs of the past 20 years. Here's the list, courtesy of

1. Nirvana – Smells Like Teen Sprit
2. Outkast – Hey Ya!
3. Guns N’ Roses – Sweet Child Of Mine
4. Massive Attack – Unfinished Sympathy
5. U2 – One
6. Oasis – Live Forever
7. The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony
8. Pulp – Common People
9. The La’s – There She Goes
10. The White Stripes – 7 Nation Army
11. Blur – Song 2
12. Gnarls Barkley - Crazy
13. Robbie Williams – Angles
14. Britney Spears - …Baby One More Time
15. Depeche Mode – Personal Jesus
16. Madonna – Like A Prayer
17. The Prodigy – Firestarter
18. Cornershop – Brimful Of Asha
19. Eminem – Stan
20. Arctic Monkeys – I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Someone explain the following anomalies: How the FUCK did Hey Ya! get to number 2? It's debatable whether it should be on the list, and I'd throw it on the list, because it was one of those barrier-breaking songs. But 2? 2??? Fuck that. Brimful of Asha was a good song, and damn was it catchy. But what should belong on the list: the original or the Fatboy Slim remix that made the original what it is today? And BRITNEY? Fuck me with a hammer, that's a horrible choice.
coryanotado: (silly - pigs can't play soccer)
[Poll #748918]


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