Archive for November, 2009

Is this a clue? Prolly not.

Sunday, November 29th, 2009


Is this a clue? Prolly not., originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

But it’s a funny word combo.

Not a clue-I hope

Sunday, November 29th, 2009


Not a clue-I hope, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

The Herald Hunt continues. P.3 and H0, you have stumped us.

Clue 2

Sunday, November 29th, 2009


Clue 2, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Halfway there by me. Oh, Montague, you silly goose.

First clue

Sunday, November 29th, 2009


First clue, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Possibly solved by Balls to the Wall.

NCL < Home

Monday, November 23rd, 2009


NCL < Home, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

The food was horrible, people wouldn’t stop asking us to buy bar
drinks, and the hall smelled like sewage at one point. But the vanilla
with butterscotch ice cream was awesome.

Oh. I can get that at home?

Someone copulated with our towels

Monday, November 23rd, 2009


Someone copulated with our towels, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

And a towelimal was born. I had to kill it because I didn’t want to
declare it to customs.

I’m on a boat

Friday, November 20th, 2009


I’m on a boat, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Oh shit

Friday, November 20th, 2009


Oh shit, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Shout Out Wednesday

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
nyyyaaaarrrrggghhhhh!

nyyyaaaarrrrggghhhhh!

Lady at the elevator this morning, you have to push the button for the elevator to come. Just like when you’re at home with your vibrator, you PUSH the button. Even new cars have buttons in them. It’s a button world, lady. PUSH, don’t stare. To the rude lady who skipped 3 of us in line in the cafeteria (and I said cafeteria in Spanish), I hope you broke your ankle when you stepped off the curb. As you fell, I hope your three bags (purple, yellow, and orange) were hit by cars. But not you. I hope you and your broken ankle made it safely back to the sidewalk. Love ya! AND! SUPER AWESOME SHOUTOUT to the germophobe in the elevator who has to touch all buttons with the end of her sleeve. You always bring a smile to my lips and sometimes, I want to kiss you with my dirty mouth, just to show you that it’s ok, the world’s fine. We just need another planet for the stupid people. Mars Rover. What’s the deal over there? Hit me back.

Friends, fire, meat, and intoxication

Saturday, November 14th, 2009


Friends, fire, meat, and intoxication, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Great Saturday night.