Archive for December, 2009

Shayne hates me.

December 30, 2009

He would like to see me in a meat grinder or some kind of oven.

-Tyson

Random Nature 2.0

December 29, 2009

Birds of prey are alive and well in this town. Apparently this is a red-tailed hawk. I was having Christmas dinner at my Aunt and Uncle’s place, and while we were eating our bird, he had his own!

Warning: the second photo is NSFLunch if you’re not a fan of a graphic depiction of this bird-eat-bird world.

This one’s kind of gross…but so awesome.

~Shayne

You drive me bananas.

December 27, 2009

-Tyson

I love the Japanese

December 26, 2009

I don’t understand them as far as I could throw ’em, but I love ’em.

No idea is too ridiculous over there.  No idea.

The Japanese Snuggie happened

The Japanese Snuggie happened

I just— wow.

There are too many penguins eating lunch.

An honest look at Christmas…

December 24, 2009

Image jacked from regretfulmorning.

Christmas Photos

December 24, 2009

-Tyson

21,268 Christmas Lights

December 24, 2009

Cliffs of Dover+Christmas Lights=Christmas Hero?

Merry X-Mas.
-Tyson

Fuck Remakes!

December 24, 2009

Correct me if I’m Hitler” – Shayne.

I’m not a racist. But why do they have to make all the remakes with African American kids. Kind of ruins everything for me. Like the new Karate Kid. Well at least it has Jackie Chan in it as Mr. Myagi.

What next they remake British movies less then 4 years old? Oh wait…”Death at a Funeral” is a direct word for word remake of a good movie but now with Black people.

It seems the more tired I get the more racist I become. Must be the Central Canadian in me.

-Tyson

Tegan and Sara

December 23, 2009

I take fucking awesome photos!
-Tyson

This makes me happy

December 20, 2009

But, then again, I’m the only one realistically old enough to have seen the original during its first run.

We are here to (hee!) change the world

We are here to (hee!) change the world

I could sure do without Hooter, though.  Frickin’ Hooter.  Clutzass.

Readme.txt

Ninjas. Hijacked. My mother.