my brain just threw up a little…

June 30, 2011


Filed under: Daily Crazies,lawls — Sol @ 10:22 am

yes… note to self, steer clear of the crazy-train!

Filed under: Daily Crazies — Sol @ 10:17 am

June 26, 2011


Filed under: commentary,Daily Crazies — Sol @ 12:13 pm


June 25, 2011

dead man running

Filed under: commentary,lawls — Sol @ 3:47 pm

lame title, good flick. in lines of Lock,Stock, and Snatch. Brit criminals talking funny (yes, i just fucking said that, put that sock back in your mouth!), and trying to pay off a shit-ton instead of killing everyone (as per good old hollywood tradition).
Also, who is “50 cent” ? Tough luck with a name. Hey, at least it wasn’t “Nike-flavored Koolaid” spelled with extra Zs and Xs all over the damn place, and he is not a skinny, neurotic, white oxy-faced kid acting tough, is all I am saying.

June 24, 2011

It is all a matter of perspective!

Filed under: commentary,Daily Crazies,lawls — Sol @ 5:16 pm

Below image is my humble comment on

Because every little girl is a princess =)

Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé.

Filed under: random crazies — Sol @ 10:30 am

email at 2:24AM. i read it at 5am and I replied. None of this mess is his fault and I hope he is alright.

June 23, 2011


Filed under: commentary,QOTD — Sol @ 11:01 am

“There is nothing quite so satisfying to the desperate as having someone to look down on…”
(From “Lust lizard of melancholy cove” by Christopher Moore)

June 22, 2011

The Bitch!

Filed under: Daily Crazies,lawls,random crazies — Sol @ 8:09 pm

she quietly ate all the bacon while I was sorting the laundry. Then she made noise with the garbage in the kitchen, and when I went to investigate, this conniving bitch managed to sneak undetected into the bedroom where I was sorting the laundry and plopped in the middle of my sorting. I rescued some clean shirts from under her fat ass, for she refused to get up and just laid there pretending to be sleepy. The Bitch.

Death of a used car salesman…

Filed under: Daily Crazies,random crazies — Sol @ 11:10 am

Used car salesman drenched in napalm, crawling through an old abandoned industrial facility. Floors are covered with a few inches of broken glass and refuse. Dragging his broken bleeding legs he is spinning his feverish eyes, looking for cover. The smell is most retched. If they do not hear him scream, he might just get away, get to safety, call a lawyer, bowl another frame, sell another used car… Treacherous crushed glass makes more and more noise as he rushes towards a door he spotted. He almost reached it. He was only a few feet away when he heard quick crunching steps. Redoubling his efforts and no longer hiding his wheezing gaspy breaths he covered those few feet and lurched for the round, chromed doorknob. His bloodied hand gave little friction on the polished chrome, but it gave enough for him to fill his world with morbid dread of understanding that this door is indeed locked.
And that is when he heard the giggle. A thin, child-like, neurotic, wheezing giggle, ending with what sounded like two quick steps through the crushed glass. Fear gripped his lungs, froze his neck, and contorted his face into a mask of agonizing terror. He did not want to turn and look. He did not want to face it, because he still thought that there is something that will help him get away. And then he saw it. He saw the reflection in the chromed knob. He saw it even through the smear of blood, fuel, and sweat. Reflection broke the ice of his fear and crushed him like a sledgehammer would crush a beer-bottle. His bladder let loose as he begin to fall into a pit of his endlessly miserable wale. Reflection showed him a 4ft tall person, dressed in kilt and bright yellow rubber boots. In one hand this strange person was holding a carpenters hammer, and in another hand there was a rubber hose attached to an oversized backpack strapped to its back. It’s head was almost square, it had a cavernous maw, with remarkably crooked blackened teeth. It’s eyes were somewhat slanted, and projecting at a very steep angle from its peep of a nose encrusted with cocaine sores and dripping with snot. It had no hair, spare for the eyebrows and thinning top-knot. There was a rotting human finger attached to the topknot by means of a rubberband, making it look like some cannibal variation of a beanie-propeller hat. It stopped just a few steps away from its prey and let out another wheezing giggle. “Where is your *wheeze* lawyer now, Mr Used Car Salesman?” Wheezed the midget, and broke into another mindless giggle. This last giggle was unexpected and startled the run-down man making him gasp audibly. And this giggle stopped as abruptly, making him tense his already contorted face, again. “You think that finally your sleaziness and douchebaggery have met their match in my *wheeze* Bru-tah-lee-tay, eh? Well, this is ironic, my good Mr Used Car Salesman…”
After saying this his voice suddenly jumped almost an octave and drastically increased in volume. He sounded almost like a conferencier at some spectacle macabre that could only be imagined by most desperate, depraved, and twisted.
“But you have not yet met your match, Mr Used Car Salesman. Not yet!”
And after announcing… nay after BELLOWING this, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. He shook the box which made a bit of a rattling noise. Box had “Strike anywhere matches” written on it…

June 20, 2011

its under your nose

Filed under: Daily Crazies,random crazies — Sol @ 12:46 am


“According to the Jewish Talmud (Niddah 30b), God sends an angel to each womb and teaches a baby “the entire Torah”. Before the baby is born, the angel touches it between the upper lip and the nose and all that was learned is forgotten; the philtrum is formed when the angel “shushes” the baby to cause it to forget its holy knowledge. Other stories say that it is an indent left by the finger of God.”

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