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Being helpful, my daughter made a flux capacitor: http://twitpic.com/us0v |
Blatantly lying to my son regarding how to grow beards, time travel, and hoverboards. |
@gedeon I was just saying that recently. Have you checked out YDKJ.com? |
@mattshedlick WON'T GO! WON'T GO! WON'T GO! (Tell him to sit!) |
Whoa, suddenly I lost about 70 followers. I hope they were all horrible spammers. Or at least evangelical christians offended by my atheism. |
Tom Jones Beer Bash (an experiment) |
It sounds like someone is trying to power wash the house with a pine tree. |
Last time the landlord came over, he trimmed all sorts of branches except the one that is now scraping against our bedroom wall in the wind. |
@alexlindsay you don't really want that, do you? Then where would be the Premiere Pro pressure for Final Cut to upgrade? ;-) |
@jonathancoulton is that dog poop on my shoes? |
@fredwilson ohhhh, "panetone." I seriously thought you said "Pantone," like color charts and such. #creativehearing |
@brentsimmons if only there were a movie with gunfire and yelling that were also Xmas-themed... Oh yeah! Die Hard! |
Okey-dokey. I am officially Up Too Late® (*batteries not included). Night, all. |
@cbarrett Those are not parachute pants. Those are balloon pants. (Hoho-ho-ho-hoho-ho-ho) |
Also a fave, the craziest pairing I'd ever imagine for "Baby, It's Cold Outside" - Leon Redbone and Zooey Deschanel: http://tr.im/2hsz |
@kaydub Heh, nite-nite! |
…especially (Everybody's Waitin' For) The Man with the Bag. |
Brian Setzer Orchestra: "Christmas Rocks" best-of album for $2.99 - Amazon deal of the day: http://tr.im/2hst I unabashedly love the BSO. |
@kaydub Rip Taylor is creepy, with the big mustache and the confetti. That's how I remember. |
Confession: I always thought Herb Tarlek was played by Fred Willard, until I realized, dun, pshaw, as if, loser. |
