A review of the Third Mind exhibit at the Guggenheim Museum

It's fairly gay, but has some redeeming qualities. There a a couple of photographs of the ocean that are pretty cool. One of the girls who was working there is pretty hot. If you like dicks, there is a naked picture of Allen Ginsberg.

fmylife.com

fmylife.com is a site where people go to tell their sob story, it is probably one of the funniest websites I have ever been to, aside from Tq of course and WWTDD.com I cannot beleive some of the shit that happens to people, I mean it's just sad. If more than half of those stories are actually true some people need to really re-evaluate their lives or kill themselves, either way it would be less said than their current hole of an existence. Anyways, heres my fmylife story which fmylife.com has probably refused to post becasue I'm too awesome. It goes something like this:

I am really excited, this december i graduated with an MBA. Finding a job should be a breeze, an MBA goes a long way. After a month of frustration and no replies from employers i finally found a job. I start at Duane Reade on Monday. Fmylife.

Our First Post (kind of)

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Cheese

One time I was laying in bed and I couldn't sleep so I got up to make myself a snack. There was no fucking cheese so I was pissed off. I thought to myself "Who do I have to assfuck to get a mother fucking piece of cheese." Then I realized I was being a faggot for being so mad that there was no cheese, so I went and masturbated to a picture of David Beckham.

homage Fail

Holding it + traffic = problematic

I was humiliated on the way to work the other day. There was tons of traffic because of an accident so I couldn'tgo anywhere and I really had to drain the snail. Unfortunately I didn't have any rubber bands in my car, so puttingoff the draining for too long was not an option. I had a Snapple bottle and I held it by my wienie to see if I could possibly swing peeing in it. Judging from the volume of the bottle and the akwardness of the position necessaryto piss, it was apparent that the bottle was not an option. So I try to hold it hoping it will go away, but it doesn't. At this point I am on a bridge with a divider on my right and cars on another road to the right of that..... wide open. I say to myself well at least your wiener is pretty small so not many people will see it.

There is no more delaying, so I pull off to the side next to the divider. To my chagrin the divider gives little orno shelter from the cars on the other road, while my car shelters me from the other cars. I realize I am out of optionsand do the only thing I can. I kneel down (to conceal my peeper behind the barrier) between my car and the barrier and let it flow.

It seems like ten minutes pass, and I know people are watching.

Pissing on my knees wouldn't have been so bad if my thighs were longer because then I wouldn't have splashed peeall over myself, and my boss wouldn't have been like hey what's that smell and then I wouldn't have had to sayI don't know, I smelled something funny when I came in here.