Here is an oh-so-funny one of my friends had with the oh-so-silly Aneesh.
Archive for September, 2005
I a m not sure exactly how it works, but this is amazingly accurate.
Read the full description before looking at the picture.
The picture below has 2 identical dolphins in it.
It was used in a case study on stress level at St. Mary’s Hospital.
Look at both dolphins jumping out of the water.
The dolphins are identical.
A closely monitored, scientific study of a group revealed that in spite of the fact
that the dolphins are identical, a person under stress would find
differences in the two dolphins.
If there are many differences found between both dolphins,
it means that the person is experiencing a great amount of stress.
Look at the photograph and if you find more than one or two differences you may want to take a vacation.
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Yeah, seeing as there’s a category 5 hurricane blasting through the Bloons’ hometown Friday night, we probably won’t be posting anymore until after the weekend at earliest. Wish us luck, send us money, and if you live in Houston, no surfing on the floaters. Shame on you.
It’s the end of the world as we know it…but I feel fiiiiiiiiiiiine….
IBloon and I were trying to think of some palindromes on our way home on Saturday. (Yeah, I know, we’re random, crazy nerds who have weird ideas, and no life, haha). Here are some coooooooooool ones to read.
P.S.
The first one is the bestest!! 
DID HANNAH SAY AS HANNAH DID??
Madam, I’m Adam
War, sir, is raw
Deified, Kayak, Radar.
Deer flee freedom in Oregon? No, Geronimo, deer feel freed.
“So, really, what are we doing out here?”
The wind ruffled their hair. The gentle crunch crunch of their boots on the old city grounds filled the air when neither of them were talking. Every now and then, a chilly blast of air–probably from a landing hold several miles away–would rush towards them, making Beyt pull his ragged cotton tunic a little closer and Loot shiver for a moment.
“You’ve only asked five times, so far, Loot. Do you even listen anymore?” Beyt grumbled in annoyance. Really, this was only the second time, and was a fair question, for Beyt’s first answer was anything but satisfying, but Beyt was a little on-edge, and Loot’s bothersome questions weren’t helping his mood.
“Screw it, man, I’m just curious. I always hate walking through these old cities. Kinda creeps me out, ya know? Like, I can imagine one of those office buildings standing right here, where hundreds of people went to work every day, content with their cell phones and Game Boys and all that shit.” Loot’s left foot slipped off of a cement block on the last word, almost causing him to fall.
“Careful, man, you don’t wanna be shipped to a medhold just for a sprained ankle. You’d just be wasting our med’s valuable time, eh?” Beyt smiled. “Besides, why are you so deep all of a sudden? Shouldn’t you be complaining about the lack of women on this tour, anyway?”
“Shit, I just hate tours. Why can’t we get put on a matchbox-sit from time to time?”
“Because you’re an awful shot and you pissed your pants last time.”
Loot turned red. “Shut the hell up. I’ve told you, man, I had been holding it for a really long time!”
“Well, you could’ve at least pissed towards the enemy. Maybe you would’ve got some of them in the eyes. Then they would’ve been as bad of a shot as you are!”
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