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Happy Birthday Chelsey!

Kent — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 10:17:24 +0000

Happy birthday Chelsey!

In honor of her birthday, everybody go check out Sunshine & Lollipops for some feel goodness.

Kent Broke His Leg Again

mrunstoppable — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 03:56:17 +0000

Long live Kent.

The good news is that this will probably be the last time he breaks a leg in 2008. (God willing).

Saints Done

mrunstoppable — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 17:58:30 +0000

Long live the Saints.

Kent — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 21:55:21 +0000

Fuck You, George W. Bush

mrunstoppable — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:51:44 +0000

While I am happy that Obama won tonight. I am mostly just happy that we have someone else to call president. Bush, I hate hate hate what you have done to this country. I am so happy to see you go. You inherited coutnry that was in a lot of pain, and you made that pain ten-fold. From Iraq to Katrina to our current shit-hole economy, you have done nothing but fuck things up. Again, I am so happy to see you go. You were so bad that you took an otherwise honerable man, and ruined his campaign. The worst thing anyone could say about McCain was that he was too similar to you. So goodbye, asshole. You ruined your own party, you ruined the office, and you almost ruined the country. I sure hope Obama can bring this country together and effectively lead us to brighter pastures, but I have no doubts he will do a better job than you. I have no doubt McCain would have done a better job than you. When history weighs in on your presidency, I hope it sees you for the supreme jackass that you are.

Worst President Ever.

Today’s Election Day!

Kent — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 17:24:19 +0000

This picture was taken on August 29, 2005:

It is a perfect example of why I didn’t vote for the guy on the left.

Where were you on August 29, 2005?

Thanks to Humid City for pointing out the picture, on today, this day of days.

Kosterpeldings Lose a Friend

mrunstoppable — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 14:03:49 +0000

Last night, I went downstairs to feed the birds, and found that Louise had somehow died.

Louise was a good bird. She never quite had the spunk of Harry, but she was steadying force in our bird cage. She was a good bird. She didn’t want to die, and we didn’t want her to go.

Truth be told, Chelsey and I grew to really hate those birds. They were loud and messy, and loud some more. But now that we have lost one of them, I feel horrible. I feel horrible because something I was supposed to take care of has died. And I feel horrible because I know how lonely Harry is going to be now.

If love means never having to say you are sorry, then pet ownership should mean never having to bury your bird in the middle of the night behind your garage.

Saints Kickerless!!!

mrunstoppable — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 12:44:09 +0000

Kent - I would think this is paradise for you.

Saints cut kickers

But what will you bitch about now?

Happy Birthday Brent

Kent — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 05:56:25 +0000

Deuce, Will Smith, and Charles Grant have let you down, but I hope you have a happy birthday.

OK Here’s What You Do

Kent — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 13:18:45 +0000

Get up and drive your wife to the airport.

Come home, take a shower, throw in some laundry.

Start up the Roomba on the dining room. Start it up!

Get out some brie. Brie cheese!

Cut it in some slices and put it on some wheat bread. Get your ham out of the fridge.

Put some of that ham on some bread. Put that piece right next to the piece with the cheese on it.

Now you’ve got to move the cheese over to the ham side, because you’ve got to get some mustard under it.

Get out the creole mustard. Creole mustard.

Spread that mustard on the bread that used to have the cheese on it. Then PUT THE CHEESE RIGHT BACK WHERE IT WAS BEFORE. That is the key right there.

Now you toast both slices of bread.

Watch out, your toaster toasts the holy hell out of whatever you put in there, and it’s starting to burn your bread a little. TAKE IT OUT NOW.

Put both slices of bread together so that the ham meets the cheese. Hello cheese! Hello ham!

Press them together.

The cheese drips out the side of the sandwich. THIS MEANS YOU HAVE DONE IT RIGHT.

Look at the cat, he’s bugging out at the Roomba.

Move the Roomba right into the living room and have it do it’s thing.

Take your sandwich into the office for some early morning internet reading.

WHAT THE HELL YOU CAN’T EAT WITH THAT BIG ASS RIGHT THERE.

Make a post while enjoying your delicious sandwich. IT’S DELICIOUS.