by Smitty (h/t Digg)
The video will not entomb in our page, but you can see it here.
As technology improves, I foresee more of this sort of thing. While the sheer voyeurism of catching others trading hormones excites me not (boring monogamist that I am) I had thought of getting on the Beltway with someone riding webcam, and taking clips of other clown-tards who really hate safety, their driver’s licenses, and perhaps life itself.
While Big Brother with a whole bunch of fixed cameras is an Orwellian nightmare, Little Brother and that YouTube sensation might be just the feedback loop that will help Hot Rod McSmith make better decisions.
That man is going to get shot, one of these days.
That man is going to get shot, one of these days.
Smitty: Your whole “sex in the graveyard” thing reminded me of a joke:
Two guys are talking and one of them says: “I think my wife is dead”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, the sex is the same, but the dishes are starting to pile up in the sink!” (rim shot!)
Smitty: Your whole “sex in the graveyard” thing reminded me of a joke:
Two guys are talking and one of them says: “I think my wife is dead”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, the sex is the same, but the dishes are starting to pile up in the sink!” (rim shot!)