tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41586652969290532242024-02-20T13:40:56.812-08:00AuralgasmWelcome to Auralgasm, your one stop shop for comedy podcasts!leefamoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07771661476880477811noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158665296929053224.post-63182683783027539032010-09-02T20:10:00.001-07:002010-09-03T17:55:12.663-07:00No Dancing For Nancy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/centreblog/zombie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/centreblog/zombie.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Bury your, bury your, bury your dead<br />
And let them, let them, let them rest<br />
Or dig up, dig up their bones<br />
And let them, let them live again<br />
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Everybody scream and shout<br />
To the sound of this club burning down<br />
"I was lost, but now I'm found"<br />
Jesus, take this dagger out<br />
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Rise up and shout the name<br />
Of the mourning child you wish to save<br />
These walls cannot bare the truth<br />
These walls were not made for youleefamoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07771661476880477811noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158665296929053224.post-42886160161728280742010-09-02T16:09:00.000-07:002010-09-03T17:53:58.965-07:00Field of Screams.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://peculiarvelocity.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/zombie_front_image.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://peculiarvelocity.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/zombie_front_image.gif" width="191" /></a></div>It was a late night. A dark night. It started with an idea. The idea of a genius. IT CAME FROM MY BRAIN. We loaded up into about 15 cars. Drove till we found the perfect field. A field of screams, if you will. No lights, no signs of civilization for miles. Just us and the soft cries of the moonlight bleeding into the unforgiving endless darkness that was this field. We formed a giant circle with all the cars in the center of this field. All the headlights on bright facing the center of of our mechanical pit of dispair. One by one we crept out of our cars and walked towards the middle. Nearly blinded by all the headlights. Then it came. It was faint at first, then became louder and louder til the sound of breakbeats and electrosynths flooded our ears. Then it hit us. Only a few people at first. Then in what seemed like a blink of an eye. There we were, in the center of the circle. Dancing our hearts out. Then I came.leefamoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07771661476880477811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158665296929053224.post-71832626288521990762010-08-29T19:54:00.000-07:002010-09-03T17:52:32.152-07:00Scurvy :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.piratemerch.com/images/Deadman_Pirate_flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.piratemerch.com/images/Deadman_Pirate_flag.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
Scurvy bastards, father ditched<br />
We'll steal your gold and do as we wish<br />
Lower the mast and throw the anchor<br />
We're going in for the kill, save the girls for later<br />
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We're pirates, it's what we do<br />
We can't help that we're not like you<br />
So shut up, suck up, or you'll walk the plank<br />
The world is ours to take<br />
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We'll burn the bridge down to the ground<br />
They'll have no chance to make a sound<br />
They can run but they can't hide<br />
On this island I'll reside<br />
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<b>Comments?</b>leefamoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07771661476880477811noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158665296929053224.post-57522585864338273132007-09-02T21:58:00.000-07:002010-09-03T17:51:25.734-07:00Like Bringing a Knife to a Gunfight.<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.livescience.com/images/070302_viking_ship_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i.livescience.com/images/070302_viking_ship_02.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">AN IN DEPTH STUDY BY L** ****Y AND J***** ****E<br />
After much debating the following has been concluded.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">I. Ninjas kill Vikings:</span><br />
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The Ninjas advantage over the Viking is clearly his speed. The Vikings would be lucky to even lay a finger on a Ninja. If the battle lasts for any length of time the Vikings would become worn out and frustrated.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"> II. Vikings kill Pirates:</span><br />
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Vikings have a clear advantage with their catapults in which they heave giant balls of fire at the Pirate ships. Causing them to sink. Leaving the Pirates at a major disadvantage. And Vikings, having an unmatched pain threshold, wouldn't be slowed down in the slightest bit by the Pirate's bullets. And it's common knowledge that all Viking ships appear spontaneously out of fog, resulting in the pirates being caught off guard.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">III. Pirates kill Samurai:</span><br />
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While the Samurai could easily take out a pirate in close combat, the Pirates have guns, in which they can easily kill the Samurai from afar.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">IV. Samurai kill Ninjas:</span><br />
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Ninjas only have one weakness, the Samurai. The Samurai, all being well trained warriors, are the best by far in close quarter combat. Since they are always prepared for battle, the Ninjas lose their stealth advantage.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><u>References:</u></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Mulan (1998)<br />
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The Last Samurai (2003)<br />
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Pirates of the Carribean (2003)</span>leefamoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07771661476880477811noreply@blogger.com3