3 Friends who loved golf were on the golf course having a good time. A storm came in and struck all 3 down with lightning killing them.
In the afterlife all 3 found themselves on a prestine golf course loaded with ducks. A booming voice announced to them “Your reward for having lived such good lives is that you shall know heaven as being this golf course, the only rule here is that THALL SHALL NOT STEP ON THE DUCKS!”
One of the friends asked “why not”?
DO NOT QUESTION ME! - and suddenly God was gone.
A hundred years pass and the friends have a great time playing golf, but inevitably one accidently steps on a duck. God Swoops down from the heavens with a hidiously ugly woman who he chains to the man and says “This is how you will spend the rest of eternity”. And than they are gone.
The two remaining friends look at each other and say “Shit, DON’T STEP ON THE DUCKS!”
Being extra careful they play golf for a 1000 years, but unfortunately one of them does step on a duck. God swoops down and grabs him up and chains him to a woman x1000 times worse than the first and says to him “this is how you will spend the rest of eternity!”
The last guy is paranoid as hell not to step on a duck. 10,000 years go by and he NEVER steps on a duck. Still, God comes down and swoops him up. But this time he chains him to the most drop dead, cum in your pants, hot girl you have ever seen - and than flies away.
Dumbfounded the guy tells the girl 'Wow, I don’t know what I did to deserve this".
She responds “I don’t know about you, but I stepped on a duck”.
Nice. Been a while since I saw it. Definitely a young boys’ film.
Now all I need is an axe….
I have bought Maddy a bow an arrow for her 5th birthday in July. A decent one. She seems interested and they have archery clubs in Hereford, if she wants to progress. Her eyesight is good(like her mother’s). I am blind and have no hand and eye coordination.
Probably best to stand well back while I am swinging an axe, as you said!
Got off the phone with their manager (well, manager of tech support - phone help) and he said I should have gotten a slip of paper telling me that the very first thing they do to all computers is format the harddrive and reset it to factory default settings.
So yes, HP has a bunch of uneducated monkeys running their tech support department. If the format and reload does not work to solve the problem, the monkey is trained to bring the computer to a CompTIA certified computer repair technician, if they cannot fix the problem, it goes to a REAL computer technician!
That may be my problem, I think that SNL really, REALLY sucks compared to how they were in the 1980s, maybe the early 1990s as well.
Team America kinda sucked, IMHO.
First of all Team America did not suck.
In my, most humble and amiable opinion, it did. That sex scene was WAY too long. Some of it was funny, but it is not something I would classify as a work of art or something I would tell anyone had any intrinsic value. But as I said, that’s my, most humble, opinion on the matter. You are free to enjoy it all you want. :lol:
Second, you should take the H out of IMHO cuz there is never anything humble about your opinions.
As always, I am but your humble and obedient servant. However, I do believe that all of my opinions are humble and contrite and only given in the best interests of all mankind. If I were to keep my, humble, opinion to myself, how could I help the wee little children? Oh won’t anyone PLEASE think about the children!!! They need my voice added to the cacophony of ideas they are subjected too in this tumultuous world!
Finally, ''W", though I have not seen it yet, is just a movie. And Bush himself is becoming a back drop aka old news… thank Judas.
I would like to, please, ask you to refrain from discussing President George W. Bush. We are ONLY referring to the quality of the cinematic experience that is the movie “W” by Mr. Oliver Stone - may his ancestors rest in peace.
I have never had a taste for Oliver Stone movies.
me too. like 95% of them are the same idea transposed no matter how unlikely it fits to reality. Its like that Moore fellow…same thing but i little less as ridiculous, but still far out.
You know, I never really paid much attention to who the director/producer was to a movie until Clint Eastwood started making movies left and right.
That said, I felt this particular movie (the writing, the producing, the camera shots and some of the acting) was so particularly bad, and the advertising for the movie so religiously harped on who directed and produced it, that I had to attribute this disaster of a film to Mr. Oliver Stone.