Dr_Flash_Amazing

Rad! Stuff for killing people! That's the awesomest; when a controlled explosion propels a little piece of lead at the speed of sound and it tears human flesh apart, ripping human life away therewith. Just fantastic stuff. Dear Santa, More death, guns, killing, and fear for Christmas, please. Thx, DFA

the moral of the story is don't use your better judgement 'cause what good is an evening if you can even remember just hoooowwww it was ... totally fucked!

Ah, yes, Dr. Flash Amazing's original thesis on the matter.

Lots of people wear gloves whilst belaying, often thick leather gloves, and they seem to do a fine job of catching whippers. Most folks do it so their hands don't get dirty, which is a pretty wank-o-riffic reason, but whatever suits a person.

Interesting read on the missile defense gig: http://slate.msn.com/?id=2075605

Good call, Trask! Han Solo had an inferiority complex, and Luke Skywalker was gay!

State officials talk of freedom THEY-TALK In this country that we live in THEY-TALK Free to be harassed and be beaten by the pigs YOUR RIGHTS-NO RIGHTS Till your fucking broken, crippled, or until you're fucking dead They pass laws unfair to gays THEIR-WORK And separatist laws to keep the non-whites in their place THEIR-WORK Family values as a smoke screen blowing in your face THEIR TRUTH-NO TRUTH Family values isn't something that should be based on hate based on hate Justice presides over them, late into the night A blind fold covering their eyes but something isn't right... Under their arms there are shackles on her legs And the hands that once held up her scales are bound, are bound in chains And behind their closed doors they conspire through the night MORE WORK-SICK WORK And they won't stop until this nation is all straight and all white They call it a free nation, but all it is, is a nazi nation

Trask, why don't you drink more piss so the urinals don't get dirty?

Go a , you lousy . You must be fucking .

Huh? DFA only watches one hour of television per week, which includes The Simpsons and King of the Hill. That fucking box will rot your mind right out, tell you what.

Damn, Trask, you're not too bad at the cut-and-paste gig. Nice work, scout.

What, you're not going to give the Freemasons any credit, you ingrate? They'll sacrifice you to Baal or whoever if you don't clean up your act!

Bwa ha ha haa! Up the hammer and sickle! Forward the working class! Smash the bourgeoisie oligarchy! Eat borscht and die, capitalist dogs!

See? Antarctica is obviously an out-of-control disease vector and a major threat to national security! We must bomb it into oblivion at once! Scramble the stealth bombers!

We're doomed. http://www.msnbc.com/news/848354.asp

Hmm ... well, knowing that kind of puts a damper on your day, doesn't it? Can't we all just get along?

Hey, who said anything about being against Mr. Aldrin? DFA was just pointing out that the guy wears pleather chaps to bars and enjoys a good tea-bagging, is all. Nothing wrong with that, of course.

The Two Towers is out tomorrow! Anyone else stoked on this? It's gonna be a non-stop romp-a-thon! A high-energy hobbit-o-rama! Word!

Sure, Captain Maple Leaf; you're not paying for happy face crater pictures! Enjoy the fruits of American taxpayer dollars, you piggybacking ... uh ... piggybacker!

Iain, it's becoming increasingly clear, to this Doctor, at least, that NASA is ... GAY. Buzz Aldrin, too.

Hey, DFA is in the arguing mood, too, you son of a yak-herding circus monkey! And anyway, if Dr. Flash Amazing leaves you alone, you'll have precious fewer things to argue about, so get your sorry ass back on the Trouble Wagon!

Shit, man, we could make do with snaps (preferably the pearl ones like on cowboy shirts), vacuum tubes, corded rotary phones and cable TV. Hold up there, buster. DFA just remembered that some dude invented Velcro after looking at the burrs stuck to his hunting pants after a day in the woods. NASA didn't invent that shit. And what did they have to do with cell phones, Mayor McCheese?

Heh heh. Jus' playing wit' you, mon! Natty dread nah die!

And look at how much money gets pissed away on the space program! And for what? Super quintuple sattelite weather forecasts that can't tell you for sure if it's going to rain past tomorrow? An American flag on the moon? Pictures of Uranus (had to say it)? This missile defense gig is of even less use! What happened to new tactics for a new kind of threat, to paraphrase Bush's post 9/11 rhetoric? Made a nice sound bite, but the philosophy obviously didn't run too deep, as we're back to missiles. What a crock of poops.

Aswad, eh? Wouldn't have pegged you for the dancehall reggae enthusiast, mon, but whatever. Praise Jah, and bus' dem bomba-clot batty boi witta foahty-five, mon, yes I.