Hall of the Monkey King

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Karma is a shiny piece of candy behind a glass case and I'm a perpetual kid. Earlier I had frothed myself into good round of cursing over the amount of douche bags that I see on a daily basis. In fact it had worked itself into a nice little post. Let's give an example shall we? Say it was dark out and it was pouring rain....I know I know random speculation but bare with me for a moment.... now imagine one of these aforementioned asshats is on the road with you. Yeah, that's right, I'm talking about you (jersey plate PJN-37A)! The one riding my ass and flashing your high beams because the handicapped driver in front of me wasn't going fast enough for you! That's right dick bag, the one that jumped over the double yellow lines into oncoming traffic to get around us. Ahem, well, I was wishing ill of him...see...but later I realized my life has been shitty enough that I didn't need to exacerbate things and bring some karmic return on my ass. So I don't

* has nothing to do with me. though i do get some red hairs in my goatee . The benefit of being allergic to alcohol is that for most of your twenties you will be the most popular guy because you can drive everyone home from the bars. Who doesn't love that? Whenever you meet someone at a bar you have an automatic topic of conversation. "Are you serious? You're allergic to alcohol? I'd kill myself if I was allergic!" Thanks buddy, what are you saying here? If you're asian you get an additional bonus. " Where are you from? No...Originally . You know I've heard alot of asians are allergic to alcohol. Lactose intolerant too." You don't say, that would explain the awful stench in my drawers. But I've come to terms with this already. Until today, apparently being allergic to alcohol offers another benefit of not being able to get flu shots. Who knew? Not me certainly. Let's talk about some more Asian cinema. Have you seen Old Boy ?

With the increasing frequency of his DSL connection's disfunction, he was unable to focus his energies into the task at hand. It was an important task, one that needed attention. Much was riding on it. But without access to the internet nothing could be done. It was as though the gods had begun in earnest to thwart him. The weight of his daily routine weighed upon him in such a way that it had a supernatural quality to it. He became subdued, reticent. His life laquered with complacency. If only access to this ethereal world was made readily available things would be different. It's reach was beyond that of any one god and everyone knew that the gods would not work together. Crom! Ah...the gibberish bleeding from these lips. See these discordant words and hear them flower darkly in your mind. I am wretched you see. Bilking time, lifting moments from your pocket. And now I will give you a haphazard movie review. First on the docket, a little thing ca

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