Sunday, October 5, 2008

I love this song!!! It's my JAM!

Well, this is my tribute to the past posts in this blog. I have just gone through and read EVERY POST ever on this blog. And no, I don't have a life. Go ahead and read through the best ones (the ones I picked out). Keep in mind, sometimes a post isn't funny just because of what was written, but the response to what was written. These are in order based on date, and no, none of these were picked from after July, because we have failed since then in my opinion.


http://wisecrackexpress.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-wrong-with-world.htm -Still love this post a lot!

http://wisecrackexpress.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventures-of-dave-reaper-part-2-sing.html -much better then the original DTR

http://wisecrackexpress.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-problem.html -Amazing. pure and simple.

http://wisecrackexpress.blogspot.com/2008/07/haikus-cannibal-style.html -This was written while I was at Bishops house, and it's funny.

http://wisecrackexpress.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-once-was-pirate-named-spunky.html -A work of literary genius. The cuss words and use of disgustingness are insightful to us all.

https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119935007412193634&postID=6055070424338176334 -We never really knew about Bishops love affair until this post. True knowledge can hurt.

http://wisecrackexpress.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-guys-im-employed.html -This isn't funny at first sight, but then remember that James was never actually employed. He was fired before he even started working!!! What a gay.

14 comments:

Cap'n_Jack said...

I'm actually considering emailing that to the school newspaper and request that they put in in there. How do you think that will go? Why? Use examples to support your thesis.

Cap'n_Jack said...

Oh, and should I try a desperate ploy to get Hannah back? I usually would say fuck it, but apparently I have a shot. And if you say something cliche and sweet, I will disembowel you with several pounds of raw haddock. Don't ask how, it's not pleasant. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

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chickenboy said...

Don't. Hows this for cliche: Your too good for her, shes not worth it, Tony hates her with an extreme passion. Oh, that's not part of the cliches, it's just true.

On a more serious note, you could get any Asian you wanted, pick someone new.

Cap'n_Jack said...

What, any asian? I DO NOT HAVE AN ASIAN FETISH!! Probably. We'll see if I follow your brilliant advice.

Cap'n_Jack said...

And by the way, FUCK...etc.

Liberal Atheist said...

If you don't try to get Hannah back, then nerd romance is dead.

Think of the nerds.

Cap'n_Jack said...

You have a point my white, friend, you do have a point. Plus, I have the perfect song for it.

chickenboy said...

Resist the urge!! Jack, nerd romance prospers more if you get a NEW girlfriend. James is NEVER right. NEVER. And he is ALWAYS wrong. Always. If you listen to him you are JUST AS WRONG!

livetrapper13 said...

so if james is always wrong then who is always right?...... perhaps rush limbalh (rush, if i spelled you name wrong then please forgive me and do not make me into the center of your liberal jokes)

chickenboy said...

That would be Jesus. No Spanish accents included. Or maybe it is with the accents, and I am talking about James' alter ego. Hard to tell for sure, aye?

Bishopk said...

Hey, Jack, if you're not dating anyone right now...

livetrapper13 said...

you'r mine bish! i asked you first!!

Cap'n_Jack said...

Bishop, why would I ever go out with you; you're not even asian. I mean....uh...because you're a dude. Yeah. Totally. I do not have an asian fetish. (insert fuck here)

Vampi. said...

-gives Jack an asian for christmas-

Yeah you know you giggled.