Musing: The Red Wine Freud Da Game

image credit: arpla
Tuesday night I cut my foot. Usually, when I drink with my roommates I keep the glassware downstairs and the conversation confined to the kitchen. Not this time. After the "party" had dispersed I took a tumbler of red wine to my room and no sooner had I sat down to talk to my friend Patrick on the phone had I knocked over the damn tumbler and kablam!  shards of glass everywhere. Not one to do manual labor after the sun goes down, I merely plopped myself on the bed and told Patrick good night.


Far East Movement Like a G6 (with MS Paint)

Like a G6 Literal Interpretation:

There is something about the silly lyrics of dance floor hip hop that just makes me go Ha Ha.

How many literal interpretations did you notice?
credits: LiteralMSPaint


Interactive Winnie the Pooh

 What we wish our Kindle could do . . .
Here's what I call an interactive book