Well finally, the World Cup is over. For at least another week, soccer fans will have images of broken ankles, drop-kicking forwards, and the British sucking in their minds. Spain won this year's World Cup by the way. Who'd have guessed that they would've won.
Oh wait, a psychic octopus named Paul did. Before the final match, Paul was presented with two boxes full of mussels. One had Holland's flag on it, and the other had Spain's. Depending on which box he ate from, that would be the country that would win (If he ate from both, then I guess everyone would realize that Paul is a fat ass and they'd restart). He correctly predicted a win for Spain against the Netherlands in the World Cup final on 11 July by eating the mussel in their respective box. His predictions have been 100% correct for the 2010 World Cup and 86% correct overall only incorrectly choosing twice of 14 times. Someone better get him to my house. I need to win a fucking Mega Million bad.
Now that that's out of the way, I have a question of the day. If the Creeper from Jeepers Creepers can only rise every 23 years for 23 days, then how bad would it suck to be behind him at the DMV? He has custom plates, an expired license, and he would hate the flashing of the camera (which would probably cause him to go crazy and kill everyone there). You'd be in line for probably the whole 23 days he's awake. Another thought, what if you were the person at the DMV handling all of his shit? What if he had to retake his driving test due to his age and long absence from driving? Would you look at him and say, "Fuck that shit! I'm not getting any closer to him!", or would you look at the eyeball hanging out of his mouth by optic fibers and think that it can't be that bad?
Oh wait, a psychic octopus named Paul did. Before the final match, Paul was presented with two boxes full of mussels. One had Holland's flag on it, and the other had Spain's. Depending on which box he ate from, that would be the country that would win (If he ate from both, then I guess everyone would realize that Paul is a fat ass and they'd restart). He correctly predicted a win for Spain against the Netherlands in the World Cup final on 11 July by eating the mussel in their respective box. His predictions have been 100% correct for the 2010 World Cup and 86% correct overall only incorrectly choosing twice of 14 times. Someone better get him to my house. I need to win a fucking Mega Million bad.
Now that that's out of the way, I have a question of the day. If the Creeper from Jeepers Creepers can only rise every 23 years for 23 days, then how bad would it suck to be behind him at the DMV? He has custom plates, an expired license, and he would hate the flashing of the camera (which would probably cause him to go crazy and kill everyone there). You'd be in line for probably the whole 23 days he's awake. Another thought, what if you were the person at the DMV handling all of his shit? What if he had to retake his driving test due to his age and long absence from driving? Would you look at him and say, "Fuck that shit! I'm not getting any closer to him!", or would you look at the eyeball hanging out of his mouth by optic fibers and think that it can't be that bad?

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