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I am White Trash Man, starting at 0:11. I can't believe they bleeped me out. That F-bomb was dynamite.

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I really don't have anything to say, really-- it's just me getting pushed down some stairs. Thumbs up!

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~ bounding through rain, grass, by gravestones, frowning black suits; unburdened by pants ~

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Aries (March 21-April 19): You will find that your fishtank is in need of attention. I suggest taking a look at the pump first. Taurus (April 20-May 20): You will meet a mysterious stranger this week, and then he will steal your car at gunpoint. You might want to try a different route to work on Monday. Gemini (May 21-June 21): Your girlfriend is seeing someone behind your back. It's that

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For anyone just tuning in: Arctic Circle Jerks Arctic Circle Jerks part 2: Circle Harder Arctic Circle Jerks part 3: Jerks with a Vengeance When we last left off, Chris's engine was having water trouble, and our heroes had devised a daring plan involving a plastic bottle and some zip-ties to keep the bike running. Will it work? Yep. Will our heroes get eaten by bears? Nope. The

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For those just joining us: Arctic Circle Jerks: Part 1 Arctic Circle Jerks: Part 2: Graffiti, Firewater, and Gravel So we woke up in Fairbanks and took our time with breakfast (peanut butter and Pop-Tarts, Breakfast of [Poor] Champions), because I'd allotted an entire day to get to the Circle, only 200 miles away. While we were in fairbanks, some guy in a truck next to us at a light started

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Arctic Circle Jerks: Part 1, for those just joining us. So anyway, we looked around for something to siphon gas from or whatever, and then made elaborate plans to put all of Chris's gas in my tank so I could make it to a side road 30 miles up that led to a station 20 miles off the main road, and then bring back my full tank plus all 3 ItzaGasCans full so we could both make it to the next

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So I'm a motorcycle addict, and I've watched Long Way Round way too many times, so when the film industry went on hiatus this year I decided that I was going to do something retarded and epic on my motorbike. It was time to ride (Dun dun dun!) to the Arctic Circle. My mom got wind of this, and convinced my best friend Chris to go with me. Had to twist his arm a bunch, I bet. Because I'm a

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Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was watching a Nick Cage Movie, not trying to test my mental pain tolerance. Seriously, I want to cry. I will never get those 2 hours of my life back. I feel cheated out of time that would have otherwise been wasted anyway. First of all, this movie was loaded chock full of stuff that I like. I like motorcycles. I like comic book/superhero movies as a general rule,

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It amazes me how some people really manage to get their panties in a bunch over silly things sometimes, like whether or not guys leave the seat up after peeing. I've heard ladies put forth the argument that if they come into the bathroom and a man has left the seat up, the lady might end up accidentally sitting in cold water if she didn't check to see where the seat was, but I have little

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I came across this list of Zodiac lovers' profiles on a website that I will not refer to by name, but I will say that it occasionally makes me despair for the future of humanity and it rhymes with thighspace. It claims to be from a book written 35 years ago by an astrologist predictionist who had the foresight to threaten me with bad luck if I fail to repost it, so here it is, followed by my

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No, I don't normally hang out in a nazi SS uniform, but that's life in the film industry. Fake nazis

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Q: How many kids with A.D.D does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: Hey, wanna go ride bikes? I wasn't any kind of serious case, but I was diagnosed with the ol' ADD when I was a wee bastard, brainwave charts and everything. Now that I'm an adult (I guess), it's not really detrimental, but its effects are occasionally hilarious. When I got up this morning, I had intended to finish watching

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Man, there sure is a lot of crap to jump off of in the mountains. These were taken this week, during a family reunion of sorts in Mammoth Lakes, California. Many thanks to Eric Barone and his Digital Rebel, from which came most of the good pictures this time, and as usual, you may click for the much larger uncropped versions. Note the snowballs already airborne and heading for me

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So it turns out that I like to jump off things. This should not be surprising to anyone who knows me well, or has worked with me in stunts, or has ever been around me while there are nearby objects that can reasonably be jumped off of. I don't believe I've ever gone down an entire set of stairs without jumping over the last 4 or 5 of them, unless I was sliding down the railing (which, now that

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Well, I just got back from seeing 3 Fast 3 Furious 3 Tokyo 3 Drift, and I was pleasantly surprised that it didn't suck nearly at all. I remember reading through the daily scripts when I was on set, thinking that some of the dialogue was just awful, the same caliber as most of Anakin Skywalker's lines in Star Wars Ep. 2 and 3, and I guess the editors agreed with me because they cut out most of

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You know those stories about the strangeness that sometimes happens after a long night of excessive drinking, where you wake up in strange places missing articles of clothing? I just sort of had one of those. Except in reverse. It was a long and sober night. At about 11 pm, Ben and I were on a mission to find a particular Woody Allen movie and it just wasn't happening. We had to avoid the

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Some time ago, a friend told me about a new reality show involving a sort of long-distance scavenger hunt; sort of an Amazing Race kind of thing, only with motorcyclists. The show's grand prize was to be a "highly customized Harley-Davidson", which was a bummer, but I could always sell it and buy 5 or 6 other bikes that I'd actually ride. And they were looking for applicants. I filled out

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...by the Abominable Showmen:

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There's a Japanese fellow named Wu, Who had puberty strike at age two; It is said of his meat, were each inch made a beat, and then written down, he'd have haiku. Note: Yes, it's a dirty limerick. it's said that there are three kinds of limericks: the limericks that you can recite in the presence of women and clergy, the limericks that you can recite in the presence of clergy but not women,

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   weary of the sun chest rising, falling slowly    under orange trees

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So I'm a motorcycle addict, and I've watched Long Way Round way too many times, so when the film industry went on hiatus this year I decided that I was going to do something retarded and epic on my motorbike. It was time to ride (Dun dun dun!) to the Arctic Circle. My mom got wind of this, and convinced my best friend Chris to go with me. Had to twist his arm a bunch, I bet. Because I'm a

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   the chocolate log emerges, greeting the day;    a dark brown sunrise. note: first published in the stalls of the Icicle Fisheries men's room in Seward, Alaska.

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dark chamber waiting pin release, a strike, a spark cleansing fire, ignite

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Without the dance pad, it's not Dance Dance Revolution, it's Listen To Shitty Korean Dance Music And Get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome Revolution. And really, all the pad adds is the ability to look like a spaz. Go at it, superstar.

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