Fortune Cookie

The fortune cookie read:

The things that you hate will have to wait,
for the things that you fear are already here.

Lucky Numbers 0 0 0 0 0 0

Standing Cat

Here's something while we have the cat theme going. Thanks Mike T.

Clint Malarchuck

In light of the NHL playoffs, here's a video that Ian sent me a long time ago.

JCVD

Thanks to James for this amazing moment in cinema history.



... and thanks to Zac for this one.

Max 2.1

“Five more shots of Tequila,” the waitress confirmed as she started setting them down in front of us. The last one she placed in front of an empty chair where two more shots already stood. “Your friend’s going to have his work cut out for him.”

We all laughed. “You know he is!” Janette yelled.

Ryan raised his glass. “To Max!” We followed suit, took the shots, and after a good amount of coughing and complaining finally settled down.

“So where the fuck is Max, anyway?” Janette asked.

The rest of us exchanged looks of ignorance until Ryan finally offered to call him. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said.

“Hey!” Sarah called after him, “Tell him I’m going to kick his butt.”

“That’ll make him want to come,” I laughed.

Sarah laughed, too. “He don’t want to know what’s going to happen to him if he doesn’t come out.”

The next ten or so minutes passed in such wildly entertaining, and possibly slightly drunken conversation that no one immediately noticed when Ryan returned. Sarah was the first to realize this. “Hey,” she said, “Did you get a hold of that dick?”

Ryan took a long draught from his lager. “I don’t know.”

“What the hell do you mean you don’t know,” Sarah said in a voice much louder than necessary, looking around to observe our amused faces.

“I guess he wasn’t there,” Ryan said.

“Come on,” I added. “He’s either there or he isn’t.”

“Well,” Ryan explained, “I called a few times, and each time the line picked up I heard this—I don’t know—Like moaning or groaning or something.”

Janette laughed. “Max is Get. Ting. Laid!”

Ryan shook his head. “No, it was more like—how to explain… Think Frankenstein.”

“Kinky!” My comment bred further laughter from the group.

“No,” Ryan said again, apparently finding no humor in our shenanigans. “Like this dull humming thing. I mean, like, I don’t know. Maybe someone should go check on him.”

“I ain’t driving nowhere!” Sarah cried, “You hear me, sister?” Janette heard her, and signified her understanding with an enthusiastic high-five.

The night wore on, and just after the fifth shot had been delivered Max finally made his appearance.

The Police - Roxanne

That's right!

Breakdance!

This is awesome. Notice at the end when he does pushups with his feet off the ground. (According to Emily these are called planges).