Achmed the Dead Terrorist is one of comedian Jeff Dunham's ventriloquist acts. Achmed doesn't even know he's dead. Worst of all, he's kind of lovable in his own twisted kind of way. Check out the clips below!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jA_ABcohuZ8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFDPR6hzUwI
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Silence....I Keeeel Yooou!
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Vikings...Dude They Knew How to Party!
What up homies?
Been a crazy week. Lots of things going on and a ton of stress all the way around (who doesn't stress these days). Economic concerns have quite a few people on edge for sure! Although we are lucky to live in modern times with all our technology and conveniences, part of me thinks back to my forefathers of old who lived differently.
A good portion of my ancestry ties back to Norsemen through Danes and Normans. They were tough, grizzled survivors who lived during tough times, but they also knew how to adapt. Better yet, they knew how to party!!!
Norsemen who went "a-viking" (raiding) got to do crap I would never get away with. Today if you are downsized you are expected to suck it up and "just deal with it." If a Norseman had a bad year on the farm, he and his buddies could hop in a boat, take a 3-day "roadtrip" across the North Sea, and steal whatever the hell they wanted. Some Danes even traded with cities before they raided them. That way they made a profit and then capitalized on their investment. They could even find wives this way! It was like the ultimate Vegas roadtrip! Do you think I could do that? Yeah...right. The whole "Judeo-Christian" ethics thing gets in the way every time.
They partied and drank mead all night. I surf the web and drink rootbeer all night. They went raiding across the sea, and I just need to pee. Need I say more....They're probably rolling around in their graves just watching me now.
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
Beware The Power of The Dork Side
Not Long Ago, In a Galaxy Not So Far Away.....
My sister took me to see Star Wars Attack of the Clones (Summer 2002). We waited in line quite awhile, and I couldn't help but notice the college students dancing around and having lightsaber battles in the foyer of the theater. One of my sister's friends asked me who they were. I replied: "They are those who have fallen to the Dork Side of the Force."
I write this post as a warning to all. What could make some mother's child fall to the Dork Side? The Dork Side is subtle. It corrupts all it touches. The Dork Side takes cool thirty-somethings and twists them into something unrecognizable. First symptoms may include a lack of physical activity, fewer social activities, a lack of interest in activities once enjoyed, and general withdrawl from family and friends. If you recognize these symptoms in your sci-fi fan, seek help immediately before it is too late: If any of the below symptoms apply, your loved one's fall to the Dork Side is complete, and forever it will dominate their destiny....
1. A strong desire to return home to live in his mother's basement, turning it into a Jedi/SithTemple or some other imaginary setting.
2. A need to be seen in public wearing geeky sci-fi costumes instead of professional or street clothing (This isn't funny, as two guys dressed as Klingons were mugged in LA back in 1993. "Kaplah!").
3. She begins to seek out others of her own kind (conventions, comic book signings).
4. In his DVD collection he owns evey single episode of Babylon 5, Battlestar Gallactica, Stargate SG-1, and Star Trek. He misses deadlines and important events due to his fascination with these programs.
5. No sex life exists in any way, shape, or form unless you dress like a droid.
The following video shows what the Dork Side did to Tom Cruise:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4jo6KkFfIc
Always beware the Dork Side. It can and will corrupt anyone (Even if you're a 300-pound linebacker who has never eaten quiche, attended an opera, liked showtunes, or been to a Celine Dion concert). May the Force be with you. Always...
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