Ok, so apparently Ruppy's wang is getting worn out from all the jerking off to the boob pictures. So here is my upcake.

This past weekend I saw the movie "The Hills Have Eyes". This movie had only one redeeming quality: it was so corny that the hilarious jokes just spewed forth from my mouth.

So much blood. So many mutants. It's ripe for parody. But still not worth the ticket price.

20th Century Fox is doing a remake of the 1976 classic, "The Omen". I'm relatively excited about this movie, considering the original is one of my favorite horror movies of all time. I'm anxious to see what they do with it.

I'm also excited to see "The DaVinci Code" when it comes out in May. The book is absolutely wonderful. If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you go out and do just that.

And that's all she wrote.

Dance, dance, dance.

Happy Mardi Gras! Get some beads! Eat those delicious donuts! Get ready for Lent! And for those of you who aren't Catholic, get ready for tomorrow! Or something.

So I was down at the dining hall, listening to this awesome Beatles cover band called the Beagles, when suddenly someone shouted "DANCE CONTEST!" And myself, being a prestigious random dancer, had to compete. I twisted with the best of them to the song "Twist and Shout". And who won, do you ask? Oh but of course I did! And I got Mardi Gras beads. I was hoping for money, but apparently nobody wanted to give me any. I guess in the future if I want money for my dance skills, I'll have to become a stripper. Like Melvin.

This is one of the many fun images you get when you enter "Melvin" into Google.com/images.

So there you go. That's Melvin.

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. Lent is the period of fasting and abstaining prior to the celebration of Easter. Every Friday, us Catholics joyfully give up our meats and eat only cheese pizza and fish sticks. This is a picture of what happens on Ash Wednesday.

And this is a picture of a movie called "Ash Wednesday", starring Edward Burns and Elijah Wood.

I have never seen this movie, but I'll tell you right now it looks rather lame. It's no "The Wicker Man" if you ask me. This is the movie poster from "The Wicker Man", a film from the epic year 1973.

And this is a serious of pictures taken from the legendary "Random Naked Singing Lady Butt Slapping Dance" scene.

Why was this movie not more popular, you ask? What with all the naked butt slapping? I don't know the answer to that question. But everyone should watch it. Or something.

No one guessed the three numbers, although Meeky came closest with "69, 69, 69". I don't quite remember the true answer, but it was something like "1, 7, 9". Someone give me five bucks and I'll be able to confirm that for you.

I can't think of anything really exciting to say today, so instead I'll post some random pictures! Huzzah!

And for more added fun, go to:
www.stuffonmycat.com
www.jonessoda.com
www.mailorderchickens.org

And....I'm spent.

Off of crutches, but still gimping around campus. Makes for a very lame Valentine's Day (no pun intended....OR WAS THERE?!?). I believe the correct label for the day around campus is "Singles Awareness Day", which suits me much better.

Valentine's Day is such a load of crap. They should sell heart-shaped candy boxes year round, because those chocolates are delicious and I want some. What's so special about today? Why does today get all the chocolate heart box things? That and conversation hearts. Yeah, they kind of taste like TUMS, but hey I like them. I want them year round, and not just leftover ones you find inside the couch mid July.

I did get a card from my Grandma today with 10 smackers in it, so now I think I'm going to go buy myself some chocolate and watch some Monty Python. Sounds like a great Singles Awareness Day to me.

POP QUIZ:
What three numbers can be seen in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of a U.S. five dollar bill?

Well, no one guessed the color. It was blue. Idiots. Enterline is the only one in the Wieners' Circle.

Has anyone seen a recent picture of me? Well here is one:

Ok, so it's not really me, but I am on crutches. Dislocated my knee on Sunday, playing a little pre-superbowl football. I think the worst element of this whole ordeal was trying to get dinner last night. Two crutches. No free hands. A cup of tomato soup. Not a pretty picture. And you know what the worst is? Even after dropping the soup, no one came up to help me. Oh, they stared, alright, but no one even offered to help. Jerks.

Hopefully I'll be off of the crutches by the end of the week. Although they are good tools for pushing buttons that are far away, and beating people.