Bill O'Reilly just pooped his pants...FIGURATIVELY!!! How embarrassing...

I go to the Presidio at night, and I'm a little liberal pussy! What does that say about you, Bill, you scared little fuck?!?!?!? What a n00b. He can't handle all the owls and occasional cat roaming around JK with their needles and guns and drugs and sex and GAYNESS??? Gays, transgenders, fiends, oh my!

There was that one time I got poison oak from BG (on my face!), that was really scary though for sure. Damn Presidio is hella hood.

Also, what the fuck was that line about North Beach and the Tenderloin? Huh?

Anyways, a few other thoughts:
1) How come futuristic movie writers can't come up with anything better than a fucking laser? It's absolutely ridiculous to think that in a million years humans will still be hiding behind open doors and shooting laser guns down hallways at each other. What about homing laser bombs that are invisible and travel at light speeds and smell like really bad farts or something? Come on.
2) Have you ever noticed that the Odwalla icon is just a stapler with eyes? Who comes up with this shit.
3) Look at this chart. I have a similar one in my Astronomy textbook. Interesting, you think? Take another look because its not just fucking interesting you thesaurus-less nublet, its goddam mind-altering. I'm no pro at math and I may be totally misunderstanding powers of ten, but according to this graph a human is a similar size in relation to the Earth that a quark is in relation to an atom. WHAT? Do you realize how small that is? Where did it all come from? Why? Who? WHAT?

That's all. Thank you for listening.