They're like:
Hey Scott. You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems with your fakie heelflips lately. You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you'll feel a lot better.
And Scott is all like:
Oh nah it's ok you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure it out. You know I'm just working on it by myself.
And they go:
Well you know, if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it. So why don't you talk about it?
He's like: No I don't want to, I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself.
But it just keeps bugging him and bugging him that he can't land fakie heelflips, and it builds up inside.
And then his mom brings him a Mr. Pib. And all of a sudden fakie heelflips aren't so important anymore.
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Mar 23, 2011
Mar 22, 2011
Milo
[Voice of Werner Herzog]
We know not to whom the title refers. The obvious choice is our human protagonist, bespectacled, mired in hubris and forgotten dreams. Yet a tiny dog glares at us, unrelenting; as if to say, "Look at me! I am your reality." The simple border contains a scene reflecting our own inescapable barriers and self-imposed limitations. A tranquil mountain setting turned ominous and foreboding when juxtaposed in this dramatic tableau.
A meeting of chance?
Or of destiny?
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We know not to whom the title refers. The obvious choice is our human protagonist, bespectacled, mired in hubris and forgotten dreams. Yet a tiny dog glares at us, unrelenting; as if to say, "Look at me! I am your reality." The simple border contains a scene reflecting our own inescapable barriers and self-imposed limitations. A tranquil mountain setting turned ominous and foreboding when juxtaposed in this dramatic tableau.
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Mar 21, 2011
Cowboy Carlos & Bandit
Cowboy Carlos and his dog Bandit are wanted by the law, and when Bandit is captured by the Ol' West dog catcher, Carlos sets off to save him. They escape and set south for Mexico. "Let's hire a thief to catch one", Sheriff Slade said, so he paid Blackie, one of Carlos' former partners, 100 gumballs to steal Carlos' hat. "That's OK." Said Carlos, "As long as Bandit and I are together that's all that matters."
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Mar 20, 2011
Gamer Gary
There is no greater love; Than what I feel for you; No greater love; No heart so true
There is no greater thrill; Than what you bring to me; No sweeter song; Than what you sing to me
You're the sweetest thing; I have ever known; And to think that; You are mine alone.
There is no greater love; In all the world, it's true; No greater love; Than what I feel for my third malfunctioning XBox 360.
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You're the sweetest thing; I have ever known; And to think that; You are mine alone.
There is no greater love; In all the world, it's true; No greater love; Than what I feel for my third malfunctioning XBox 360.
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Basketball Barry
Basketball Barry, AKA B-Dawg, AKA Barry Bear, AKA Bawls Bronson, AKA DJ Bawls Out, AKA Sir Slams-A-Lot, AKA General Augustine Hightower Merryweather III.
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