November 28th, 2005 by POMP
I stole this game from exitof99’s Journal, because I think it’s fucking brilliant. Basically you use Google Language Tools to translate some song lyrics from English to German, then from German to French, and then from French back to English. Post the results and let the guessing begin…
If you place your arms around me, you cannot the baby me see requires you, you narrowly thus hold me counters your skin me in BegriffBIN, to begin of Lovin ‘ you
Of Spit on your hand and remove my cock with an average play of stage with my balls and explain me that they are like large, rub you honey in your Biber and to leave my face sat on the corner of the bed and fact attention me whack far
It sees that bottle of shampoo my impact of ass it adheres now inside and outside with an average stage thick your old friend you speak and as Rasur is now far large him and me in darlin GesichtsWhoa punches you ‘ my pubes, my you and the balls which are back between my legs, make me support on thick me an ugly woman to call and my photograph to make to show all the people who work you
You draw my Skrotum now and take to the top the bottle of shampoo of my ass pretend me are Pizzaanlieferungshalteseil and made attention far me whack
Dildo and me leave handles on one with the head ask me, slow down it and do it above with an average stage that I thus believe im.Begriff.$$$BIN, my freight that to roast me humiliated, you declare me, it is a time, loves form to give, but I ‘ does not cause itself ‘ now ‘ can spewed all me then you seen in my eyes and to carry out you more that how much I ‘ enjoyed ‘ lovin ‘ me am to you thus, spunked me on my stomach the following mark me lovin ‘ am to you sadly perhaps better
November 26th, 2005 by POMP
Bless me, Interweb, for I have sinned. It has been eight days since my last post. I’ve had an extremely busy fucking week. Unfortunately, I can’t comment on any of it. But some of it may make this Thursday’s release of Hate the Radio, because I have a big fucking mouth and I’m unable to control myself.
I tell tales of murder and cock grabbing, and hit on RaYzor for about an hour. RaY says he’s not a homophobe, because a phobia is a fear of something, and he doesn’t fear faygots, he just doesn’t like them. I would call his hatred of faygots contempt, which is ironic (don’t ya think?) since the definition of homophobe is, “Fear of or contempt for lesbians and gay men.“
Speaking of contempt, I’ll be in New York from December 20th to January 3rd. So with any luck, we will be recording a ton of new material for Hate the Radio, after which I’ll have more time for this blog site thing again. Unless life gets in the way, then you’ll get more generic posts like this with links to awesome sites like this: GNAA corporate homepage.
November 18th, 2005 by POMP
Wake the kids, Episode Twelve of Hate the Radio is finally f’ing out. Be Compliant and head over to iTunes and download it now. Then feel free to discuss our wholesome goodness on Hate the Boards, it’s FM quality fun for the entire family…
“It’s legal, friendly, ok for the office and rated PG. We at Hate the Radio strive each week to bring you the most eye opening and thought provoking entertainment. Some weeks we fail, and other weeks things aren’t what they seem. If you are not looking for the underlying meaning in each show then you still don’t get it.”
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November 16th, 2005 by POMP
Oh shit, based on this “book with no title,” I should be expiring in horrible torments any day now. I just learned that among other things, the crime of masturbation causes you to grow old before your time, become hunch-backed, suffer from horrible stomach pains, cough and vomit blood, and much, much more.
And here I just thought it caused crusty sheets. I think he’s doing it wrong, but I wonder if having sex would’ve reversed his fatal consequences?
Anyway, if you don’t believe me – see it for yourself before it’s too late.
November 12th, 2005 by POMP
It’s Saturday night, but rather than go out and tell the ladies that I’m single and on Internet radio. I figured I’d stay home, jerk off into an expired “Slick Willy” condom, and in lieu of a nap, write this pointless blog post. I hope you fucking choke on it.
Speaking of choking on it, I had a shot of Jager earlier, and then recorded about 15 minutes worth of dreck for Hate the Radio. I’m practicing drinking alone in moderation, but if my night gets any more exciting, I just might finish the bottle. Did you know that Jägermeister is German for “Hunter Master?” Use Google’s Language Tools if you don’t believe me, and while you’re there translate this:
“Ich konnte Geschlecht mit meiner Frau heute abend haben”
Anyway, I too am a master of something, but I assure you it’s not hunting. Maybe if I try hard enough, I can essen Sie Hinterteile meiner Frau tonight, or maybe I’ll just drink till I find the bottom of the bottle, then pass out in an alcohol-induced coma, and wake up just in time to run to work. Hopefully, I’ll still be wearing pants. I better load up my pockets with Excederin, before I forget.
Good night.
November 10th, 2005 by POMP
I listened to Martin Sargent’s Infected today, and just now woke up. It reminded me why G4 cancelled Unscrewed in the first place. I liked Marty when he was on The Screen Savers, but his blog sucks, and I hope my ears never get infected with his bullshit podcast again.
How many fucking technology-related podcasts do we need anyway? Am I the only one who wants to hear filth on the radio? And can you even call a podcast radio, if you can’t actually tune it in on one?
I’m sure TechTV fanboys will propel Infected to the Top 100 in iTunes. But for those of you who would rather hear something that’s actually funny and entertaining, here’s some audio I wanted to use for our marijuana discussion on this week’s episode of Hate the Radio. Unfortunately, it didn’t make the cut:
Matt Foley’s Speech on Pot – Saturday Night Live – Comedy – 2.33 MB
Chris Farley and Phil Hartman ruled … Martin Sargent’s not going to amount to jack squat.
November 9th, 2005 by POMP
Episode Eleven of Hate the Radio is out. If you like racist humor about dead chicks, degrading sex acts, or you think an ounce of weed is a small amount, then Sexual High is the show for you. Take a Flying Camel over to iTunes and download it now. Then discuss our silly antics on Hate the Boards.
“We laughed, we cried.. No wait, we didn’t cry. We were really rude again though. A highly educational show for the bedroom, without the disclaimer saying don’t try this at home. Just remember you are responsible for your own actions. Unless you get caught with pot in Denver. Then society is to blame for your drug use, and therefore you will not be prosecuted.”
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