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find your pimp name.

beer guzzling bear.

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i love the olympics

all images are courtesy of yahoo news, and godsfeet to them for posting such amazing journalistic art.

happy anal sex month.

mau found a sweet ass version of castlevania online.

i had a weird dream last night

once again my subconscious is trying to tell me that i'm a weirdo. in my dream i'm on a field trip in washington dc (don't ask me what a 26 year old who graduated college 4 years ago is doing on a field trip). it's lunch time and in true omaly form i decide to head out on my own and grub down solo. for some reason or another i end up by the pentagon. as i'm walking through the outside area of said 5 sided building i pull out my cash to see what the lunch budget is. i pull out an old 5 dollar bill (pentagon, 5 dollar bill, coincidence...?) but it's creepy because the faces on it were alien faces. at the precise moment that i notice this all the gates around the pentagon start closing automatically (i don't even know if the pentagon has gates around it but this one did) and before i know it i'm trapped outside the pentagon, along with errbody else who was unlucky enough to be there with me. i remember thinking in my dream "oh shit they're gonna bust me for alien activity" or something, but apparently there was no ish with my extraterrestrial currency. next thing i know an fbi agent comes up to me and asks if i have any information about a missing person who has this signature. he shows me a piece of paper and sure enough i read my mom's name and it's in her handwriting. in hindsight the accuracy of the details is kinda creepy but whatever. so i pretty much tell the guy dood that's my mom what happened to her and we just hang out outside the pentagon. luckily for me there was hot dog and coffee carts outside the pentagon so at least i could chill out and have some jo while the government looks for my mom. next thing i know i'm waiting inside a building and moms calls muh celly and says "i'm ok i'm with family." that's about where it ended. after experiencing this dream and remembering it in great detail i think a higher power is trying to communicate with me. here are some possible interpretations:

1. somewhere in my out-of-body extraterrestrial travels i borrowed 17 odoks (odoks are a form of interstellar currency) from an alien dude who is from the planet duran duran. apparently the current exchange rate makes 17 odoks worth about a five-spot in american dollars. the value discrepancy is due to the fact that odoks come in the form of cat shit instead of paper or coin, thereby decreasing their value.
2. my mom secretly works for the fbi and has really nice handwriting. she is either a lethal assassin or she just signs the paychecks. either way i would stay on her good side.
3. washington dc will be invaded by an alien race of five dollar bills. watchout they can give some nasty papercuts. the only way to stop them is to walk up to a large group of them while armed with a twenty or fifty dollar bill and ask if they can make change. a benjamin will really show 'em who's boss.
4. i need to cut down on coffee before bedtime.

in other news the peng gave me inspiration for a new section of the peso entitled "back in the day." the purpose of this section is to post random and hopefully somewhat embarrassing photos of peeps in their younger years. feel free to send in your own submissions for all the peso world to see. the only stipulation is any photo submitted gets to be captioned by yours truly. we've got four classics in there already so check it out and send in your own.

daddy's back...

well kiddo's it's been entirely too long since my last update. as many of you know the omaly is currently fed up with his current employment situation, hence my free time has actually been devoted to things of a constructive nature, updating and sending resumes, job searches, etc. fear not, as soon as i find a way to make a living that doesn't involve the fringes of sanity, i will promptly be back to my slacker mode of operation. believe it or not children's the peso is officially one year old this month. long gone are the postings about me spilling my lunch (although today a gust of wind decided to completely upend my french fries, i'm not kidding), we have grown up together. we've laughed, we've cried, we've become a little peso family. ok enough mush let's get to the good shit. up next is a movie review for harold & kumar. mau and i did a brief review that can be found at the top of the aim section.

in what proved to be a happy accident i encountered the glory that is "harold and kumar go to white castle." after an afternoon of digging ditches in his back yard with me and stevo, beav decides that we need some dude time so why not grab some brews and watch anchorman. now i'm sure this is a quality movie, but apparently the almighty had grander expectations. so after a round of eats and brews at hooters (try the 911 buffalo wings, you will shit fire) we headed on down to the cinema. arriving there at 10 p.m. would prove to limit our options, but stevo in what was probably a moment of divine inspiration suggested the h&k flick. i'm not kidding kids i don't remember the last time i laughed that hard at a movie. the absurdity of the "plot" was entertaining enough for funny points but this movie was really taken over the top by the characters. even the minor characters brought the A game, errbody from freakshow to the extreme poseurs to doogie howser. the flick was solid on all points but the gold medal needs to go to kumar. the fantasy scene with him falling in love with a bag of pot is a dose of comedic genius that hasn't occured since einstein told a knock-knock joke. no more spoilers for this one, get out and see it pesitos. also this may go without saying but maria is the hottie of the week. what the hell, it's our birthday, let's make her the hottie of the year. it's just not fair how hot some chicks are.

on a side note last night one of our cats (who shall remain nameless, we'll call her "odie" which is kinda short for "odor") decided to set a new standard of phunk. not to confused with funk, which is the good funk, the kind of funk that makes people shake their butts and get jiggy with it and make sweet love all night long. phunk is defined in websters dictionary as "of or relating to extreme malodorous toxicity." ok not really but you get the point. anyhoots last night after a couple hours of job searching in my room i decide to take a break and enjoy some refreshment and perhaps inspiration (read: beer). upon opening my bedroom door i was confronted with a pungent aroma that would make even the gnarliest sewer rat run away in fear and join a convent teaching sunday school under the witness protection program. my nose literally burned as if i stuck my head in a vat of ammonia and i'm pretty sure my right eyebrow was singed. i walked into the bathroom and saw the dark one himself in the form of a shiny, fresh-from-the-shoot-tube dook. i emptied a can of air freshener directly onto the offending mass but to no avail. the resulting aromatic mood was similar to walking through a beautiful lavendar and rose garden after slamming your face into a steaming pile of cow shit, and the cow drank too much the night before. pound for pound that was the most lethal defecation i hope i ever encounter.

i found an awesome typo on the yahoo images page. they have since fixed it but wouldn't you know it i grabbed a screen shot. read the caption for the top photo.

ok this is just creepy.

proof that bert is evil.

sweet ass game for my fellow cube dwellers. note: the object of the game is to catch the wad of paper the other dude throws at you, then swish it in the old trash recepticle. only took me about 5 minutes to figure out...