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  1. Any Blackadder lovers?
  2. lmfao!

    when i was doin cocaine



  3. So what would it be like if in that glaxy far faraway that existed long ago, they had Facebook?












  4. I usually don't laugh at YouTube videos but this is strangely funny.
  7. hahahaha, some of them are damn hilarious xDD



  9. Hi, this is about U2 (from U2 At The End of The World by Bill Flanagan):

    By 7 a.m. the gruesome towers of Sellafield are looming on the horizon like Mordor. The Solo drops anchor about a mile out. The Greenpeace organizer announces it’s time for all those who are going ashore to get into their rubber boots, face masks and hooded radiation suits. We all look like big stuffed animals, except for the roguishly handsome Larry Mullen, who puts his radiation suit over his motorcycle jacket and then pulls his leather lapels out through the zipper. With his sunglasses and army camouflage cap, Larry is the epitome of combat rock. ‘I invented cool.’ he drawls, ‘and you’re on a boat with me.’
    Bono and Edge, on the other hand, look like burritos with sunglasses. They stare at each other, trying not to laugh. Bono reaches out and takes his partner’s hand. ‘Edge,’ he says romantically and they embrace as the gawking Greenpeace giggle. ‘Talk about safe sex!’ Bono shouts from his space suit. ‘You can’t get much safer than this!’

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    As U2 prepare to board their landing craft the Greenpeace organizer notices with a start that Bono has on his feet not wellies but his own leather motorcycle boots. ‘You can’t wear those!’ she insists. ‘That water is radioactive! Whatever you wear into it has to be discarded afterwards!’
    ‘It’s OK,’ Bono says, ‘I won’t get my feet wet.’
    ‘You don’t understand,’ she says. ‘Weighed down by the barrels the rafts can’t get all the way up to the shore. You’re going to have to wade in!’
    ‘Get my feet wet!’ Bono sputters, adopting a spoiled, Spinal Tap accent. ‘Oh no no no, this whole thing is off!’
    A quick search finds no spare rubber boots on the Solo. The weary Greenpeace leader says, ‘It’s all right, Bono, I understand you can walk on water.’

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    Suddenly it’s the Secret Service’s turn to run through the corridors on the whims of their king. They wake Paul McGuinness, who jumps out of bed, clears his throat, flattens his hair and says, ‘Of course Bono would like to parlay with the Governor! Please tell Mr Clinton to head straight over to Bono’s suite! I’ll wake him!’ Then the manager hangs up and tears through his bag for a necktie.
    McGuinness rings Bono’s suite and THERE’S NO ANSWER. OK, fine, don’t panic – he’s probably just passed out. The manager hightails it down to Bono’s room, gets the hotel to unlock the door and BONO’S NOT HERE. The bed has not been slept in, the tub has not been bathed in, the spiral staircase has not been trod. There’s no Bono but here comes Bill Clinton! The hotel staff are as desperately helpful as elves at the North Pole, the Clinton campaign honchos are ruthlessly friendly, the Secret Service are coldly professional, and the Next President of the United States is cheerful as he surveys Bono’s fabulous suite. McGuinness, his welcoming grin frozen like rictus, says welcome, welcome and then slips into the next room to get on phone and wake every member of U2 to say (1) get up (2) get over here and (3) WHERE’S BONO?
    ‘We worked on a song here till dawn’, says a bleary Edge. ‘Then I went to bed. I don’t know where he is now.’ Edge hauls himself out of bed to brush his teeth and meet the candidate. On the way to the bathroom he notices a spare room and pushes open the door. There, unkempt, unshaven, and unconscious, lies Bono.
    ‘Get up,’ Edge prods, ‘Bill Clinton’s in your room.’
    Bono doesn’t even know what time zone he is in. His mouth tastes like an ulcer and his head is swimming with ‘Two shots of happy, one shot of sad, you think I’m a good man…’ His dyed hair is in his red eyes and, like Lazarus, he stinketh. ‘Clinton’s in my room?’ Bono tries to straighten himself. He looks in the mirror. Dorian Gray. Fine. ‘OK,’ he mumbles, ‘let’s see how much of a politician this guy really is.’
    Bono weaves through the hotel and slips into his suite through the upstairs. He hears Clinton talking in the room below. Bono puts his beetle shades back on, rubs at the wrinkles in his red velvet suit, and lights up a tiny black cigar. Elegantly wasted, Bono then descends his spiral staircase into the candidate’s company with the fuck-you aplomb of Bette Devis on a bad day. Clinton stops, Clinton stares and then Clinton falls over laughing.
    ‘Hey,’ Bono thinks, ‘this guy’s okay.’

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    In the elevator Bono realizes he’s left his fly shades behind. The woman whips out a walkie-talkie and gets her security squad combing the holding room, the bathroom, the lounge to find them. Now bear in mind that Bono loses everything. In the last hour Edge grabbed the book that Bono left in the car, and just now McGuinness found the same book left on the table upstairs. So when Bono says of losing his glasses, ‘This is unbelievable!’ his bandmates correct him.
    ‘No, Bono,’ Larry says, ‘it’s not unbelievable.’
    Adam claims, ‘It’s not uncommon.’
    Edge adds, ‘It’s not unusual.’
    Larry points out, ‘It’s not surprising at all.’

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    The newspapers say that Clinton told Reynolds that he had been trying to figure out Bono’s last name. ‘After a hour with him I realized he didn’t have one, but it didn’t matter.’

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    When you first meet U2 you think that Adam has the most understandable personality of any of them, but eventually you realize that he is the most complicated. He registers everything, I think he feels everything. But he shows almost nothing.
    Contrast that with Bono who shows what he’s feeling in his face, what he’s thinking in his words, and what he had for breakfast on his shirt.

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    Adam smiles the wise smile of Archimedes overflowing the bathtub and says, ‘Let me go get some more wine and I’ll give you some more insights into the female pshyhology.’
    He sashays off in his sarong and I say to Sheila, ‘I’ve got a new name for Adam Clayton.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Madame Clayton.’

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    The story goes like this: The property next door to Bono and Ali’s, consisting of a yard and a little gatehouse, was going up for auction. Bono wanted to buy it so that no-one could come in and, for example, put up and apartment building that would overlook his back garden. But he figured if he went out to bit for it himself the owner would see dollar signs and jack up the price. So Bono whispered word to his intimates that some false buyer should go to the auction and grab the property for Bono secretly. So tight was U2 secrecy, though, that somehow two different beards were sent to the auction, each unaware of the other and each with firm orders to spend whatever it took to get that gatehouse for Bono. Well, you don’t have to have grown up watching TV sitcoms to know what happened. The two beards chased each other’s bids through the roof. Bono ended up paying perhaps five times the value of the property.

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    (Bono is in the Frank Sinatra’s house ) As the whiskey continues to flow and Bono’s head spins, he begins to perceive that these old guys are drinking him under the table. Sunk in a chair, Bono watches dreamily as Sinatra pushes a switch and the wall opens to reveal a movie screen. An old film comes on and Bono falls asleep.
    He awakes with horror. His pants are soaking wet. Oh my God, Bono thinks, here I am watching a movie with Frank Sinatra and his friends in Frank Sinatra’s house and I’ve pissed myself. This goes beyond shaming himself; this is shaming Ireland before Italy, this is shaming rock & roll before the big bands. Gingerly, Bono slips his hand down toward his crotch. The liquid is cold. Thank you, Lord! If it were urine it would be warm! Bono gropes around and finds an upturned whiskey tumbler next to his leg. Yes! He passed out and poured the liquor on himself! He didn’t wet his pants! He won’t have to commit hara-kiri.

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    It must be after 4 a.m. but from the yacht trip to Bono’s balcony to the Thai dinner to the gay bar to the loose libido disco to this place far too much alcohol has been imbibed for anyone to care. Or for anyone to object when Bono slaps the table and cries, ‘Who’s on for a swim?’
    There is a little muttering which Bono quirts by announcing, ‘It’s Fintan’s birthday! We must go swimming for him!’
    What does it say about our mental state that this argument convinced everyone, including Fintan? Soon poor Eric has been sent to a nearby hotel to try to buy towels. He comes back in failure. Bono calls our pixie waitress over and asks if there are any towels here that we might borrow for a short trip to Bondi Beach. She shakes her head no. All right, Bono says, who needs towels! And we pour out of the door and into our car.
    Suddenly our waitress comes chasing after us as if we skipped off on the check. She is carrying and armload of white table cloths which she dumps into the backseat. ‘There’s not towels,’ she says, ‘but they’re better than nothing.’
    Obviously this is the greatest woman in the world! Bono insist she come with us. ‘No, no,’ she laughs, ‘I can’t.’
    ‘Yes!’ everyone shouts, ‘It’s Fintan’s birthday!’ and with that Bono hauls her into the car. Other customers are sitting at tables outside the restaurant applauding.
    ‘No,’ she says, ‘I’ll lost my job!’
    ‘Yes!’ Bono orders.
    ‘Oh, who needs a job?’ She smiles as the car takes off the patrons back on the sidewalk cheer.
    <…>
    (After swimming ) Bono stands up, wipes off some sand and says so long. The kidnapped waitress says, ‘Not so fast.’ Uh oh. ‘You pulled me out of work in the middle of my shift,’ she reminds Bono. ‘You’re going to come back and explain it to my boss.’
    The woman is going to be Prime Minister of Australia someday.
    Our shoes are soggy, our seats are sandy, and the sky is sunny as we pull back up the restaurant. The late-night customers at the tables outside have turned into a breakfast crowd and clearly the legend of the lost waitress has been a topic hotter than the pancakes. As Tinkerbell steps out of the car the dinner clap and whistle. She left a barmaid, she’s returning a legend.
    She grabs Bono by arm and hauls him toward the restaurant. Her boss comes out to meet her in the doorway. ‘Didn’t you used to work here?’ he says.
    ‘I’d like you to meet Bono,’ she says evenly. ‘He can explain.’
    Bono looks around. A crowd had gathered to hear what he has to say. ‘There’s a perfectly good explanation,’ Bono says, vamping while he tries to think of one. ‘See… we needed a lifeguard…’
    He rambles on, spinning a long cock-and-bull story as the patrons applaud and call for the boss to forgive the waitress.
    ‘OK,’ the boss says, ‘you can have your job back.’ Cheers from the audience. She goes back inside to finish her shift, carrying an armload of damp tablecloths.

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    (U2 are in New Zealand ) The trees are filled with music – high tree-note figures. Edge is impressed and asks the owner what is causing it.
    ‘Those are bellbirds singing,’ the owner says in a thick New Zealand accent that sounds to us like…
    ‘Billboards?’ Edge says. ‘You have singing billboards?’ Sometimes on this tour the difference between Irish, British, American, Canadian, Scottish, Welsh, Australian, New Zealand, Caribbean and Indian accents can build a Babel between English-speaking brethren. At the airport in Sydney Edge went to buy cigarettes and was asked if he ‘Wanted a ten.’ He thought he was being offered smokes in a tin. The I/E flip in this part of the world causes all sorts of confusion. If a New Zealander tells you the weather tomorrow will be better, you may hear that the weather will be bitter.


    I hope you enjoy that

  10. i dont know who made this, but its a really good remix. the music video is insane.
  11. Some funny news from the world of Aerosmith:

    Steven Tyler rocks at Home Depot

    Rocker Steven Tyler has completed 30 days of "intensive sobriety treatment" in a California rehabilitation clinic after publicly acknowledging he was struggling with a painkiller addiction.

    The former Aerosmith star, who fell from a stage in South Dakota during a show last summer, is now undergoing a 90-day "residential day treatment program," according to a statement from the singer's management company, Tenth Street Entertainment.

    Tyler has been spotted in the Palm Desert area in recent weeks, leading to speculation he has been at the fabled Betty Ford Clinic nearby.

    Last Saturday, he showed up at a Home Depot hardware market and sang two Aerosmith songs over the store's tannoy system.

    A source tells People.com, "(He) has privileges to leave the grounds... He was shopping."

    The rocker also showed up at a Palm Desert karaoke bar and belted out Aerosmith ballad I Don't Want To Miss A Thing.

    Eric Sherman, the president of Tenth Street Entertainment, tells the website, "(Tyler is) a performer 24/7, whether he's on stage, at the Home Depot or singing karaoke.

    "We are all really proud of Steven's continuing successful therapy and look forward to the day he returns to the stage and recording studio with Aerosmith to make new music for the fans."

    Sherman's comments suggest Tyler's hiatus from the band may be short lived. He announced plans to take a break from the group in an interview late last year, prompting bandmate Joe Perry to proceed with auditions to find a replacement frontman.



    He certainly nailed his rehab then. Other songs he did on other random visits to Home Depot stores right across America on his solo tour:

    Round and Round Up
    Chip Away At The Stepping Stones
    Caulk This Way
    Big Ten Inch Hammer
    Pandora's Box Cutter
    Home Depot Tonight
    Let The ShopVac Do the Talking
    Aint That a Drill Bit
    Can't Stop Mulchin'
    No More No More Crabgrass
    Flys Away From Here
    Janie's Got A Nail Gun
    Baby Please Dont Grow
    Shut Up And Aerate
    I Wanna Know Why (They Wear Orange Vests)
  12. XDDD

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