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James Randi has always been really short; if you watch his online videos you can tell that. He's one fucking brilliant man though.
if you watch his online videos you can tell that.
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"A man with a beard like that can't be half bad" - James Randi
Oh look, Phil Plait in the background!
At this point, I'm finding this quite comical, especially considering that the first car we ended up behind on the road had a license plate that ended with 666. (Sounds like a cheap horror flick aye?) Well we drive back to my plantation and are sent back in our seats by the visualization of his car door being ajar. Did negars capitalize on the car being unattended to get their colorless paws on his unmentionables? Or was this something from another dimension?!?! (Ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh booogawooga, a noise came from the bushes*) At this point I was beside myself. I grabbed the door with Odin as my guide and to my disbelief it opened. WTF?!?! My friend nearly pissed himself and begged me to drive his car home. I ended up parking the car two blocks away as he didn't want it in his sight. 2 days pass and his Aunt asks me if I can park it in front of the house. No biggy, sure. I grab the keys, walk to the vehicle, and sit down. "Hmmm this is odd, why is the seat pushed all the way forward?!?!" Do note that I was the last one in the vehicle and need plenty of leg room (for my cawk). I shrugged it off and start up the baby. [Vroom vroom] I put the pedal to the metal and drive up the hill, turn the son of a bitch around, and drive back towards his residence. Well about half way down the block the fucking brakes give out and now I'm the one who is shitting himself, even moreso since I'm approaching an intersection with traffic coming to the east of me. Now the next line is something straight out of the pages of Michael Landin. As I'm approaching the intersection with no way out of my twisted metal conundrum a bright light illuminates the vehicle and the brakes are restored to order. I wipe the sweat from my brow, pull up to his residence, throw the keys on his table, and implore him to get rid of that death wagon. The End...or is it?!?!Hahaha I remember you telling me that story a long time ago. Very weird indeed. Whatever became of the car?

Eric, the 666 or the UJH?!?! Cobalt's fucking blow. That's the car we rolling around in Portland in.![]()
UJH is actually far more evil than the numbers 666. A vocal line originated by the LLN band Haskiloveiledar that begins with a guttural vowel that segues in to chaotic pharyngeal consonants. A sonance that all committed Satanists should employ.
