The Hump

Will ya bitches its wednesday, which means the Hump is here. Speaking of hump, having a triple for the past week has been really fucking hard--I'll avoid explicit details but Thanksgiving+PMS+Jimmy's night terrors (just like his boy cudi)+Mitro coming in to wash his face=a solid week and a half with no hump. Since I'm currently studying for my econ 101 test, why not apply my drought to an economic model: 2 Dinners ($30) + 2 Movie Tickets ($20) + the agony of WALKING to the library because D doesnt have a bike ($13) / 1 hump=$63/hump--lets just call this model the opposite of the Slutsky equation.

Anyway, earlier this week I was doing a little stumbling and 'stumbled' upon this pretty cool sight (but first--if you don't have stumble download, install it, go to hiplectic.blogspot.com and click like--that way our google analytics may get more interesting) which is called Mystery Google Essentially the guys over at google had an innovative twist on the "i'm feeling lucky button" which takes you to the very first listing when you search. With MysteryGoogle, however, your search results consists of whatever the person before you searched for. For example, if you were to hypothetically type in: Todd's 9 inch magnum on MysteryGoogle, you search result may pop up as: hardcore albino porn, or even 'toting glocks in PC'--or whatever the person before you searched.

So this whole idea of getting what the person before you wanted made me very curious and i began wondering what a restaurant would be like if they applied the same principle. After a little research, I actually found a place in Japan that does just that--check it outI think Mitro would order some fucked up shit every time, and just sit there and wait for the person to get it and laugh at them.

Continuing on the trend of random/stochastic events, in the comments section, rather than commenting, click control + V or apple + V to paste your most recent copy--so we can get a general idea on what all fucks have been up too

lates.

FUUCKKK FINALS