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About The Thing
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<- 8:03:33 pm, wednesday, march 12th, 2003 pst(updated 11:13:54 pm, monday, january 31st, 2005 pst)
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All About The Thing
Welcome to The Thing, a site dedicated to nothing with nothing dedicated to it. It's just a place for a few choice people, called Lard Pirates, to rant about anything they want, without any form of censorship or need for pants. We laugh, we cry, we generally fuck around, but we care. At least about each other, anyway.
I'm sure you'll read about what we hate. And you may even be surprised about how blunt we are about most topics. You see, we all have this gene that gives us a sense of humor. Some people lack this gene, or at least the pure one we possess. You know you're one of these people if you leave this site in the next five minutes because you're offended by the word "clusterfuck." Here's the universal rule: If you're a Pokey the Penguin fan, you will love this site. The Pokey Gene rules, and only a few choice people in the world possess it. Don't worry, if you don't have it, you may still like some of the stuff we talk about. Speaking of which, let's get to the sections of The Thing.
Sections
We have 8 spank sections here on The Thing. A spank, if you don't know, is what we call articles here, because the word articles is boring. Don't worry, you start to not notice you're tossing around a sexual term after a while. Here we go, with descriptions:
Other Shit
Sorry about the green. If you shitters don't like it that much, e-mail me and give me tips on better default colors. Actual users get to change their CSS shit. Lard Pirates are badong enough to do anything.
Welcome to The Thing, a site dedicated to nothing with nothing dedicated to it. It's just a place for a few choice people, called Lard Pirates, to rant about anything they want, without any form of censorship or need for pants. We laugh, we cry, we generally fuck around, but we care. At least about each other, anyway.
I'm sure you'll read about what we hate. And you may even be surprised about how blunt we are about most topics. You see, we all have this gene that gives us a sense of humor. Some people lack this gene, or at least the pure one we possess. You know you're one of these people if you leave this site in the next five minutes because you're offended by the word "clusterfuck." Here's the universal rule: If you're a Pokey the Penguin fan, you will love this site. The Pokey Gene rules, and only a few choice people in the world possess it. Don't worry, if you don't have it, you may still like some of the stuff we talk about. Speaking of which, let's get to the sections of The Thing.
Sections
We have 8 spank sections here on The Thing. A spank, if you don't know, is what we call articles here, because the word articles is boring. Don't worry, you start to not notice you're tossing around a sexual term after a while. Here we go, with descriptions:
- Articles - Usually our serious shit goes here. Note: serious means anything that is not crazy as fuck.
Reviews - We like to review not only movies and video games, but everything. Yes, everything. There is even a review of air.
Art - We draw shit. It goes here.
Comics - This is a horribly organized list of random comics the Lard Pirates create.
Reader Mail - Real e-mails we get, from anyone, about anything. Some of them have to do with this site. Others are just too insane or ridiculous not to share with the unsuspecting public.
For Truelies - A section dedicated to sabo, a man whose genius knows no bounds. sabo coined the phrase years ago, saying it after a hilarious, true story that happened to him recently. So all of our eal life experiences go here.
Short Stories - Creativity spawns from our minds at a rate no man can detect without really fucking cool telepathy. So, of course, we write stories about lame shit. Check them out there.
Random Insanity - We're fucking insane. At least by normal human standards. We have to unleash this energy somewhere or we'll explode. And because we kick so much ass, that would destroy the universe. So, brace yourself for several forms of Mindrape: Clusterfuck Edition.
Other Shit
Sorry about the green. If you shitters don't like it that much, e-mail me and give me tips on better default colors. Actual users get to change their CSS shit. Lard Pirates are badong enough to do anything.
you can e-mail Vinic at -> vinic at lardpirates which is dotted with a com -- or hop on contact page
- Dudley <- 11:29:38 pm, saturday, september 13th, 2003 pdt
For those visitors reading this that havent figured it out yet:
The Thing is a mass of creative geniuses looking to vent our frustration, ideas, loves, hates, drunkenness, retardedness, absurdity, and maybe every once and a while depression (but we're not into that kind of stuff).
Enjoy. And remember: chances are, we're better than you.
The Thing is a mass of creative geniuses looking to vent our frustration, ideas, loves, hates, drunkenness, retardedness, absurdity, and maybe every once and a while depression (but we're not into that kind of stuff).
Enjoy. And remember: chances are, we're better than you.
lard pirates dawt com copyright © 2002-2008 lardpirates.com and vinic j. beverage & chainsaw dudley mckraken, also known as shawn baker & brad cruz: all rights reserved
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no portion of any content residing on lardpirates.com may be reprinted in any form without prior written consent -- this is serious business, the internet.
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hosting provided by dreamhost. they are good people. i know, mysql is a bit slow, but whatever this ain't youtubespacebook, so get over it.
if you wish to bitch and moan at us, do so from our contact page.
all content copyright their respective authors/artists.
no portion of any content residing on lardpirates.com may be reprinted in any form without prior written consent -- this is serious business, the internet.
best viewed at a resolution at least 900 pixels wide, in any browser other than internet explorer for the love of god. try firefox! opera, even!
this website is much more badass with javascript enabled. if you cannot use javascript, then you need to hop in the delorian and get the hell out of 1995.
hosting provided by dreamhost. they are good people. i know, mysql is a bit slow, but whatever this ain't youtubespacebook, so get over it.
if you wish to bitch and moan at us, do so from our contact page.
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