The Geek Hideout

My favourite is “but you HAVE to believe in somrthing”, my normal answer is “Yes I BELIEVE you are an idiot”

Lasers.. is there anything they cannot do ;)

Always..
well other than Kronos in God of War 1, 2, and 3.. that was AWESOME!!

Oh good news my minions.. The G33K is now a righteous Dude, Praised b’eth the way of the Dude

Come join the slowest-growing religion in the world – Dudeism. An ancient philosophy that preaches non-preachiness, practices as little as possible, and above all, uh…lost my train of thought there. Anyway, if you’d like to find peace on earth and goodwill, man, we’ll help you get started. Right after a little nap.

Logic and Christianity? … ummm nuff said

Well that’s a disturbing thought… and sorta explains a lot

Richard Dawkins answers questions posed by Reddit readers. All amazingly done, though at approx 11:35mins he reads his “hate” mail… hilarity ensues and the haters are pwned! EPIC Wins by an awesome, intelligent and brilliant thinker of our times.

It shoes though that if these “haters” were designed (the G33k calls BULLSHIT on “intelligent design”).. It was definitely not intelligently, though any idiot can be a hater and looks like they all are.

Son of beeeetch!

The parish priest went on a fishing trip. On the last day of his trip he hooked a monster fish and proceeded to reel it in. The guide, holding a net, yelled, “Look at the size of that Son of a Bitch!”

“Son, I’m a priest. Your language is uncalled for!”

“No, Father, that’s what kind of fish it is – a Son of a Bitch fish!”

“Really? Well then, help me land this Son of a Bitch!”

Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster. “Father, that’s the biggest Son of a Bitch I’ve ever seen.”

“Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it?”

“Why, eat it! Of course You’ve never tasted anything as good as Son of a Bitch!”

Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory. While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip. “Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught!”

Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, “Father!”

“It’s OK, Sister. That’s what kind of fish it is, a Son of a Bitch fish!”

“Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?”

Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for his dinner.

“I’ll even clean the Son of a Bitch,” she said.

As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in. ”What are you doing Sister?”

“Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the new Bishop’s Dinner.”

“Sister! I’ll clean it if you’re so upset! Please watch your language!”

“No, no, no, it’s called a Son of a Bitch Fish.”

“Really? Well in that case, I’ll fix up a great meal to go with it, and that Son of a Bitch can be the main course!”

“Let me know when you’ve finished cleaning that Son of a Bitch.”

On the night of the new Bishop’s visit, everything was perfect. The Friar had prepared an excellent meal. The wine was fine, and the fish was excellent.

The new Bishop said, “This is great fish, where did you get it?”

“I caught that Son of a Bitch!” proclaimed the proud priest.

“And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!” exclaimed the Sister.

The Friar added, “And I prepared the Son of a Bitch using a special recipe!”

The new Bishop looked around at each of them. A big smile crept across his face as he said, “You Fuckers are my kind of people!”