Your holiday season horoscope -
Nobody said you can’t do that with the candy canes. Just wipe them down with Lysol before you put them back on the tree.
You have to stop putting fucking gingerbread in everything.
You’ve been so bad this year that the fire you light with the coal you get from Santa…
Presented without further comment.
I just got this notice via email. It says that if I commit one more offense, my blog “Fuckyeahcopyrightinfringement” is in danger of being shut down.
This is harassment, I tell you.
I won the “Best…
heypa deepa pessen alla kinda wessen
makey finda damla maaaaan
donut canoe kinda fraaan
ohna kin wammen lodon GAMBLERS
heetin ahna gono ahair
feena ahna koona grau
slodan retchin bunnow beeh fechin
doncha no adoos is sill while
baby im inna stay
YOU GOT TO THROW OW OW ME
THROW ME THE TUMBLING DICE
I knew it!
I’m in my underwear,…
Necessity is the mother…
If Rappers Were Copywriters -
I’m not much into rappers. Or copywriters. But I am into Simon Goetz, a wonderful, funny writer and a great guy. This piece he wrote for Huffington Post will bring a smile to your face.
The Adventures Of Tigerman
Police Chief O’Malley: Glad you’re here, Tigerman, I think the supervillain is hiding out in this building.
Tigerman: ROOOAAAARRRR!!! (slash, gnash, bite, shred)
Police Chief O’Malley: AAAAAEEEEEIIIII (drop, bleed)
It was a morning like any other. I was eating my cereal and drinking my coffee while reading the latest news on my beautiful tablet computer. When all of a sudden, I coughed up a combination of cereal and coffee all over the table and my beautiful tablet computer.
Just thought I would share this little slice of my life with all of you before the unfollowing begins.
I call this, “Sunrise on Garbage Day”.
- Brooklyn, USA