archives (by month):
2010: jan . : . feb . : . mar
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2010: jan . : . feb . : . mar
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
Oh, no, it isn't much fun at all taken on its own. Compared to thinking about how all my friends are dead, though, needlepoint is fine.
If a bonsai tree were a person, they would live in a special house. A special house for retards.
Well, I don't know either, ma'am. Have you been on a boat lately?
This is simply delicious, Elizabeth. What is it? My excised labia and clitoris.
Fifteen shillings?! I encourage you to double-check the price, chemist, or I shall go next door to purchase my suppositories from the skeletal Dark Lord on Pharmacy Street.
Today's weather...thirty percent chance of showers...sixty percent chance of rope.
Men! Stop your horse-fight at once! Your difference will be settled in an honorable manner! Dismount at once and follow me to the message board.
This has got to be the bitchin'est way to travel. No, man, when we get those trains ridin' on a zeppelin, and the zeppelin is on a huge boat, then it'll be the bitchin'est.
Fools! You shall pay dearly! Cast your eyes upon mine helmet...it is shaped like this!
Drive? You want us...to drive you? Non, my friend. We are bloggeurs.
On April 14, 1865, then-President Abramam Lincoln was assassinated by "Cray-Z Dope Dood", a member of the Insane Clown Posse. Historians consider this the first serious act of Juggalo aggression against the United States government.
My emperor! What can I bring to you and your crew for your journey? Do they still have five-for-five? Yes, my emperor! The deal stands! Excellent. Bring me...FOUR HUNDRED ARBYS!
This church is gorgeous! But it seems to be entirely devoid of skanks...I shall remove the pews, and create a refuge for skanks world-wide. By the divine power of ruffle-butt, I hereby claim this church in the name of now it's a bar.
I see that none of you have circles...well, I'd like to introduce you to a little something I call shoulder circles.
Ass! Did I or did I not tell you to come outside half an hour ago?! You missed the Children's Crusade. If you ever want to see thousands of chidren die, you'd better pray for school tornadoes.
Okay. Camera's running? Hat's on...Ready? All right. This is Sailor's Favorite Cum Bucket, take one.
Well, I'm actually kinda in-between jobs right now. Every damn place I talk to wants to give me a vase test. Like they really need to know what I do when I go home. Up here on the right. The one with--you see it? The vase mailbox.
It is little wonder, then, why this great creature failed to continue its lineage: with no ears, it could not sustain a top hat upon its head, and thereby expired from lack of common dignity.
"I will sign this surrender... but mark my words... the south shall rise again!" "Indeed they shall.. Hey, before you go, make sure you take that meth recipe I copied down for you. Y'all are gonna need that."
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Don't ever get a gastric bypass, man. It's gonna take me like four hours to eat this. You watch the Discovery Channel and you think it's going to be real easy...then you get home, and you can't even finish a single duck. Total crap.
Well, afterI got my Master's in Fine Arts, I didn't immediately get a job as a famous artist, so I figured...why not work at a bakery...and be a dick?
Guys. Hey! Guys! I found a head! GUYS! HEY IF ANYONE UP THERE DOESN'T HAVE A HEAD. I WILL JUST BE OVER HERE, I HAVE THE HEAD. FOUND IT.
Here you go, I shot you a bird. Can we fuck now?
Twenty-five degrees centigrade? That's what she said.
Well, I guess if I had some billiard balls, I'd want to store them in...hmm...NOT THE COAL ROOM.
WACK
Then, when you reach the clearing, bear due east. In five-hundred paces you will reach a rock. The rock will...wait, are you writing this down? You are? Listen...I'm blind as shit, I've just been making this all up. I thought you could tell. Well, you're the guy who asked an old blind man for directions, so I think it's kind of your fault.
Whatchuuuu knowwwww bout carillonnnnns
Football The Official Sport of Cocky Motherfuckers Getting Concussions
archives (by month):
2010: jan . : . feb . : . mar
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2010: jan . : . feb . : . mar
2009: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2008: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2007: jan . : . feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
2006: feb . : . mar . : . apr . : . may . : . jun . : . jul . : . aug . : . sep . : . oct . : . nov . : . dec
