Archive for June, 2009
Roses For You, Miss. Miss? MIIIIISSSS????
Poor boy falls for a girl who obviously doesn’t deserve him.
The King of Pop is Dead
The internet community reacts:
The smooth criminal finally beat it.
It’s a hereditary heart condition. Apparently it was in his Billy Gene.
Oh suuure. Rich white lady dies of a heart attack and the media is all over it. What if this was a black man?
Apparently he died of food poisoning after eating a 9-year old wiener.
Glad I [...]
Transformers 2: Don’t Give That Bastard Bay Your Bucks
Roger Ebert offers:
If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.
If it is imperative that you part with your RM12, might I [...]
“We Can Fix It.”
How da Terminatah came to look like Ahnold. It’s fahnee! It’s not a tumah! Get to da choppah!
Here I Was, Thinking You Were All Mimes
Turns out comments were spontaneously disabled somehow by something or someone – presumably not me. I have to admit, I was getting a little worried that this blog was appealing only to mimes with penis fetishes. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Thanks James and Jason for pointing it out. The disabled comments, I mean.
Black Shirts and Old Town White Coffee
“We are monitoring the targeted outlets and if necessary will arrest any person wearing black as they approach the outlets,†a police spokesman said.
They don’t mix.
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Psst! Is everyone gone yet? Great. Because HERE COMES A SHIT TON OF PENIS.
The Secret to 6-Pack Abs
Damn, if only I’d found this sooner I wouldn’t have had to slug it out at the gym for months and still have a 1-pack.
Perhaps I’ll try this on the missus and give her a new set of “abs” and bonus “cleavage” while she’s asleep. She’ll be thrilled. Absolutely.