I don’t want to say anything bad about Krankor, since he’s given me a place to share my deepest thoughts — it’s almost as if I can reach out and high five every one of you! — but it seems like Krankor’s comment system is as loopy as Oil Can Boyd after a night huffing […]
Archive for February, 2010
Inspiring. Click to enlarge.
Reggie would approve.
Because who wouldn’t be motivated by this?
Did you know that the president of Toyota is named Toyoda? Whoa.
by Reginald Phlegmingham, Duke of Crapping-Upon-Bryllshire ‘Sup, bitches? I guess Lord Eddie has finally crawled out from under his rock long enough to take offense at the righteous smackdown I laid on his liver-spotted ass. Well witness the quickness as I dish this, and lay down a dis track with lyrics so fresh they be […]
by Daniella A. Apple, Concerned Citizen of Humanity On Friday I watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympic “Games” in British Empire Columbia. Normally I don’t watch things like this because the Highway 274 overpass doesn’t get good TV reception or electricity. But on Friday I was at the Denny’s on Fertilizer Runoff Lane and […]
by Lord Edmund Bryll, inventor of Brylcreem Owing to my recent travels, during which the lovely, though lamentably rather old, Lady Edwina and I excursed through may exotic lands of delicate beauty and colourful locals of a distinctly destitute disposition, which disposition I am happy to inform you was not one iota ameliorated by any largess on behalf of […]
Thoughts on my experiences with the profligate, not to say fishmongering, wastrels of the reindeer infested nations of ScandanaviaSunday, February 7th, 2010
by Lord Edmund Bryll, inventor of Brylcreem The sudden appearance on this very Internet site of news and commentary, not to say erudition, of one Ingvar Jævel, a foreign national of Norwegian origins, or so he would lead us to believe, provides me with the welcome opportunity to hold forth on a subject of grave […]
Seems old Rex down there is shitting the bed when it comes to hosting an Open Thread. Shouldn’t surprise anyone, really. When Pascual Perez thinks your shit is messed up, your shit is really messed up. In my day ballplayers knew the value of a well groomed copse of jawline mane. They also beaned each other […]