Escape From the Scooby Doo Mansion

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

"Morans" strike again

Why is that the people who are the most desperate to tell you how to live your life are so consistently incapable of doing so with even a modicum of articulation?

Indeed - "pervesion" is never 100% safe, but neither is leaving your house in the morning - and for my money "pervesion" is a helluva lot more fun.

P.S. I will bet you $10 that the guy in the middle is a total homo.

This is America, when bossing other people around "Don't Use Quotation Marks When You're Not Actually Quoting Someone."

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

What do you want on your tombstone?

Might I suggest this:

I still haven't made up my mind about whether or not I want mine to simply say "I'll see you in hell!"


Screw it, I'm voting Republican!

Like I've said before, this is not a political blog - but this was just too funny (and kind of sad at the same time) not to share with you:


Sunday, June 01, 2008

The Greatest Angry Dance-Off Ever?

Yeah, probably.

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God's Gifts to Special Ladies

Dear God, it's me.... Margaret. Thank you for this magnificent gift, but I'm a little confused about what the screwdriver is for.

When exactly did the midriff-bearing shirts for men come and go from style? I want to say I recall seeing them around in like 1982 and being creeped out by them even then. At any rate, if you wanna know what living the High Life is all about - friend, you're looking right at it.

Howdy, my name is MadDog MacGee, and this here is my partner Mittens. Together we drive around America in my 18-wheeler, rocking out to Bob Seeger and the Silver Bullet Band, and solving crimes. Check us out on "MadDog and Mittens," on CBS this fall.

Ladies, please inform your Dungeon Master that no saving throw will be successful against my overwhelming Charisma score. Also, I have a Vorpal Sword of Invisibility +10. So I've got that going for me. Any questions?

Business in the front, party in the back, racing stripes on the sides, and a room-temperature IQ from start to finish.

What part of "sexy" don't you understand?

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