Montage? Hell no, we're bringing you the MANtage!
You wanted the awesome, you got the awesome!
Because she's cute when she's mad.
My friend H-Lo is an awesome writer and editor. Which is why she's going to love seeing these pictures:
Umm, actually, I'm gonna pass. Thanks anyways.
Again, gonna have to pass. Sorry.
Alright, already! Sheesh, how many times do I have to apologize for that one time? Gimme a break, man.
That's right, all doughnuts must be paid for before you engage in activity that somebody else might describe as "eating them."
See, even those high fullutent, man-hating, uppity broads with hairy armpits make horrible, embarrassing grammatical errors. It's not their fault, really. They're brains are only one-third the size of a man's. That's just science.
Umm, I just consulted to Southern to Midwestern dictionary, and I believe this sign roughly translates as "Please to be making arrest of motion now, await making of happy time. We honor your mother's big toe."
Lady, you need to slowly put the cat down and come towards us with your hands where we can see them. We can help you.
Mee. Yow.
Hello... umm... kitty?
I'm not sure how I feel about Donny Darko kitty.
Again... Mee. Yow.
However, I can't approve of Django Rheinhart kitty highly enough.
I can only hope and pray to the flying spaghetti monster that someday my image will be immortalized on a cat's ass.
In case you've been in a coma for the past few weeks, people from my line of work have been in the news a little bit. Specifically, a bunch of Somali pirates captured an supertanker with $100 million worth of crude oil on board. Okay, I'll admit it: I'm a little impressed. But seriously, get a load of these guys:


This guy was just murder on our dental plan.
Pretty damned hard to swing a cutlass when you're knitting eyepatches all the time.
I don't know what was going on with these ladies. I mean, they were always saying stuff like "Hey pirate, I think you should check out my belowdecks," or "Oh pirate, I'd wish you'd shiver my timbers once in a while," or "Oh pirate, I'd like to walk your plank." I could never figure out what the hell they were talking about. Really annoying. I've got a pirate ship to run here, people. Plus they totally depleted our rum rations in the first week at sea.
Sister Hook was just too badass for us to handle. She scared the beejeebers out of me.
This guy was a damned good accountant but he wasn't all that great of a pirate.
Cyborg Pirate Ninja Jesus was a real pain in the ass. We're just pirates on this ship, no need to throw in all this extra cyborg-ninja-deity incarnate crapola. Plus, everybody knows that pirates and ninjas don't mix.
Although I admire this ex-pirate's ability to travel back in time to make friends with a younger Stephen Colbert, Cap'n Neckbeard Veststain just wasn't cut out for life on the high seas.
I've been working on it in the basement for the past two years. And yes, it does double as a bunkbed. Thanks for asking.
Cap'n Flash. Scourge of the seven seas. Can clear the decks of Spanish galleon with one ear-splitting howl.
Midshipman Grimscowl. Don't ask him about that weekend in Puerto Vallarta, 'cause he ain't telling.
Helmsman Furry McCuddles. You don't want to experience the fury of Furry!
Gunner's Mate Tobe "Buster" Bloodvessel. I'm already a little worried about this guy.
Seriously, give Pirate Kitteh his patch back already. You know who you are.
You think a pirate with one eye and two peg-paws has anything to lose? Well punk, do ya?
I'm gonna be honest, Gary here is dumber than a bag of hammers. Plus, who's every heard of pirate named "Gary"?
Natasha Von Teilwaggen. She'll slit yer throat while you sleep without batting an eye.
First Mate Greyfriars Bobby. His story is so touching, it makes our enemies break down weeping, unable to prevent us from taking all their dubloons. Suckers.
We just keep Bubba de la Manteca around for comic relief because he's pretty much useless.
Gentlemen, for your own sakes I hope you remain law-abiding at all times -because you are officially too damned pretty for prison.
Guys, did you take a look in the mirror before you headed out for the evening?
I'm not sure how this is happening, but it's happening.
Beauty may only be skin-deep, but sometimes plastic surgery and steroid abuse go all the way through.
I think these guys are about to run in the Sci-fi Marathon. More power to 'em. I wonder if they call it "the Kessel run"?
Oompa loompa oopiddy doo.
I still would like a further explanation about the "ease the seat back" spoken word soliloquy in Van Halen's "Panama." Creepy Jersey-edition David Lee Roth, would you care to explain?
They start 'em young in Jersey.
Kid, unless your name is L'il Mama, I suggest you rethink the lip gloss strategy. Love the penciled-on beard though. Really butches it up for ya.
It's an old New Jersey tradition to celebrate Christmas by spray-painting your face orange.
Speedo? Actually, spee-don't.
This is what the Incredible Hulk would look like if he was from Jersey.
Seriously, what is up with New Jersey guys and the lips?
Gentlemen, whatever your question may be (and I do mean whatever), the answer is a resounding "yes!"Labels: creepy, fashion, homosexual agenda, your mom