Jul 23, 2010

The Zoolander School for Kids Who Can't Read Good.




Oh dear...

Two black Nigerians walk into a hospital...

[insert horribly racist Darwin joke here]

If this article weren't written for retards in overalls and their shoes untied, it would actually be pretty interesting...


The power of g-a-y. Show some r-e-s-p-e-c-t, dammit!

Strong jaws and incredible cheekbones only, please. 
Dear Army,

Thanks for training me on homosexual conduct.  I personally prefer mine with disgrace and dirty talk.  But that's just me.

Love ya!

P.S. The fact that you have someone floating down from the sky in a giant boob is not going to help make those pansy homos straight (especially the dood on the far right).  Everyone loves boobs. Even the cocksuckers.

http://www.ep.tc/problems/38/cvr.html  (Click on the picture for the next page.)

Jul 22, 2010

Pulitzer? I think so.

Some fine investigative reporting done here by Gawker.  I truly appreciate them bringing this to America's attention.


Old people.

In high school I had a friend who worked at a nursing home.  There was an old lady there whose uterus would routinely fall out.  The end.

On a less vaginal note: old people dancing to new songs.

Poker Face + Old Dude + Hawaiian Shirt = http://jezebel.com/5574672/grandpa-gaga-busts-a-move-to-poker-face


Taylor Lautner Totally Looks Like Alpaca
see more Celeb Look-A-Likes

Michigan is the weirdest place ever.


Mystery Spots. (stop being gross.)

And Bear Ranches.

Why?  I don't know...

geekwhore. whoregeek. dorkystrumpet!

It's square. It's multi-functional. It's a box.


(About 76.5 bonus points if you get the movie reference in the title.)

I've had this song in my head all day...

Just slightly less dramatic.

Awkward Stock Photos

No need for an explanation.  Except that is sort of all I need right now...

Inception/Conception. So close, yet so far.

Links within links within links.  Get it?  No? Apparently I didn't either...


I have collected a gatrillion and a half links over my law school career and I have stashed them away in my little hope chest of goodness.  Well folks, it's time.

I am cranky/happy and I am heading out on a world tour of Michigan tomorrow to visit crack babies and sex offenders.  Let's ask the angry ibex what he has to say about that, shall we?

Fuck it, I'm back.

And I changed the blog so it looks like a commercial for Claritin.  Because I am nothing if not allergic.