Have we killed this? Good, can we be done with this silly shit now?
About Ted Crumski
A Mortality Event
What the shit are these gilded lunatics up to?
Things I Detest #1: Hideously Audible Public Yawning
Shut yer daggone soup cooler, Sleepy.
Doppelgänger Conspiracy or: Wednesday
“Ted! You’ve got to hear this one,” László said as he ran up to me when I came through the door. “He’s finally lost it! This is nuts!”
An Illustration of False Equivalence
It’s not that we’re saying you don’t have the right to say crazy shit, just that the crazy shit you’re saying makes you a fucking idiot holding up progress.
F TX in the ( * )
Slappy: I don’t think I can draw a good butthole. Ted: Not true. You did that self-portrait, remember? Dactor: 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001!
I don’t even know where to start. Do I really have to write a substantiating argument? No; no I do not.
Hey, I’ve Got an Idea: Winter 2015 Edition
Snow brings out the perfect manifestation of irrational rage in us. It also brings out morons and assholes, for whom we have very rational rage.
It’s a CIAJ Xmas, 2014 ed.
Xmas poses quite a conundrum for Santa Crumski: He needs mass quantities of coal for ‘gifts’, but he detests Big Coal and its shills, sycophants, and willing slaves. Happy Holidays!
Ted Gives Thanks
Happy Rage-giving.
Voting Day
[Politicians] < [Those million-legged creepy crawly things you smash underfoot when they come darting out of a dark, dank corner]
