We’ll let you know if the flowers in hell are that beautiful when we get there.
Oddities & Effluvia
Non sequiturs that, like an unwelcome flatus, jolt abruptly into consciousness and quickly fade, making you question if they were ever really there. Even a room full of chimps and typewriters can crank out Shakespeare, right? Well, Shakespeare's for smug assholes, and we've got a horde of baboons with pitchforks and shovels tending to our Heap. Point being, there's bound to be at least one coarsely polished turd in these piles. Enjoy!
Trump Or: Our Most Accurate Doodle of a Human Butthole to Date
A good fugging seems to be the only thing these types are willing to distribute equally.
A Double Dalliance in Eternia
‘Yes, we’ll win this game the old-fashioned way, the tried-and-true way: We’ll cheat!’
Better start angling for a car assignment now…
I kinda wanna be in the axe-wielding maniac car. Is that fucked up?
The White Walker Cares Not About Your Pittance of Snow
‘The Fist of the First Men! Think of how old this place is: before the Targaryens defeated the Andals, before the Andals took Westeros from the First Men… thousands and thousands of years ago, the First Men stood here, where we’re standing.’
Nobody better lay a finger on my… Wait, this is gross.
A quick and very sloppy one for today. (Referring to the image, not necessarily its subject.)
I didn’t want to shovel, but I didn’t want to mop either
It’s the most muddiful time of the year.
It’s that time of year. Take a bite.
It’s the kind of sandwich you eat with a fork. Or spoon.
A Measured Response
He had a ROCK! In the STREET! Why would he be throwing a rock in the street if he wasn’t up to no good?!
The Official Whisky of CIAJ
It’s shaping up to be that kind of goddamn week.
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