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A Certified Letter. Friday, May 22, 2009 • read strip Viewing 443 comments:

I wonder what Ray could possibly be reading that would have a picture of Clint Howard in it.

hah

"Who's Who in Creepy-ass Dudes"

Say that again and my bear will rip your throat out.

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...and then I'll cut your head off and put you into ice cream.

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hopefully with less failure...
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Well they do say that two are better than one.

Well, that's one way to get ahead in life.

Or to stick your neck out for somebody.

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Meanwhile, at the Cannibal Midway-
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Getcher FRESH Roasted Head-on-a-Sticks Right Here, Ladies n Gents!

Meanwhile, at the Cannibal Midway-
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don't give no clown heads - they taste funny

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don't give no clown heads - they taste funny


Double-entendre Ruh-roh.

I like this picture because Clint Howard looks like he is shrugging, and there is going to be a slidewhistle sound effect pretty soon.

Or maybe a plungered trumpet.

whaa
whaa
whaa
WHAAAAAAAA

[url=https://www.sadtrombone.com/]You're welcome[url]

Fail.

nope. no ma'am. nothing ironic to see here. just keep movin along.

Fe.

I am Fe man
Do do doo doo do.

hrm... i so clearly recalled that lovely chap from down in LA being Fe man. Not the pirate... clearly not poncy him... but the other one, the one what got all cartoonedy and stoned. wiv the mustachio and the stole the bike and veiled the identity, the area. the guy what hung out with neo before he got sent to the farm. I thought that one, the spun, ovrthinkg sidekick; him and not the daft fuckwad who jsut wants to surf or some shit. he. he, the engineer. Fe man. Gwynyth Paltrow's in the wind. Power that shit up and save assetbarr. or atleast dodge east. south.circkle back in on them, they'lve fallen for the traps.it's only a matter o ftime until the newly revived goo comes in to play,. Fe manships out and kills ironies with his powerZAPper be forwarnd i creep

ambienastronauts away to course. we follow the course as plotted in falala's yarn to skin ratio. the resulting system of calculations must, of necessity, blast us from the glazed ceramic doorway through to the sun room, and the observation deck. Fe man is useless for he will tear the trampoline if he tries to jump on it and lend an a negatively charged terminal. libernation

i see what u did thar
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What movie is that picture from?

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5 stars

Who cuts off someone's head at the shoulders?

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Says here the average creepy-ass dude is twenty-three

He ordered the transcription of the Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner.

It is not rad to have Criminal Negligence.

The newly-single Ms. Guzzo may be ripe for some Ray-style compromise akin to the Thong-clad Social Worker .

This is precisely what crossed my mind when I hit the panel with conspicuous multiple X's. Even before I thought Damn, they still using typewriters at the truancy office, maybe they also have rolls of carbon paper and a dot matrix printer like when I was in school.

Probably have a falcon and polio, too.

Malki! has got some synergy happenin' today.


Is that White Flava Flav in panel 1?

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and a damn fax machine

DRIVE a Falcon, they do.


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Y'all soem nerds, btw

Say's the guy with a Minsc Avatar.

Retorts the guy who even knew what the hell Minsc was.

And a mimeograph machine.

The newly-single Ms. Guzzo and the Thong-clad Social Worker may be one and the same.
Maybe Ray will find a steady girl?

A 1991 mazda 323.
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Though it is inadvisable to drive it around on grey rocks, you can probably still have an excellent time just in a neighborhood.

Honestly I am not much of a grey rocks person. If I wasn't already in college, where attendance is a joke, and also on summer break, I would become truant -- secure in the knowledge that a running car, however unglamorous, was still an option for my future.

Why does it not have a number place is it stolen

No. It's for sale, so the plate's blocked out.

Doesn't look very blocked out to me. It is indeed missing.

A lot of states don't require plates in the front.

Like Florida.

Florida does not require anything much... Behold.

I was always under the impression that the Mazda 323 was a gem of early-90s Honda Civic fighters. A shitty sports beater for sure, but the sort of shitty sports beater that can be acquired for $3000 and keep pace with most things short of a Porsche 911.

176 bucks is the most anyone has spent at a 7-11 in one trip, ever.

Wouldn't you just have to buy more than one carton of milk to top that?

This is 7-11, dude, not some arugula peddling farmer's fucking market. The working man buys slurpee's and two hot dogs for $3, not veggies with dirt on them and oil wrung from an emu's nuts.

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oil wrung from an emu's nuts


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oil wrung from an emil's nuts


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Oh my god please tell me that's Photoshopped.

whoa!
whoa!
hang on!

how did you do that? the mis-quote thing?

i... i'm going to try it out
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nope.
okay, you gotta let me in on the secret, bro.

oh, wait, it's not something like
[quote=mis-quote]this[/quote]?

or maybe
[quote="mis-quote"]this?[/quote]

nope, apparently not. wtf, assetbar.
last try
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[MISQUOTE]Did this work[/MISQUOTE]

[MISQUOTE=user]value[/MISQUOTE]

Mis- Quote:
Maybe this

Yes!
Just bold "Mis-" and then type the regular quote code.

Unintentionally Funny Quote:
I wrung an emu's nuts


I see!

Mis- Quote:
Hola frijoles!

Price Quote:
Well, it retails for six hundo, but I think we can knock off about 10%, which makes it... about $540

Double Quote:
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oh jesus please let this work

Nested Quote:
[quote]This!
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Well fuck.

oh jesus that's embarassingly simple.

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oil wrung from an eunuch nuts ?

Oh my god please tell me that's Photoshopped.

no
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it's photoshopped, just by someone else.

It is shopped. Emu teeth are as rare as hen's teeth.

Indeed. Having been bitten by an emu, I can confirm that their mouths are fairly harmless. I think if emus had mouths liked that the experience would have been more traumatizing, rather than humorous.

Also, that is a fucking ostrich .

Learn your ratites, assholes.

YOUR A RATITE!!!!!111!!!!

Does that ostrich have a gold filling? Shit, that mother fucker is blinged out![IMGS OFF]

Shopped or not I think I just shit myself.

Here was i, innocently scrolling, before i saw this and made pickles. Have a chubby for mentally scarring me for my life and adding to me an irrational fear of ostriches.

I don't know who you are, but I love you very much.

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and oil wrung from an emu's nuts.

I, too, thought it was milk.

You might want to go look at the price of a gallon of milk at a 7-11. For that item, the 7-11 might as well be Whole Foods.

Well, now we know where LN got the nacho fixins he sold to the Welsh rabble, but was he able to put the weed on the credit card too or not?

$176 worth of puddin'. Awww yeaahhhh.

I can see Walden being written by a twenty-first century Thoreau. Buying only supplies from 7-11. Chapters full of details about how to make a Big Gulp and Hostess cakes last for weeks.

i for one am disappointed that the "DING DONG" did not indicate that a disembodied penis had arrived at ray's doorstep :[

Chocolate-covered with cream in the middle.

It just looks like this
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HE..HE WANTS TO SEE WHY HE'S IN PAIN! SHOOT HIM OR I WILL!

his face actually makes that shirt look reasonable.

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Let us hope he does not reprise his Star Trek role.

TRANYA~

His "alter ego" was cuter.

in all seriousness, was Clint Howard born dead?

He can never be truly dead, since he has no soul to call his own

Hey, you go win an MTV Movie Lifetime Achievement Award.

You lost me when you said MTV

I knew that little fucker looked familiar

I said something similar but less poetic not long ago while watching "Fringe". I'd like to think this means Onstad watches "Fringe" and it's the equivalent of two people thousands of miles away wishing on the same star.

JOHNNY BARK

That's why you're supposed to stay in the tree.

and this guy got the good genes
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Who let their parents breed?

Eugenics = no Arrested Development.

No Eugenics = Star Trek saves money on makeup.

Ray spent about two minutes reading the blurb and introduction of Walden last week, so he assumes that LN's disappearance has something to do with Thoreau. That is how his mind works.

So...what's Nancy's ex-husband's last name?

It's a continuity stretch, but I'd say Biggulp.

best part of this strip: the school still uses a typewriter

better: Senior Truancy Officer Nancy R. Guzzo was once married and adopted a hyphenated name but ever since dude ran off with his secretary she's been forced to drop XXXXXX's across her former partner's name.

It used to be a thing with me that I conducted all my correspondences on a typewriter. I had a pretty nice old machine, and it made an absolutely lovely sound. I got to be a pretty fast typist, and once you're in the habit of ruthlessly planning out your sentences before you commit them to paper (a skill I have completely lost in just over a year) it's not much less convenient than a word processor. However, no matter how charming it feels to use such a machine, the documents you produce tend to look pretty scuzzy. It also feels like a bit of an affectation.

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Ray throwing a duct tape wrapped book over his neighbor's house.

I would pay a good sum of money for a large print of this to hang in my vestibule.

Ray's REI gear has been in storage for 5 years.

I don't know, Ray strikes me as the type who'd go for the North Face gear. You know, with more street cred.

Well yeah, as seen here.

But The North Face doesn't make stoves!

5 years is about average REI delivery time

Throwing Walden at Pat's house is being too easy on Walden. And Pat, too, now that I think about it.

I'm sure Thoreau was a really great guy and all, but fuck, if that wasn't the most dull book I've ever read. And I've read AYN RAND.

Man, why you got to drag that bitch into it? Ray gave Walden a throw, the end.

Aw yeah, middle school reading assignments were the shit, dogg. You got stuff like Call of the Wild, White Fang and that one book about the kid who broke his legs and denied there being a war. Fine literature.

Then you move on to high school and get stuck with such nonsense as The Scarlet Letter. And we wonder why kids keep dropping out.

... A Separate Peace?

That's it. A Separate Peace, one of my favorite coming of age stories. A boy goes mad and the narrator deals with the guilt of having crippled his friend out of jealousy/love/lust.

Hah, fools. I got the Canterbury Tales. And, uh, Robinson Crusoe. Eurgh.

When I read that book in 11th grade, we had a really dumb student teacher take over for English. She gave us the "assignment" of answering "which character are you more like: quiet, studious, dark Gene; or extroverted, clever, popular Finney?"

I answered that I was more like Leper, the kid who gets mostly ignored until something tragic happens and he goes insane. This was very shortly after having nearly been killed in a head-on car collision and receiving SO MANY guilt bouquets after my subsequent surgery from the "cool kids" who had mostly ignored me.

The silence, she was palpable.

Honestly A Handmaid's Tale was probably my favourite book from highschool english.

Because I got 100% on the project about it

suck on that english majors

I liked 1984 so much back then that it still finds its way into all of my avatars and screen names.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was one of the few decent books I got to read in Junior year AP. It did have the side effect of not ever being able to like the movie though.

One of the worst teachers ever though. We had to buy almost all of our books because she wanted to force us to underline passages and make marginal notes and then would skim over our books (frustrating our attempt to actually read them) and grade us on having marked what she considered to be enough. It wasn't content either, it was just quantity.

Now I have a bunch of books that have been horribly defaced and thus rendered largely unreadable. Seriously, writing in books is a terrible thing to do.

Best book I ever read in school though? Sophmore year honors we did The Princess Bride . Top that.

If you did not like the movie version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest , you are certifiable.


[for the slow]

... and should be institutionalized.


it is the only solution to get the needed professional help to protect you from the enemy within yourself.

a Pepsi, just ONE Pepsi.

But she wouldn't give it to me.

Eh, I read the book and loved it deeply well before I got around to watching the movie and it just meant that I could only see the film as being not nearly as good as the book.

I won't begrudge anyone for liking it, but, well... it's not as good.

Though it may not lend me any literary cred, I feel lucky to have seen the film first. Enjoying them in that sequence helped to love them both on their own merits.

In grade 12 I read One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and liked it, but it was my choice (we had to select 4 books, write a bit about each, get the teacher's approval, and then pick one) so I wouldn't really consider it in the same way. If I recall correctly, the other books were The Trial , Catch-22 , and Slaughterhouse 5 .

That marking up the book thing... is probably something I would not be willing to do.

We're reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest in AP right now. I saw the movie last year in Psych, so I think I can still enjoy it. I keep seeing McMurphy as Jack Nicholson no matter how hard I try.

Sophomore year we did Lord of the Flies and it was amazing. The whole class was so into it. We had a joint wake for Piggy and Simon because they were everybody's favourites.

Someone answers Gene, and all his friends slowly back away. They avoid climbing trees with this boy in the future.

You have the right to your opinion, but A Separate Peace was basically the worst book I've ever read. I mean, I could at least get up the urge to dislike Grapes of Wrath, but ASP didn't even have the unpleasant agitprop... it was just dull as fuck.

I met a Russian emigre about 30 years ago when it was still the Soviet Union & pretty hard for them to get out of the country.
One of the books he had was that one and the author's name on the spine was Mom plus whatever the cyrillic of Somerset would be. We had a bit of a discussion about that.
This guy was from where depression was invented.

It's a tough one to get into, I'll give you that. The root of it really is just a depressed sort of kid thinks that he destroyed his friend's future, everyone kind of blames him, and shit just goes from awful to tragic unexpectedly. I sometimes get mad when people dog on books I like, but I really can't blame anyone who can't get into A Separate Peace.

That book is AMERICA, asshole. Much respect for the Steinbeck.

Ah, the book that once and for all taught me how to spell Separate. (That's all it taught me. Fuck.)

And so Ray does what he always does: Charging off in the wrong direction while spending entirely too much money.

Sure, he isn't actually _buying_ his REI gear as such, but Ray owning camping gear in the first place - probably expensive camping gear - is incongruous with his sedentary, Stella-based lifestyle.

Owning expensive camping gear you never use is entirely fitting with a Northern California lifestyle though. The upside is that, unless you live in the city, there are a lot of hot tubs.

Finally! A strip for juvenile courts!

Ray deserves to get canned!

Is that school district in Nigeria?

Anyone else eagerly anticipating Ray's REI gear?
You know that there's some sort of Woodsman's Secret Valley Membership that gives him access to dangerously experimental outdoor leisure equipment.
I'm hoping for some solar powered robot sherpas and maybe some sort of sentient tent.

I had a 1991 323. Once my spare keys were stolen from the glove compartment (a stupid place to leave them in NYC), it become a de facto whorehouse. I didn't mind the nightly use for tricks along Riverside Park, but the smoking afterward really stunk up the car.

Thanks dude, I spent a night (and $100) there.

BTW - I borrowed your Squeeze disc.

NYC or no, the inside of one's car is rarely a good place to leave the spare keys for one's car.

Yes, the proper place to leave them is outside the car. That way the thieves won't break your windows.

Having your windows broken is just how people say "welcome to the neighborhood". Actually stealing something is rather secondary.

I once had someone root around in my car, turn (and leave) on all of the lights, throw everything in the glove compartment around the inside and steal a few of my maps.

Tha last time some-one broke into my car they took my boxed set of Beethovan Sonatas and left the John Lee Hooker and Tom Waits cds.
I didn't appreciate that comment on my musical taste.

Perhaps, just fucking maybe then, you should have put some better music in the car for them to steal.

Ray brings hands-off parenting to a new level.

Isn't death a pretty good excuse for truancy? Of course producing a year-old child cat corpse may raise more questions than it answers.

Steve Mahanahan's child cat corpse outlet!
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YOU'LL LOVE MY CAT, CORPSES-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S

I love my brother Steve, but his cat corpses feet don't have shoes! Have you seen a cat corpse without shoes? IT'S DISGUSSSSSSSTTTTIIIIIINNNGGGGGGG

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The fag comes
on little cat feet

Nancy's being strong, as strong as she can be.

Ray. I realize it now. I... I missed you dude.

Your friend, Way too baring of the emotions.

From California Education Code:
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Upon a pupil's initial classification as a truant, the school district shall notify the pupil's parent or guardian, by first-class mail or other reasonable means, of the following:
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(h) That it is recommended that the parent or guardian accompany the pupil to school and attend classes with the pupil for one day.


That might be fun.

A vintage achewood.

i'd rate it a "5" if i still rated / we could see the average rating.

i mean Ray still thinks LN is in the house. all hustilin' up the stairs, callin' him a "little shit". that's ~primo~.

DAMMIT! "A vintage achewood".

what fuck. looks like it's going to be one of those days.

"Boss, I need next off. Let me know." (leaving out the day).
[to a co-worker] "Let's on this next Friday." (leave out "work".

i hate these days.

that's not possible. does the sign not work? how could i leave the " " after "A" two times in a row?

oh yeah.. it's one of those days. fucking SCARY. for real. A scary.

WHOA!! YOU CAN NOT TYPE THE PLUS SIGN!! THESE DAY WILL ROCK!! OUT!! COCK!! OUT!!

CAN'T TYPE THE PLUS SIGN ON ACHEWOOD. fuck. i was fucking scared there for a second.

Just say it is the ne plus ultra and avoid symbolic mishaps.

I have no idea what just went on, but I am enjoying your little hell of yelling furry thing in your avatar.

It's Fizzgig! He is the best part of The Dark Crystal (not that it was a bad movie, I just like little yelling furry things).

it 'tis Fiz.

but i just changed him to the none-moving version and it must take a while for the server to update the preferences (changes).

Awww, man, way to make my comment obsolete 9 hours after I posted it. That, and I miss the little yelling thing.

it it is?

desert_donkey falls down.

You accidentally one of those days?

I, for one, believe that Airwolf has a hidden time-travel function.
Ray will retrieve LN with Airwolf because Ray owns Airwolf.

Also, he has gone back in time before (i.e., Mark Twain).

I have always known, deep down within the most secret part of myself, that Airwolf had a time traveling function. There is no reason for me to believe this. There is no 'evidence' or 'proof'. It is just something that I have always known.

I have known since I was 12.

And Moon the Loon as co-pilot!

I have yet to see the "Keith Moon is my Co-Pilot" bumper stickers, but I might actually fear whomever is driving said vehicle.

For the fact that they believe Keith Moon is driving with them or that if Keith Moon WAS driving with them, it would cause problems (the least of which is zombie-related)?

I believe that the root of the problem would lie more in Keith's pure, unabashed insanity. Zombie-related issues would definitely take a backseat whilst driving cross-country with a British drummer cranked up on amphetamines, with a penchant for bathing in baked beans.

This is what I figured. Also it was Daltrey on the cover of Sell Out in the tub of baked beans. Keith was applying MEDAC (R) to his skin blemish.

I have been brought to school.

Kindly, though.

In the car of gentleness.

And the school is the School of Nice (Not The City).

You would be unable to stay at Holiday Inns, assuming you wished to do so.

Rules for Time Travelers:
https://blogs.discovermagazine.com/cosmicvariance/2009/05/14/rules-for-time-travelers/

Is Ray about to make a sojourn into Wales? And more amazingly, into the PAST?

He. Is. From. Aw, forget it.

classic ray lol, co slassic

amways, i jus' hab sumfink 2 tells yall an' dats dat i neveh dream. i hardly ever never ever dream eer

i think alot. but this is not the same fink.

go to health food store buy bottle of Gamma Aminobutyric Acid (aka GABA) and find good quality digital scale that can measure as accurate as 1mg.. they are kinda expensif at least $40 and most of the ones on ebay don't work so beware. So then you measure out precisely amounts say start with 100mg.. and experiment take more or less each day until you starts to dream. it might not do anything for you it depends on the physiological of your brain. is antipsychotic is helpful for a range of brain programming projects. even if your depressive it might help. also sometimes it make eryting worse so beware.

What this needs more of is Science.

pet dog make purfect control

If I had a nickle for every time a conversation in my house started with "Ya little shit! "...

...you would soon have saved up enough money to leave your abusive home.

Unfortunately the pay isn't so good for a Dickensian youth.

Is daddy Dickensianing you again, nice? Can you show me on this doll? Where did that no account son-of-a-gun Dickensian you?

That got out of hand before it even started.

Let's leave it right there in that hand and not let that out again.

it's spent altogether too much time in hand.

Are you suggesting it should have come out of the hand?

your own avatar answers you

Oh Lemming of the BDA.

BDBDBDAAAAAAAAA!

nothin like a nice shot of ray's behind to keep me interested in achewood

I do enjoy a good form letter.

intriguing

For Ray, all mail is one of three things: royalty check, Something Awesome, or a bogus paternity suit.

nigerian scam fall in wich category ?

clearly in the Something Awesome category

The word monies makes me laugh. Monies. I have monies. I gots pocket monies. Hehe.

Many, many monies.

Here she comes now sayin' Monies Monies
Shoot 'em down turn around come on Monies

Here is a purse of monies. Which I am not going to give to you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AqzbGAQ8yU

Has it been a year since LN died? My life is passing me by.

not a solar year, but a School Year.

KOODGE

Ray is so observant

he Pays Attention

There is nothing about this strip that is not the greatest thing that has ever happened. Well, except that Mr. Onstad appears not to have the proper respect for The Ice Cream Man .

That's one furious looking ding-dong.

A guy up an' cryed when i called him a name i m very heartless but it still got 2 me an' i kinda apologissed. was weird cuz e was decent sized fellow. *groooooan*

Were LN and Taffy playing the lighting box at Ray's or somewhere else when Iorwerth koodged him? I can't recall.

I ask because I now wonder what exactly Ray/owner-of-other-place thought was causing that smell.

Interestingly we never actually saw either Taffy or playing of a lightning box while LN was in Wales.

I am... relatively sure that this is untrue. I have a distinct memory of an image of Taffy and an oddly-bearded LN holding controllers.

Correct.

Thanks for doing what I wouldn't and pulling your finger out. To be fair, I... I think it's jammed...

I am thwarted. So be it, at least it was acknowledged.

I am no longer legally allowed to remember events from seven months prior it is... it is a very long story and would require a moderate understanding of tort law to proceed with any further details.

ASSette bar is telling me that I can only make one comment per day because I am new. The trouble is that Assette bar measures days in strips. At the rate of barely 2 strips per week, it may be months before I am allowed to participate in the assetbar discussions. Who can say for sure - the rules of the game are unwritten, controlled only by a few all-powerful elites.

Moreover, Assetbar invites you to "post a comment" or "reply" to a comment. Assetbar lets you type out your comment... Only when you click "Post" does Assetbar tell you that you are not, in fact, invited to post any comments, whereupon Assetbar proceeds to erase what you have written, not giving you even the chance to copy and paste it to save it for later.

Sure, most people don't write dissertations on Assetbar, but if a person was the sort of person who was going to attempt to contribute anything that was thought out, such a person is exactly the kind of person who would be discouraged by Assetbar dumping their commentary.

The folks who run Assetbar have some pretty cogent ideas about the current evolution of media and information, and apparently they have at least one person in their group who can sort of program stuff, but they don't know a fucking thing about user interface design.

The most damning attribute of the Assetbar group is the fact that they don't interface with the people who use their shitty products. In this way Assetbar group is like the company that makes a genric-ass air conditioner with a generic-ass brand name, sells it to the public via WalMart and Home Depot, and then when it becomes necessary to download an instruction manual or replace a lost or broken part, the customer is SOL because the company provides no web site and no customer support at all.

If you're going to be creating a medium wherein people will spend some part of their lives, you might think that you'd at least pretend to give a fuck what people think about it.

wat

A comment left by wic was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by gladi8orrex, Wolfensti, mattylite)

fermatprime

fuck yeah, I'm famous!

We just... did it to make you feel nice you know. Inside .

Whore from Hyderbad/Cat-Cock Montage in response to complaints of indecency: 6 chubbies, square and true.

Victorian Pornography: 9 chubbies frolicking about the maypole

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9 chubbies frolicking about the maypole


They can frolick about my maypole anytime they want.

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Hawt

Post summarizes what gets how many chubbies - 2 chubbies and a lame.

Post is a .gif of several panels of a strip, well executed - 300 chubbies

Poster is Onstad-50 chubbies.

Poster is spinynorman - 75 chubbies, 2 proposals of marriage

Two things, "tiiiim":

1) You actually make some pretty damn good points.

2) Welcome to my ignore list. Enjoy your stay.

Dude, i would say that you need to put some less people on ignore ( don't ignore me :( !!!)

That's the last straw, you uppity Quebecois! *Ignored*

(I actually will not ignore you, wolfy, because you are not AIU. See how that works?)

I'm a poet. I know it.

Comment left by tiiiiim ignored.

for everyone's pleasure, let's hope it won't fuck
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Try 2

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fuck that just follow the friggin' link

it's number 16. btw

Oh, man. There's some good shit in there. Good find. Especially the Louvins. That's probably the only album in that lineup that was actually good in addition to having a hilarious cover.

Also:

"for everyone's pleasure, let's hope it won't fuck"

Love it.

What is going on here?
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John: Well now Julie, you know that here in Kentucky, 16 is legal. You know what I'm gettin' at!

Julie: But dad . . .

Then John was all, like, bult, bult, bult!

It wasn't too cool.

We all know what happened next:
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Subtlety, thy name is Boned.

Actual song titles:

01. Up At The Crack
02. Drain The Main Vein
03. Ain't No Talkin' With Your Mouth Full
04. Loaded On Love
07. Tails Up Heads Down

You mean that band that I . . .

appreciated ?

ossified?

outlived?

Played bass for?

I always see his avatar as a cucumber from Veggie Tales with words coming out of its sawed-open head.

I don't understand how we got on this topic, but it's interesting because just a couple of weeks ago back in the archives some people were saying how they thought it looked like a green Spongebob. I can't see either of these things at all. I wish I could.

That's exactly what I see it as. Something in that little image sets the Spongebob receptors in by brain atingle.

Yeah, I thought it was some weird cartoon thing until I eventually saw it bigger someplace. It's the shirt, it looks like a couple of cartoon eyes.

Of all the misinterpretations that I've heard, the "shirt as cartoon eyes" observation is the first thing that makes any sense to me. I can see that.

It doesn't look like what I described if I look directly at it. It's a corner-of-the-eye thing.

Then the corner of your eye is fucked , dude.

I've always known what that avatar is, because I saw it first in a coffee table book of terrible album covers that my friends ex-gf gave me once for christmas

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People put words in a box and click one of two buttons to determine if the internet hears of them.

Chubbies are up, Lames are down.

Sometimes BB code creates problems in the community.

That is all any but the most wretched of snarks need know or care.

i miss being able to lame people with a vengeance

it's like i see so many lameworthy things that get chubbies and it should not be happening

Well at least things are working out properly for this comment .

How so?

He's not a snark, he's a Boo...

[A telephone rings. He picks up the receiver.]

neonfreon: Hello?

caller: Hey, man! How've ya been? Haven't seen ya around much for the past couple'a months. Just wanted to make sure everything's goin' good with ya.

neonfreon: OK.

caller: ....Alright? Um, listen - me and the guys were wondering if you'd wanna go down to the bar and knock back a few. You know, hang out for awhile. Like old times.

neonfreon: ....

caller: To be honest, we're kinda worried about ya. I mean, you haven't been out of your house in months and I know nobody's been 'round to see ya 'cept the kid who brings the groceries. We figured it'd do ya good to get out and hang a little bit. Lotsa ladies around the bar on Saturdays, ya know. I mean, you gotta be missin' at least that. ....Right?

neonfreon: ....No. Thank you, but no. You see, you haven't been seeing me around because I've been very busy. After she left me and I lost my job I found a new purpose. It's something that's very important to me. The only thing, really. I can't let things like friends or women interfere. I would lose too much time.

caller: Oh...uh, OK. Well...um...what is it? What're you doin'?

neonfreon: I'm trying to destroy a message board.

caller: ....

neonfreon: On the internet.

caller: ....

neonfreon: It's not easy, you know. There's so much to be done. I really don't have time to hang out or talk to women anymore. To be honest, I don't even want to. This is what I do now and I won't rest until it's done. Even this call is putting me behind schedule.

caller: ...OK, man. I mean, we were just tryin' to help...

neonfreon: I don't need help. I don't need to hang out. I don't need to get laid. I don't need to leave my house....I don't need any of that.

caller: ....

neonfreon: I need to destroy a message board.

caller: ...Well...alright. Well...um...I'll talk to ya later? I guess?

neonfreon: OK.

[He hangs up the phone.]

[There was no caller.]

But who was phone ??

Quote:
There was no caller


Not bad, but it was funnier when Bob Newhart did it.

That's what I told my girlfriend about her last blowjob too.

I'm glad we can finally put to rest the nagging question of who is funnier between Bob Newhart and I.

dang, maybe that's what boo radley was up to

dang, maybe that's what boo radley was up to

A comment left by plummet was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by hedonismbot, woodenteeth, milkpants, Frankreich, aperson)

this is why you can't dish out lames

Why, because I'm complimenting rowboat on his riveting , fascinatingly detailed snapshot of Neonfreon's life? Damn if I can't even give people props for quality Assetbar posting, I deserve being unable to lame, you're so right man.

i feel bad about saying good things about rowboat now



You were lamed because you've said this entirely unfunny comment WAY too many times. It really isn't the unfunniness, it's the repetition.

maybe both

maybe

plummet is the guy who sucks

he also fails at teh funnay

sorry to disappoint you but i ain't no comedian, go read Tekende or Spinynorman if you want teh lulz

i never, ever want to read 'teh lulz'

but hedonismbot does and hedonismbot gets what hedonismbot wants

and he will Lame you if you dare think otherwise

if anything, hedonismbot will have sex with one of my relatives, if not me. which will be his problem.

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if anything, hedonismbot will have sex with all my relatives, if not me. which will be his problem.


Fixed

mo relatives mo problems. right biggie?

I don't know what
They want from me its like
The more relatives I have
The more get fucked by hedonismbot

Well, he'll Lame you when you're trying to be so good
he'll Lame you just like he said he would
he'll Lame you when you're trying to go home
And he'll Lame you when you're there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get Lamed

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*posts gifs.gif*
*cracks knuckles*

Oh my goodness that convulsing lady on the right is terrifying.

Also the one on the left looks like she's eating the white-haired woman's brain. The white-haired woman is pretty pleased with this.

so she should be, she's right through to the hypothalmus

EVERYONE: Stop laming plummet.

PLUMMET: Take your lames like a man, man.

Don't make me go all weepy Rodney-ass King on all ya'lls asses.

yeah seriously guys and ladies let's not go there.

i'll take my lames, but I can't promise there being any of Teh Funnay in my posts.

perhaps a master comedian and entertainer such as farqussus can enthrall the crowds instead

Plummet: The Boy Who Died of (teh) Sarcasm

Plummet: Who?

APERSON: Funnay On Teh Interwub

The Movie: The Game

I'd reply with what? but I honestly don't think you could handle the potential confusion. I mean, I could have been saying what about at least three different things (on the face of it)

why am i the subject of such vitriol? Just because i am a master comedian and entertainer, doesn't mean i have to be on at your whim

I'M FARQUSSUS

he totally is. hang him. i'm, uhh, Chesticles.

Chesticles! What news from the North?

onward internet soldiers

Wait, wait, so LN went off to Spirit Wales, and somehow Ray never even knew he was gone? I always just assumed Ray knew LN was going off to with Roast Beef's new parents-in-law.

...Why am I not overly surprised?

Perhaps you didn't notice when Iowerth made his observation of Ray as being a man with little to no interest in the world as it presents itself .

Those are key words for understanding Ray.

You concern yourself entirely too much with this state of affairs. Take a step back, relax and consider the portmanteau as a whole.

The only time Ray has demonstrably spoken to young Charles (alias Little Nephew) Smuckles is to
a) Tell him off
b) Belittle his skills
or
c) Ah Fuck you, you whingy little cunt.

I do not have the time for this.

As far as I can tell, this is the first time Ray has ever actually referred to Little Nephew as "Charley".

I like the X'd out last name, and the alt text best.

God I fucking hate the truancy office

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6 bucks for the packet of Doritos, one hundred and seventy bucks for the under the counter marijuana from Balram Bhadrak who's working 11 hour shifts and studying to become an actuary and dealing drugs at ridiculous prices which his boss started getting suspicious of, but then started running under Dried Herbs and giving receipts out for because it was a neglible amount next to the hundreds of dollars the same customer would buy in snacks and cakes. Though Balram would have maybe reconsidered if he knew that it would be taken back into time and to some degree into heaven therefore somewhat challenging his Hindu faith which is nothing anyone wants to deal with while doing Actuarial Studies.

Balram, like any true Actuary, completely lacks the imagination for any such fanciful-flightery. His deepest psyche, the very soul of his being, is a crudely doodled breast in the corner of a piece of graph paper, covered over by a nervous hand from the eyes of the Bureaucracy (in which his True Faith lies).

When Balram was a very small boy, very small boys talked to him.

Quite enjoayble Achewood episode!
That rapscallious cat seems to have forgotten his custodial duties for his ward! Furthermore, he seems to have theorized that the contumacious youth has sojourned to the woods, to test his mettle and faculties of self-preservation, consisting entirely upon insalubrious foodstuffs!

The rich cat did not notice his nephew was missing for a year

If you do not notice your ward has been missing for a year, this means that you have not been doing your custodial duties.
It's like if your car was stolen a year ago, but you don't notice, because you never leave your house.

Remember the Trans Am/KITT?

Trans Am? Trans Am?

...Oh! That Trans Am!

Trans Am aside, whilst drunk I stole a man's leather jacket.

This is an awful thing to do. However, he did not track me down until 6 months later.

For 5 and a half months he had not noticed it's absence.

He failed the custodial duty of his jacket.

Luckily I had the damn thing still in my possession.

Charles.

I'm sorry that I straight up roasted your door-bell.

man what the hell man the discussion on assetbar is weak tonight. it is a fail. we should talk about something interesting. we should party!

ASSETSURVEY:
1) Your name
2) Age
3) Favorite color
4) Favorite partner to Fred Astaire
5) Most embarrassing moment
6) Picture of you wearing your best hat
7) What are you running from

1) Citations Rare
2) Rare to Medium
3) Medium Ginger
4) Ginger Rogers
5) Rogers Goat
6) Goat Skin
7) Skin Heads

Well played, good sir

my name: Joe
my age: 65
fav color: My whole world is black
Fred Astaire: The guy owes me five bucks
embarrassing moment: at tech support job, sent instant message to co-worker saying that new co-worker seemed uncomfortable with computers. Sent it to the new co-worker by accident. In retrospect I could have immediately flooded his IM window with garbage so he couldn't read it... I'm not always a quick thinker.
best hat: I don't wear hats.
running from: The system.

it was embarassing to say str8 up to a man what u thought of him 2 his face? i pity you, fool

ps. lern 2 step up n stop takin' shit. u only gots 1 life 2 live u gon' let wat a bitch finks mess wit ur brain? come on

gladdi, you are so one dimensional
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what the fuck is that? why would you post that here?

gah

GAHHHHH

danegelder came.

That is a Juggalette and a Juggalo. I was up last night watching youtube clips of ICP. If you enjoy watching train wrecks such as you see on the TV show COPS or Operation Repo then you will be equally enthralled by ICP.

I finally found this interview of ICP ICP Vs. Eminem (parts 1, 2, and 3). This was pretty interesting because ICP was discussing going the route of independent merchandising and distribution, just like Onstad does. And I watched this ICP interview on the O'Reilly Factor

So after anyway, I watched some video clips, I read on wikipedia about the myserious Juggalope[IMGS OFF] and all in all, it's like, what the fuck, right... it's like I discovered a new species. A new species of creature that's begging to be shot because of how much pain it's in. I mean, don't get me wrong, the Juggalopes are endearing creatures in their own way. Finally, I concluded that the only way to explain their existence is the old standard... 'oh yeah... people are stupid, aren't they' Maybe people huff a little too much glue, or they get left with a TV in their crib a little too long during crucial develop mental years... I think that this explains the majority of Juggalopes and Jugalettos. But... Still, they seem like nice and well intentioned people for the most part. And hey, better that they be marching in their own spontaneously self-organized ICP army than signing up for Scientology or worshiping Dick Cheney or his more moderate daughters.

Anyone who self identifies as part of an Insane Clown's posse deserves to be laughed at. That's what clowns are for!

If ICP makes you laugh then you're not doing it right.

>People who like things I don't like are stupid

I agree with this post.

Linear, even

I gotta say, insane clown stupidity aside, that girl in the Supergirl getup is kinda hot. Unfortunately, the dude next to her is a total boner-killer.

I'd hit it (with a tire iron).

Let me point you to her soul patch. What the fuck?

That is an unfortunate lip piercing. I think.

I hope.

I gotta take stock.

It would take more than five fingers to count all of the unfortunate things about that girl, and I know your other hand's busy.

Speaking of wich, that guy in the background seems like he's already hitting the meat dildo

tekende, I am glad to hear that you like girls with no boobs who don't wash their hair. Your options in life will be plentiful.


right now, a cat lady is licking her hands and smoothing her lank mane

She is not a real cat, she just owns a few; and imagines.

I have no problem with flat-chested girls in the main. I believe I have mentioned elsewhere on assetbar my obscene crush on porn actress Melissa Ashley.

Anyway, I only said the chick in that picture is kind of hot. Like...she could be hot if she cleaned up. She is not necessarily unattractive.

Tekende, you have forced me to change the breast-man password yet again. You are no longer a breast man. All breast men, hit your special browser button, then follow this link:

Roger Roger.

Well, I ain't really an ass man. I suppose I'm just a dude of strange cares.

HOLE MAN!

Relax, Tekende. I too am a connoisseur of the more shall we say less amply breasted woman. It beats the fuck out of sagging fatbags...

True enough. Besides, the nipples are kind of the most fun part of breasts anyway.

I'd chubby you, but I wasted them all foolishly on earlier funny things, as opposed to true insight. Forgive my errant ways.

I read that as moist fun and found nothing to disagree with.

Breast milk!

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When it says that teens who choose milk tend to be leaner, does that mean if they choose it over beer, or a nice glass of actual fat?

1) Some call me "E"
2) The births of men are not recorded in my village.
3) Crimson
4) Red 1996 Dirt Devil
5)
6)
7) Suspicious minds, minds which ask too many questions, I think...

1) Freddie
2) 19 1/4
3) Shepherd's Hair
4) Fava beans and a nice Chianti
5) That time I killed Mr. Andrews with a fumbled cricket bowl.
6) My hair disagrees with hats.
7) The ghost of Mr. Andrews. It's cool, though, I think I trapped him in those ancient ruins in the North.

1) They call me MISTER Octafish!
2) Jeez it's right there in my profile
3) Blue
4) Jerry/Olivia Newton-John it is a tie
5) One moment in an embarassing life? Uh the time I realised hyperbole wasn't pronounced hyper-bowl.
6) I do the Saftey Dance
7) What have you got?

I gotta replace number 5 with going at least 3 feet over the curb (half the car on someone's lawn) during my driving test parallel parking
\m/

The instructor didn't say anything

He just shook his head and sighed.

1) Malkovich Malkovich
2) Malkovich
3) Malkovich Malkovich, Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich... Malkovich.
4) Haha... Malkovich Malkovich, Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich... Malkovich Malkovich. Malkovich?
5) Malkovich. Malkovich Malkovich.
6) Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich.
7) MALKOVICH! MALKOVICH! MALKOVICH MALKOVICH MALKOVICH?! MALKOVICH!!!

hmm... the pic didn't update. Pretend it did. (lames expected)

If you keep this schtick up, I won't lame you.

Even only:
2) Later Holocene Epoch
4) Alexander Mundy
6) [IMGS OFF]

hasn't little nephew been gone since beef's wedding? yeah. lets wrap this shit up, onstad.

I think this strip demonstrates, more than anything else, that Ray really doesn't understand anything about Little Nephew. I'm not talking about the not-noticing-he's-gone-for-a-year thing, that just shows he's a terrible parent. I'm talking about the fact that anybody could ever imagine Charley Smuckles living in the woods of his own volition.

It could be possible that L'il Nephew's ticket was a probationary sort of thing, so a-la-twilight-zone magical realism, L'il Nephew was absented from the space-time continuum without it noticing... had they decided to keep him, then his absence would have been recorded retroactively....?

Or, if he traveled to the past, maybe Iorweth secretly registered him at school a year before the present date in order to create the truancy claim.

or maybe it's an internet comic about talking animals and get the fuck over whinging about continuity and canon

Dude's just playing around. Chill the fuck out before you start looking like the main bitch in all the land.

Not an easy status to attain in this particular land. So much competition.

Pretty much the worst use of a time traveling device ever.

Agreed. *I can time travel... what shall I do.*

*aha! I know, I'll make an enrollment for the boy I am taking with me, to the past, for a year from today*

Honestly, I hope Little Nephew turns out to be Ray's Grand^n parent.

goddammit this isn't lost

So whatever happened to Connie's bitch , anyway?

i guess she fulfilled her duty as Plot Device Of The Month and was put out to pasture.

we'll probably see her later, or not.

Looks like someone's had a nasty divorce recently.

[IMGS OFF]

the is this freak ?

He looks liek Rake Yohn

is a girl. from this is the video titled "let's go all the way."

so wow I just got a debt collector call from this outfit that won't stop calling me about this AT&T bill I refused to pay 4 years ago. So I start channeling ICP and I tell ya the call went much better like that. Finally the bitch is like "are you bored?" The important thing about debt collector calls is that you never hang up. never hang up. You make them hang up. One style I been using lately is kinda a stream of consciousness acid trippy kinda persona. And I try to have nice conversation with the caller. Brighten up their day. Maybe change subject to politics. Make them laugh a little. Share the love, share the enlightenment. Maybe (probably) the debt collector person is programmed with hate and right-wing warmongering values by the employment environment. So I like to subversify that all.

i suggest paying your tax, hippy. ( Not really , keep the love going man

The poor schlub calling to collect is a fellow working stiff. I doubt that they are in any way allied with hate or right-wing values. When a collection attorney calls, that's a different matter entirely.

I'm sure that some bill collectors are doing a normal job, but this particular outfit seems to me to be more of a boiler-room operation that attempts to brow-beat people into paying up on bills that have long since been written off by all the other bill collectors who couldn't collect on the bills with normal means and technique. They employ teenagers who are ignorant and arrogant. The folks who can be the most convincing and effective at extorting money out of people are the folks who believe their own lies and instruments of persuasion. Ignorance and arrogance mixed with a pro-big-business bent generally implies right-wing ideology. Plus, my 4 year old AT&T bill is like $75 if even that. Who wastes time trying to collect on $75? That kinda peanuts needs to be off-shored to have anything left after paying for the collection effort. But these dudes are operating here in the U.S. so you know they are making money somehow - basically by not paying their employees anything, by forcing a high rate of turn-over, and by only keeping the most effective (read ruthless (read right-wing)) employees. I mean, there's no way you can make money off of piddly accounts other than pushing the limit of decency and legality and then some.
I wonder if they even bought my delinquent account at all, or if they merely found it in a credit report and decided to 'adopt' it. After all, it's almost 4 years old. it should have been written off by now.

anywho, the outfit is named RPM, and the administrative office phone # (not the one they give to their victims) is 425-412-2600. company owner is Howard George. head of HR is Karen George. tell them Elliot sent you.

Beg to differ. Those schlubs are not working stiffs. They are paid parasites.
"Leeches, ticks, mosquitos, Oh My!"

I gotta admit I kinda want a giant dragon powered by slave-clowns now.

only now do you realize this

It's more that I never had the audacity to dream of such a conveyance before now. If I had known giant hamster wheels for humans actually existed...

Boo is no mere hamster, he is a miniature giant space hamster !

GO FOR THE EYE BOO' GO FOR THE EYE

why do i keep reading 'boo' used as a name today?

it is starting to get radley odd
i guess I ought to scout for more evidence as to why this going on

I mean I don't mean to harper on you guys, but if
I atticus, I'd guess it was just all coincidence.

I chubbied this. I hope I will not be alone in doing so.

"radley" odd is a stretch, even as puns go.

Boy, I'm gonna stretch your asshole over your head. Get ready.

karljw, you are a real ratFinch, and you are putting me in a Dill of a pickle.

it Maycomb as a surprise to you, but I am a Jem of this community!

Could someone light my lantern on the subject, i will admit i have no freaking idea what you sophisticated people are musing about

I forgot what it was called, but I'm pretty sure it was banned by P.E.T.A.

I guess you Frenchies don't study any classic American literature in your fancy schools, huh

Maybe we should just mock the frenchie some more.

autrepoupee is punning on names from harper lee's To Kill a Mockingbird , alluded to above by neonfreon.

I my defence I didn't use the name Boo, even though it may seem I did. I was actually referencing "The Hunting of the Snark" in which the Snark turns out to be a Boojum. The Baker finds the snark;

It's a Snark!" was the sound that first came to their ears,
And seemed almost too good to be true.
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words "It's a Boo-"
Then, silence.

If your snark turns out to be a boojum you will softly and suddenly vanish away, and never be met with again.

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a giant dragon powered by slave-clowns

has replaced the four horsemen as the harbinger of the Apocalypse.

Pestilence was voted out unanimously, but managed to give War a canker sore before he was ejected from the office.

Shit, I read that as "fourth" horseman. Sorry mum, sorry dad, sorry New Dad.

In any case, Pestilence wasn't voted out. he quit in frustration when penicillin was invented. Pollution quickly popped up to take his place.

See I was going to go with a Good Omens reference there, and just barely decided against it.

S'okay son. But it's important to know that the canker sore was on the outside. That there's the herpes. That's a sign you shouldn't be puttin' yer willy up in that harbringer of the Apocalypse. Now go fetch her sister for me.

Where was that clown army during the New York 2004 Republican Convention where there were real pigs to go up against instead of that jerkoff youtube shit?


Its kind of awesome when the nation of islam-looking guys are dance-battling the skinhead-looking guys

i guess its a pretty lazy metaphor fir togetherness but it gets points for visual appeal

i liked that song better when it was nice and legitimately gentle, not pretend macho

Oh dear lord. I have completed my first read-through of the Achewood archive.
LETS PART-AY. Gin House, anyone?

i blur deh line between gude an ebil,
i neveh lean 2 hard one way or deh other
but from every plate i nibble

i ride drew deh stree(t)s.
no one sees me
except the criminal
he flees
i hunt him down like an animal
a slobbering, ferocious beast
once caught i show no mercy
not in the least
i am a primal fury unleashed

a criminal's criminal i slaughter the villains
tis not enough for me, to simple kill them
i inflict serious pain
an' flush they fingernails
down the drain
and take an enormous bite
out of their brain

the scene i leave is gruesome, terriblr
heads missing, blood eerywhere, half-eaten brain
like hannible
but i am not he, no no,
i dispence justice like no other
i am the punisher


ib u were here i'd read it to you and you'd be like "oh ok i get it" but is not the case. you are there, i m here. forever divided by our glowin' screens, so close we hab become, indeed, but we shall neveh know eachothers loving embraces or reassuring touchs. we will 4eveh be close, but our tribularies will nebeh link up, save til we reach deh ocean (death). deh final destination for all rivehs, big n small.

You know, thanks to the Youtube technology, you can actually read things to people on the internet.

Aw, man. You were this close to getting your first ever chubby from me, glad. Really lost it there at the end, though.

Onstad's really cheapening the name of Tuesday Afternoon by making empty Tuesday Afternoon promises.

Perhaps he got darknoon and lightnoon mixed up.

i gave this one a five SOLELY on alt-text