I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING.
September 28, 2007
September 26, 2007
This guy is hilarious
Who decides what can and can’t go on a flag anyway? Is there a worldwide flag council overseeing this stuff? Presumably drawings are permitted – the Welsh flag’s got the right idea with that lovely dragon – but what about photographs? If, say, the Dutch decided to replace their boring tricolour with some hardcore pornography, would they still be allowed to hang it outside the UN?Or what about sarcastic flags?
If I was prime minister of Iraq – which I’m not – I’d commission a parody of the Stars and Stripes and insist on using that. Replace the stripes with missile trails and the stars with skulls. And a little cartoon of George Bush pooing into a bucket or something. It wouldn’t cost much and it would make literally everyone in the world laugh out loud. And perhaps all that laughter would bring us all together as one, and we’d spend the rest of the century hugging each other and tumbling around in a great big bed. Or perhaps not.
*Hums the lord of the rings Shire theme.*
September 24, 2007
Best paragraph of the freaking day
Oops, no Global States and Economy notes for 9/24 I guess… ヽ(゜ー゜;)ノ
Read this at the Guardian – one of their humor columns. It was at the bottom; you know, the “about the writer” section.
This week Charlie saw The Bourne Ultimatum: “I got quite excited when the CIA hacked into a journalist’s Guardian email account, because I’ve got one of those so it felt a bit as if I was being personally violated, right there in the cinema, by the Americans. It’s also the loudest film I’ve ever seen.”
September 19, 2007
This is what I get for reading trash news.
I decided to read some random MSNBC article on O.J. Simpson’s latest run in with the law. I was uninterested until I read this part:
Jailers have called Simpson cooperative. He had several visits from lawyers and a short visit from a jail chaplain, who gave him reading glasses, a Bible, and a devotional book, “The Purpose Driven Life,” police said.
“Hahahaha, what the hell!? I have that book!” – me.
It’s just weird to see it randomly show up like that. I should totally get Orange Juice Simpson to sign my book now. (No, not really. No. No.)
September 6, 2007
August 26, 2007
Pink
(Chris) (7:40:11 PM): check this out
puyopuyooon@gmail.com (7:40:11 PM): lol
(Chris) (7:40:13 PM): i read it somewhere..
(Chris) (7:40:14 PM): So, I have a simple proposal that would have as much effect on gun crime as a lot of the restrictions that have been passed in the last 13 years:
Make All Guns Pink.
That’s right: Pink.
We know that psycho schoolkid killers think they are tough. They’d never use a pink gun. Have you ever heard of a psycho crazy using a pink weapon before? Absurd. Therefore, if all the guns are pink, we’ll be safe. Safety orange and lime green will be OK, too, I suspect. No self-respecting psycho crazy’d be seen dead with a lime green .44 magnum.
Oh, and make it illegal to repaint them.
Do you feel safe, now?
puyopuyooon@gmail.com (7:40:34 PM): Hahahahaha
August 21, 2007
August 20, 2007
August 16, 2007
It rhymes with “voice.”
I just learned that Dr. Seuss is properly pronounced (as he himself stated) like “Doctor Zoice.” Le mind, it is le blown away.
More fun facts:
“He entered Lincoln College, Oxford, intending to earn a Ph.D in literature. At Oxford he met Helen Palmer Geisel, married her in 1927, and went to the United States without earning the degree. The “Dr.” in his pen name is an acknowledgment of his father’s unfulfilled hopes that Seuss would earn a doctorate at Oxford.”
