Picking among a group of personal favourites was quite tough, but here it goes:
Runners-Up:
Codehappykid for Zen 3
Denyer for I Wish I Could Talk To My Dad Like This
Zaster for Halloween in April
Finalists:
Third Place Funny because it's so damn true:
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Rule #7: If you want a job at Wal-Mart, don't be gay.
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| Although your repeated requests to take me to dinner have made me uncomfortable in the past, sir, I've decided to take you up on the offer. | |
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Rule #8: No matter when you shop there, they never have any more of YOUR brand of deodorant.
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| Excuse me, do you have anymore Right Guard Sportâ„¢? | |
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| We're out, sir. All we have left is Jimmy Joe Bob's Famous Armpit Detergent. | |
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Rule #9: Even though they are displayed prominently, asking a Wal-Mart employee in the midwest where the condoms are will garner disdain.
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| Excuse me, where are your condoms? | |
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| The devices of Satan are in aisle four, sir. | |
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Second Place Incredibly clever:
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| By the seventh sepulchre of obsidian... | |
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| ...by the eldritch wastes of Tartarus... | |
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| ...by the lachrymose shrieks of the never-born... | |
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| ...by the chthonic depths of the lightless river, and the time-forgotten sentinels who speak not... | |
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| ...and then it's third on your left. You can't miss it. | |
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Winner I'm a sucker for filth:
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| Not tonight, I have a headache. | |
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| What if I just put an aspirin on my dick and you take it off with your mouth? | |
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Congratulations, Dcom, take it away.