and damages it by inserting a bunch of superfluous narration ...
in yellow boxes the color of my kitchen counter. My wife hates that counter color, but I kind of like it, so I'll just write a bit more. There are two Asian girls standing here, looking at you.
Here you go, big guy. The first of the Ronco solar-powered anal douches, hot off the assembly line. We'll have 500 ready for Christmas.
Great. Far as I can tell, the whole stripcreator community needs them.
Allo, I am ze late great Jacques Cousteau. Please do not send ze anal douches to ze stripcreators. It might harm ze marine life inside ze douches and make me unhappy.
Sixteen of your compatriots have already called in. Sigh, I'll stop the deliveries. With French like that, who needs enemas?
A sense of humor is a measurement of the extent to which you realize you are trapped in a world almost totally devoid of reason. Laughter is how you release the anxiety you feel at this knowledge.
Ha, ha.
Ho ho ho, hee hee hah woo!
Bwahahahaha ha ha ha ha hahahahahah wahahaha heeheehohoohahaha!
This specimen has been drinking Scotch on the rocks. He is very drunk.
This one has been drinking Bourbon and water. He is totally zonked.
And this one has been drinking "lite beers," which are essentially watered down malt beverages. He is completeley plastered ... Computer, RECORD: water causes drunkenness in Species 6109.
The money may be good, but never, ever take a job tending bar at an Irish Pub Internet Cafe.
One Harp lager. You want draft or a 12-ounce bottle?
I want it in a half 1337r mug.
The clientele will drive you absolutely nuts.
All your Bass are belong to me. Nyuk nyuk nyuk!
Oh, brother!
You wouldn't believe some of their requests.
My name is Craig. I only have a few months to live, and my dying wish is to get a postcard certifying that I broke the world record for getting the most Guinnesses...
There you have it. President Bush has just proven Fermat's Last Theorem, recited "Hamlet," and solved the Grand Unifying Theory of Physics. Now for his policy speech.
What a genius!
My fellow Americans, We need to shore up the economy. No longer will we be subsidizing the rich with useless and fiscally irresponsible tax cuts.
Absolutely brilliant.
I know many of you are concerned with Iraq, and I am ready to tell you the real reason behind this conflict. Saddam, we will stand down our troops if only you return our stapler.
Hello, Buffy, I just wanted you to know that I've set the volcano next to your house to erupt in 90 seconds, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Mwahahahaha!
That's what you think, Siegfried. Transformo-bot and I will be able to save the day!
You called for me?
Yes, Transformo-bot. I need you to transfrm into a giant stapler so that we can staple the volcano ...
A new version of "Bedazzled" was released this week. The good news: it's more faithful to the Cook/Moore classic than the 2000 remake.
The bad news: It's dumbed down for today's audiences, who won't figure out that the Devil is twisting every wish maximally. Thus, the wishes are just stated explicitly. Like this:
And for my next wish I want to be a lesbian nun, bound to a vow of silence, jumping up and down on a trampoline, all the while as I make pffffffffft noises.
I still can't get over what happened to Brad. The poor guy, what a horrible thing to have your face disfigured in an accident like that.
And it's turned him into a complete bastard. He's been kicking regulars off stripcreator for no reason. Spankling's been banned. Boorite is banned. EVEN GABE GOT BANNED.
Relax, folks - this is just a hideous alternative future
I can't believe he's gone all bad. Look, he wove my living room rug. Any guy who does something like that HAS to be sensitive.
I don't know if he still does rugs. But I've got a Mexican friend who's tight with Brad. I bet I can find out.
Hola, Pete, que pasa?
I've got a question, Jose: Does that scarred Spankling banner yet weave?
Hello, it's me. The President. You're probably wondering right now how I got to being here. This is what happened.
George ran his hand up and down inside Barbara's teddy, squirting some Astroglide onto his finger and inserting it into her tight fanny, while whispering cowboy talk into her ear...
Nine months later, here I am, a breathing, walking advertisement for Trojan conundrums.
Excuse me, I'm looking for the philosophers' house. Do you know where it is?
Right down the street. But it's not a house, it's a conundruminium.
Oh my god, you are so sexy! Forget the philosophers, take me inside and fuck my brains out!
Have you ever wondered why other guys get all the babes while you sit at home in your miserable house? It's not money, looks or smarts ...
No, it's because there's no bigger turn-on than a masterful pun. And now you too can learn to pun like the pros. Enroll in the Fuzzykauf School, and we guarantee your dates will triple.