Hey all. I enjoy humor, I don't enjoy mindless profanity or typos. Unfortunately, sometimes I slip into the latter instead of the former. Oh well. Thanks all for putting me in your profiles; good to know I'm loved :)
Geezus H. Criminey! Why are you driving that spike into your forehead?!
Read that letter on the table.
"Dear AOL Customer; Due to our recent merger, Bugs Bunny has seized your bank account, and Elmer Fudd is impounding your vehicle. That's all, folks! Love, Steve Case" Hmm...
This is J. P. Stick here, making an impassioned plea to you comic strip makers out there, to please, PLEASE, refrain from making me drive that damn nail into my head. It STINGS!
Suddenly, Joe Q. Comicmaker enters the scene...
Hey, Stickboy!
Finally, a sympathetic voice! Yes, understanding comic maker?
Hello. I'm Quirky Zots. You know me as the guy that always gets typecast as a mad scientist type.
"I'm usually portrayed animating dead skeletons or shown lighting people on fire. The truth is, I abhor violence and evil."
Look at me! I'm all skin and bones! Nyuk nyuk nyuk.
And I'm actually not smiling all the time; I suffer from lockjaw. A rabid squirrel bit me when I was six, and ever since then I was made fun of for looking like--
This is the dreaded second year Spanish class. The teacher was infamous for doling out large amounts of grammatical torture. Rebellious rumblings were underfoot. On this particular day, she wrought up
Josh! Name, in order of historical importance, the 347 tenses of the verb "escuchar!"
Fortunately, the class was prepared for such a calamity. I stalled while my colleagues prepared the escape plan.
I held out as long as I could, for the teacher was becoming suspicious of the sudden overwhelming need for the bathroom pass. It was then that I knew that we needed the wooden badger.
Fast food turf war. Burger King employees ran into Wendy's and called her a "hoebag". They then proceeded to scream "BK REPRESENT!" and shot mustard packets all around inside.
And then Ice Cube attacked Mcdonald's with rancid KFC buckets. This could take a while.
Methinks my Chicken Mcnugget protest can wait until next week...
Alright, self, this is enough. You've been slouching through life for far too long, and all it's gotten you is this trash can in some dark alley. I need a way to pick myself up from my bootstraps.