The whole of the Interwebs are alight with chatter of whether or not a nekkid lady is reflected in Dick Cheney’s sunglasses. I say that’s ridiculous. Have you ever seen Dick Cheney? No woman would get naked in front of him. Here’s a few guesses of mine.
What are your guesses?
Last night we were sitting at a crowded bar when this trampy woman with a bottle or two of cheap perfume on, smashed into Lizz in an effort to order a drink. Everything in the area soon took on her stench. I told Lizz that the woman smelled like “a whore rolled in blue cheese” which made her spew her drink. I thought it was a pretty good insult.
What’s your best? Not one you’ve heard, but the best one you’ve ever made up yourself.
It takes a real man to be a _______________.
I don’t mind when a person wants to shave their head bald, but if they have a head shape that makes them look like a cross between a concentration camp victim and an Idaho baker, I’d say reconsider.
UGGs still suck. Period. You still want to wear these monstrosities? I will hate you. And everyone else agrees with me.
Extreme combovers. Seriously. Die.
Image via Lung the Younger
With assistance from Lizz
Image via Kirk Stump, “These signs are from a recently closed pharmacy in Des Moines, IA. Just thought you would find them amusing.”
You know how agencies name lame products after tough animals? Like you might see a golf cart called, “The Grizzly”, a garden rake called the “Garden Shark”, or a leaf blower called the Undead Man-Eating, Aztec Destroyer of Souls 6500 ZX?
OK, so maybe “Garden Shark” was a bit of a stretch.
I generally get worried when I see those things. Like maybe the Grizzly golf cart will chase me up a tree, smash my lunch box and scoop salmon out of a nearby river.
Yesterday, Royal Oak seemed to fall apart.
What happened in your town?
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