I need that xkcd comic “somebody is wrong on the internet” but the person is not typing furiously, instead they are beat down into nothing. They can’t even respond to Yglesias trolling over the postal service or Drum contrarianing over complaining about the Olympics. And then being very sad about Inkblot being killed by a coyote. It is the dog days.
If you feel like being laid low, enjoy these animated graphs about the melting of the Arctic.
Maybe I should post some reruns. IC3W3DG3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FRIST!
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P.S. I meant to put up a guest post picture for you, but it was too hard to log in (by which I mean, find my password, etc.)
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I was going to zombudsblog about Tucker the orange responding to his Twitter being hacked by offering to give away a gun to the first person who could identify the culprit.
Orange you glad you didn’t try the frozen urine treats NOW, Chuckles?
Also, skittles.
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Heh- I did think about that. YOU MEAN CHOCOLATE SKITTLES, LGM.
Apropos of nothing and no punchline:
Me: What was the funniest thing you saw at camp?
The Lovely Daughter: Chelsea and Charlotte and Ajay did a sketch about the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
Me: Okay…what was funny about it?
TLD: Abraham Lincoln was watching a play in a theatre and he got smacked to the ground with a gun.
Me: Okay, so what did they say?
TLD: Abraham Lincoln died.
Me: Yes yes, that’s what happened, but I’m trying to figure out what the funny part is. What was the punchline?
TLD: …
Me: The punchline is the part of any joke where the funny part is. In a riddle the punchline is the answer to the riddle.
TLD: The punchline is if you are Abraham Lincoln don’t go to the theatre.
The punchline is dad just doesn’t get it.
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That would drive me to the drink.
Seriously- “HA HA DON’t YOU GET IT? DON’T GO TO THE THEATER!!!!!!! HA HA”
Generation gap humor is the most depressing.
Though, to rescue myself- perhaps the joke was the fact that the skit was even performed. I would accept that as an answer.
Mars b*tch*s!!!
Now that we have got that out of our systems normal shall be returning.
Baman, Piderman & Abaham
It’s called calving, which makes it sound warm and mammalian. It makes me want to put on a North Face jacket, take pictures of it from the deck of an icebreaker, and pass around cigars…
I almost cried watching the excitement of M*rs B*tches!
Did you have a Mars Bar while you watched?
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Clearly your problem is not enough logged cobs.
HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS IS CRAZY
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BUT I’M A DINGO AND I ATE YOUR BABY
Or your Goobie. Since she wouldn’t smile at me, my mustache whipped about furiously, and dragged her wailing body into my gaping maw. Or maybe that was four Chicago “dawgs” that I ate.
Or your Goobie. Since she wouldn’t smile at me, my mustache whipped about furiously, and dragged her wailing body into my gaping maw. Or maybe that was four Chicago “dawgs” that I ate.
Did she see you in sash and princess hat?? That could have taken the edge off of the stache… or maybe amped it up. I’m not sure.
Three Bulls is educational and informative. I just realized my mechanic looks like Alex Lifeson.
How about crowdsourced novels?
Chuckles, can you get some sort of Cthulhu going for next year’s Air Guitar? I mean, THAT would be a mustache.
Oh, and THANKS for ruining “Call Me, Maybe” for me.
Everything is ruined forever. – Jeph Jaques.
I vow to not shave until I have a non-Euclidean mustache. I think my relationship will survive this. Maybe.
Oh my.
Paul Ryan: Former Wienermobile Driver, Future Vice President?
Lest we forget!
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I mean, LEST WE FORGET!
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It’s like the olden days over here with all these commenters!
Who brought chocolate skittles??
I’d rather have Strawberry Twizzlers.
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Are you OK, Pinko? The news from your area sounded a little scary.
I am logging in from the SF public library to check on Pinko.
That’s how far I’ve fallen
What are the news from San Antonio? I missed whatever it was, but that isn’t exactly news, I live in the early 20th century part of Virginia.
Love you guys. Someone shot up Big Cloverhill today. Sad. Possible mental illness as well.
Pinko, why did you get evicted? Don’t Texas employees get paid enough to afford an apartment?
glad that Mr. PP and fam are safe. but sad cause reality makes roland emmerich movies look credible.
The only implications of violence I would allow in this case is if it were the joking and gentle patter of rolos being projected in slow motion from a fantastical acoustic guitar that shoots rolos in slow motion. This one was just heartbreaking all around.
Clearly, I’ll just have to keep a supply of Rolos within arms reach at all times. You never know when you might bump into Pinko Punko like a small jellyfish bumping into other small jellyfish at near relativistic speeds.