I must have missed that episode. Tell me, dear reader, would Carrie Bradshaw and Neo not have the dumbest, most perfectly styled baby of all time? Also, if that ain’t Laurence Fishburne, who the fuck is it? I recognize the White Rabbit.
Stolen from Cat’s blog.
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You want Zen?
You can’t handle Zen, motherfucker.
Whatever you call them, you are wrong.
Whatever they call you, they are wrong.
Now, dear one, tell me: where do you call to? And to whom?
The true call is silent and there is no misunderstanding it
once your ears are tuned to hear it.
channeling the late, lamented and demented Robert Anton Wilson
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Ten bucks? How is this not sold out yet? Why, it’s almost as clever as Darth Tater!
He’s modeled more on the 80’s cartoon Optimus than the version we’ll see in theaters soon — and yes, we’re going, even if Michael Bay is a no-talent clown — and he even comes with a mini semi-truck, just in case you forgot what he looks like when he’s not, you know, a potato.
From Uncrate, via the unexpectedly rich vein of commenter gold on Defamer.
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There goes the last of my childhood heroes. All I can say is, wow, that must have been quite the party. Can’t wait for the first grainy cellcam footage to show up on YouTube.
Actually, who am I kidding? Nancy had a stick up her ass the size of the Washington Monument. Trixie Belden was the cool one.
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Handy for office or home! Throw a couple in the car when you go camping, too! It’s always best to be prepared for anything, so be sure to team it with our Zombie Attack Safety Poster as well.
Stolen from the Grim’s Homepage.
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