4 sayle 1 horce

All we know is, he’s definitely Canadian-bred.

humorous pictures

raincoaster’s celebrity lookalike

No Face. Iz not so bad akshuly. Iv stil got my poet tree

Kaonashi (No-Face)
A masked, cloaked spirit who feeds on the emotions of others.

I DID try. I tried it twice. And each time I uploaded a photo of my beaming mug, the thrice-accurst meme-jockeys in the nth circle of hell where automated “funny kontent” is generated snickered amongst themselves and sent back, “Sorry, no faces were detected in this photo…”

Married To The Sea

Okay. Fine. BE that way. I’ve still got my poetry.

a writer’s life: it’s not all skittles and beer

Sometimes it’s vengeful dames and whiskey sours. Welcome to my world:

Stolen from Gawker, which is quite the Kids in the Hall fanclub this weekend.

PS: Kids in the Hall were formed in 1984. Oh, GOD I’m old.

Proof the Recession is Real

Everyone is talking about this Recession, saying that all the numbers are in and it’s a sure thing. Yet, I see no breadlines, hear no word of Wall Street defenestrations (must! pray! harder!). But today proof has emerged that the dreaded Recession, with its associated Stagflation (which sounds like a half-boner at a Bachelor Party) and other related, undead terms rising from the grave of the Seventies, has returned to haunt us like the ghost of Sonny Bono.

What dismal form has this proof taken? Nothing less than a video showing that the noxious poison of the economic downturn has the very GODS in its gory paws.

Cthulhu layoffs.

John Lennon: the postmortem interview

John and Yoko, yo

As the hordes of devoted raincoaster aficionados are undoubtedly aware, we here at Operation Global Media Domination Headquarters have at our tentacletips the controls of a vast machinery of media manipulation whose reach spans not only this puny planet, but space and even time itself. And they know, as well, that there is nothing we would not do to completely satisfy the insatiable needs of our readership, nothing we would not hastily stuff into the voracious, slavering maw of the news hole to seal it, if only for a split second.

Through the wonders of modern AI, we have now obtained an exclusive interview with the late John Ono (Winston) Lennon.

Don’t say we never did nuthin’ for ya.

What is your first name (this is John talking with his fingers)
> rain
You don’t need anyone to tell you who you are, rain.
> No, I don’t. Can I ask you a question?
I’ll have to talk to Ringo and see how he feels. Rain , let’s change the subject.
> What do you think of Yoko suing Nixon’s lawyer?
Yoko suing nixons lawyer ? yoko suing nixons lawyer would have the final say.
> What will she say?
Is that a rhetorical question?
> No. Why do you always let Yoko have the final say?
I don’t know about that, mate. Only in the mornings.
> Is she going to win?
I don’t know about that, mate.
> Yes, you do.
That is why I am always on about peace, you see. Seven days.

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