What can we learn from this latest example of another highly educational and uplifting squid-related video on the service-driven and ennobling ol’ raincoaster blog?
Hot girls are cheap, plentiful, and obviously desperate for work in Hollywood.
Word to the Kracken.
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We like to take credit where credit is due, and sometimes where it isn’t, but we at the ol’ raincoaster blog do think we were on this Shakespearean meme first. Still, we welcome the appearance of more classically-trained bloggers.
In related news:
The Most Improbable Meme in the World Soldiers On
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Suffer the little children to keep away from this creepy, Pedophiterian light switch plate from Jesus of the Week.
Jesus looks entirely too happy to see them. What do you think he’s saying to them, anyway? I bet it’s in a husky whisper, too.
Do you think it’s nope, can’t do it. Strange: all I wanted to do was mildly twist a handful of the words from the Last Supper, but something in me won’t let me do it.
Maybe the Cartesian bet-hedger? My father always said he didn’t believe in God but that he, Dad, was agnostic, not athiest, and when you’d ask him why the apparent contradition, he’d happily tell you there was no point pissing off God and he, Dad, didn’t have any proof that He, God, didn’t exist, so why take the chance?
Quite sensible really, and I wonder how that’s been working out for him the past couple of years. Probably not that well: something tells me God likes those who bet to win.
Speaking of which, what are the odds they found the body of Jesus? And what I really wanna know is, have they found any suspects? I never trusted that Loki, myself.
And now, a few words from King Missile, the Los Angeles-based performance art phenomenon, on how cool Jesus was. How cool was Jesus?
Jesus Was Way Cool
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A sweet, funny little video about the birth of the now-famous YouTube the goat. Hope you’re not eating Ethiopian tonight…
I was gonna post some Larry Birkenhead/Howard K. Stern slashporn, but this is just too cute not to toss on the blog immediately.
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As I’m waaaaay over on the West End lately, taking a course, I’m often stuck using public computers during the daytime, as it is too far for me to walk home and back on my lunch hour and between appointments where the government dicks me around, and yea verily, I am very tired of taking the limo.
There is a problem with public computers, however.
The public.
If they could just use the computer without poking the monitor with a greasy finger, presumably to stabilize themselves, while making “huh-huh” Beavis and Butthead noises, perhaps I could continue to use the computers which the government has, after all, put there for the citizenry such as myself to use.
Seriously, though: the next time someone repeatedly mutters to himself while seated next to me at a public computer station, I will rip out his tongue, tie it around his neck, pull his eyes out and tuck his dangling optic nerves under the tongue/cravat which I have fashioned, I will pop the eyeballs one by one into my mouth and swallow them whole, praying that they are still somehow transmitting messages to his brain as they slowly dissolve in the cauldron of sulphuric acid to which I have sent them, and then I will suggest that he request that the Ministry provide him with a specially-equipped custom laptop for his own personal use, as he qualifies for one now that he is disabled.
He’ll thank me later. And so will you, if you ever have to surf these terminals of despair. Just keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you.
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