This was, of course, back in the days when Craig was still posting notices on tree trunks.
Kung Poo Hustle
It’s true what they say (and don’t ask me who they are. How would I know? I’m an innocent blogger, not an investigative journalist, dammit Jim!).
And what do they say? They say this:
That it is a fact universally acknowledged that a Kung Fu master in action looks uncommonly like he’s trying to pass a truly recalcitrant turd.
Check it out:
via BestWeekEver
Peaches Geldof, world’s least-likely humourist
“I have respect for broadsheet journalists because
they haven’t succumbed to degrading themselves, to
writing pidgin English with all these terrible
colloquialisms, the phrasing of which is just,
like, embarrassing”
from Popbitch
the true nature of freedom
Cue the Janis Joplin.
Freedom's just another word for getting drunk with a squid
but seriously? SERIOUSLY?
You honestly mean to tell me I haven’t written an original post for my! OWN! DAMN! BLOG! in nearly a month? Well, you lucky bitches had better enjoy the next fourteen or fifteen hours, because the second I have one second to myself, I’m going to be blogging the living damn daylights out of WordPress.com, just you wait and see.
Boys, warm up the servers. It’s going to be a bumpy ride!
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