Sep 122011
“I’m a huge nerd that’s why.”
Our thanks go out to Trollfiend for this inspired piece of artwork and for the answer to the question it poses. This greeted my eyes when I crawled out of bed this morning and turned on the computer, which was about 5 minutes ago. Long story short, I didn’t get much blogging done yesterday, didn’t finish this morning’s first post before collapsing into slumber last night, overslept, and wondered what I would post this morning while I finished what I started yesterday. Now I know.
Please talk among yourselves while I wake up. You got any coffee? That would sure help. A less meaningful but longer post will be coming soon.
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AHAHAHAHAHHA. AHA.AHAHAHHAHAHA.That picture made my morning. And I am currently drinking coffee, as it happens. I’ll try to use the psychic teleportation powers that all coffee drinkers possess to send you some. Although you’re rather far away, as I recall, so I can’t promise anything.
Even a spoonful of teleported coffee would help. Try to zap it directly into my bloodstream. I’m in dire need.
If coffee is somehow unavailable, I hear donkey spunk has amazing rejuvenating powers, especially when injected directly into your bloodstream.
I assume that donkey spunk is somehow more abundant in your local community than coffee is.
I mean, that’s what StarBucks sells, right?
I thought only people here in Seattle, the home-sweet-home of Starbutt’s, where espresso is like mother’s milk, knew about that secret ingredient. I’ve always wanted to see the inside of the donkey-milking plant. Purely out of scientific curiosity.
I get the feeling that “scientific curiosity” means something different in Seattle than what
it means in Colorado.
Like “bestiality desires”.
Possibly you may be right. Starbutts fills their total need for donkey milkers by accepting volunteers. Helps keep their overhead down, so that they only need to charge $12 for a double venti donkey spunkaccino.
Well, considering the doubleness of that venti, $12 might be worth it.
But only if they have milk-it-yourself stands.
I begin to think that Colorado isn’t so different from Seattle after all.
We have less fog and more mountains.
But probably an equal amount of stupid fucking hippies who need a good kick to the vegetable hole and dumbass rednecks. (I somehow manage to be both at the same time. Go me.)
You sure gotta pretty mouth, donkey-boy.
Let’s get a room.
I think a basement would be most fitting….
Though I could see a bathroom working as well…
Definitely someplace with tiles and poor lighting.
And pink sprinkles. And tiny handcuffs. And hookers on the side.
No, where we’re going, there ARE NO HOOKERS.
Just you, me, and blood spray make three.
Well, in that case I prefer the raspberry-flavored blood spray. And the bleach-flavored inhaler.
Is the offwhite spray paint okay for huffing?
I personally prefer pastels.
Trolly…that graphic made my balls rocket up into my belly in horror.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT DUDE’S FACE???
I think he’s been injecting donkey spunk directly into his bloodstream.
Double venti donkey spunkaccino.
With extra hooker on the side.
Extra hot, extra foam.
And little pink sprinkles on top! (With tiny little handcuffs.)
Extra hooker, you say?
I bet that would shoot Starbutts sales through the roof, so to speak.
Hey, I’m sold on it already just on the basis of hookers.
Don’t forget the tiny handcuffs!
They add the class.
Can’t forget the class
Without class, we’d be like a school in summer! Just tons of old teacher fucking on the desks. Ewwwwwwww…
Gwar – School’s Out, nuff’ said.
It bothers me when comments get stuck at numbers ending with nine. I really just drives me nuts (unless the number is 69).
So, this post exists just so the number of comments is 30.
Also, I wanted to say that:
Yo’mamma so fat, when she farts, it takes so long to get from her anus to outside her buttcracks, her fart from last Tuesday just went fttttttttttttttthhhhhhhbttttttttt!
I asked you to stop talkin about ma mama, so I’m posting this reply just to fuck up your 30 fetish.
No, I don’t care about round numbers. I just don’t like seeing numbers ALMOST get there.
So, 30~38 are okay. You’d have to pump it up to 39 to bug me again.
Also, not YOUR mom. Yo’mamma. Totally different person. Yo’mamma lives in South Korea and like to eat kimchi on Tuesdays.
For the love of…..