a jedi needs not this blog
Get ready, everyone, for a heapin' helpin' of the snap, flash, and pizazz that makes me the greatest living blogger. And by get ready, I mean just keep reading, please. If you don't I'll be forced to keep on doing it anyway.The local scene is in the news again.
If you're getting sued by zombies, you might be the Minneapolis Police Department.
If you blow stuff up because you don't know what it is, the first thing you should do is know what lots of stuff is. Not so at our airport. Thanks, overzealous TSA.
Not to say those guys don't do some things right. When they threw those six chanting imams off the plane here last week it was the right thing to do. An email from Chuck Taylor, gun badass, cleared up for me. If you and I can't even yell Hi! across the terminal when we see a friend, how is it that those dressed in the traditional outfits of people who blow shit up are shocked when they aren't allowed to chant about Allah on the plane? In this country you don't shit in your bed, sleep while you're driving a car, or chant Allah on a plane. It's not exactly religious persecution.
This is an old cartoon called Buried Treasure which dates from 1924. It's not safe for work, is sexual in nature, and is about, among other things, a dude with a boner.
It's a good day when Thor does your dishes. Best post in a while at WFMU.
Tavin Dillard is a youtube person who does a rednecky character for fun. He's not trying to do a poor man's larry the cable guy (larry the cable guy is the poor man's larry the cable guy), so just like everyone who isn't either larry the cable guy or imitating larry the cable guy, he succeeds in being funnier than larry the cable guy by default.
And here's "a little something." I'll leave it at that.
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Posts like this have surpassed Foldger's in my cup as the best part of waking up.
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