Showing posts with label The Inane Dribble Manifesto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Inane Dribble Manifesto. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 13
If you added up all the junk food I've bought in my life, I could probably afford to get liposuction. Damn.
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 12
If you're going to be a giant douche-nozzle to me, don't be surprised when I punch you in the lung.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 11
I like my men like I like my coffee... cold and bitter? That doesn't work... Okay I like my men like I like my ice cream: sweet and will be there for me no matter how fat I get.
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 10
An analogy: Cigarettes are to massage therapy as nicotine patches are to masochistic auto-asphyxiation.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 9
Don't shit a shitter. Do shit in the shitter. (OK that one was kind of bad.)
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 8
Tax day. The perfect day to celebrate the amazing degree of laziness, stupidity, and greediness in American citizens.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 6
No matter how much you shake and dance, the last few drops always fall in your pants.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 5
Easter. The day Jesus Christ escaped from evil Lord Romulox's brightly colored, spheroid containment chamber and freed all the worlds bunny rabbits, and the rabbits showered Jesus with gifts of chocolate, gold, and cheap plastic toys.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 3
There is perhaps nothing in the world more satisfying than a good poop.
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