Too busy working on Toilet Gator. You’re welcome.
Too busy working on Toilet Gator. You’re welcome.
“The farts in Spain fall mainly on the plain.”
OK 3.5 readers, now you…in the comments.
Boogers! Muah ha ha, boogers, I shall remove you from my nose posthaste with the trident of Poseidon who, by the way, is a close family friend because my mother fucked many fish.
Diabetes in a can all the way down to the tannery where my cloak of invisibility is produced thanks to the hide of a cow that cannot be seen by the eyes of mere mortal men.
Twizzlers! I say twizzlers and garbanzo beans in my potato’s au gratin.
Dan Quayle is the stylish master pimp of the universe and all the elites in the underground cave of boozle bozzle know this.
Earthquake! Everybody duck! Donald, to be exact.
Farts! Glorious farts!
Never lick a toilet seat without asking.
Gnomes are a-holes! A-holes, I say.
Beware the global conspiracy against toothpaste!
Fuck squirrels!
Tapioca pudding in my brain!
In honor of Friday the 13th, a day as well as a movie series, here is a link to my top ten list of mistakes made by horror movie victims.
Do you have a favorite horror movie? Discuss in the comments.
Happy Friday the 13th, 3.5 readers. I know it is a bad day to celebrate but if you have enough free time to read this blog then you are probably experiencing a lot of bad luck in your life anyway.
I mean, I can’t take credit for it, but I can’t help but notice that I put a prayer out on this blog the day before they were saved. It wasn’t me so much as my request for God to take notice and guide the hands of all the rescuers.
Discuss whatever you want in the comments.
Hey 3.5 readers. BQB here.
It seems every generation, a kid gets stuck in a hole and the media swarms on the rescue effort. When I was a kid, the news was all over Baby Jessica, who fell down a hole in her backyard and everyday there was an update on the efforts to get this baby out of the hole.
Now it’s the Thai soccer boys. You know, a little sidenote here. I have lived an overweight, unathletic existence. The bad news is that it has severely limited my life, kept me from doing things I want to do, brought me all manner of hardship and rejection, but I can safely say I’ll never get stuck in a cave. If I were to look at the entrance to a cave, why, when others might say, “That looks fun!” I would say, “Screw that! Too much effort. I wouldn’t fit anyway. I’m going to go get a pizza.”
Am I saying to eat more pizza so that you won’t end up stuck in a cave? Yes. Wait, no. OK, don’t eat too much pizza and then just stay away from caves. There we go.
Does prayer work? I don’t know. “Let’s say a prayer” often comes across as cliche but there’s not really anything else we can do. I just feel bad for those Thai soccer cave boys. And my first reaction is to think their coach is a dumbass but I suppose he meant well and was just taking the kids on an excursion.
Anyway. Here’s my prayer.
“Dear God. Please save the Thai cave boys. May you take your mighty hand and drain the water that blocks their exit out of the cave. This would be easier than having them dive and shit. I’m sorry I said shit. That was unnecessary. Anyway, if you could get the Thai cave boys and their coach out of the cave and to safety, it would be appreciated. There are so few news stories with happy endings and we need one here.”
Anyway, that’s my prayer for the Thai cave boys. Not to brag, but I’m told Jesus is one of my 3.5 readers, so if you have a prayer for the Thai cave boys, leave it in the comments and I assume J-Dawg will pass it along to his old man.