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Thursday, December 25, 2008

HO HO HO


thanks to MargieMix!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

MIXED SIGNALS


SPELL CHECK: OFF.
what a cute little kid. too bad for her, though, she's gonna
burn in Hell, 'cause old Mom and Dad don't know how to
teach her how to spell. worse yet, they posted this lovely
image on the internets, where I happened to run across it,
and have since bastardized it. you bet. well, say there, little
Missy~ Happy Holidays... and enjoy your little swim in the
old Lake of Fire. yup... courtesy of good old Mom and Dad.

Friday, December 19, 2008

JESUS H. PAN

JESUS PAN!
HOLIDAY COOKING GONE AWRY
here's the perfect Christmas Gift for that zealot on your
Holiday shopping list... that's right, it's the Jesus Pan! yup.
says, "As seen on TV", but, I never saw it. but, then, again,
I don't watch a whole lot of TV. 'cept for "Squidbillies", ya
know it? oh, that, and the Hysterectomy Channel. once in
a while, Public Television... not to be confused with Pubic
Television. but, that's a whole 'nother story. so, campers,
click to enrage... and pick yourselves up a Jesus Pan. or two.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER

Aw, Shit. She's dead!
BY A MOTHER-FUCKING REINDEER
... that rotten bastard Son-of-a-Bitch fuck killed old girl, here...
... time to hunt down old Santa and his goat-wanna-be cronies.







Sometimes, if I'm at the
Supermarket... I hold my
breath when someone's
emitting a foul stench.

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