Archive for December, 2009

Why Don’t You Put Your Hand on Sammy the Silly Stove

I’ll concede that Barney plays well with children only if you admit that, in general, it’s a bad idea to teach your kids to play with dinosaurs.

I’m only telling you this because we’re friends

People probably wouldn’t hate you as much if you were prettier.

Yeah, Honey Nut Cheerios Are Pretty Good…

It’s not that I think you’re boring or anything, it’s just that your personality was designed by a minimalist.

Ho Ho… Oh!

Should we be more worried of the mall Santa, a fat, dirty old man who chooses a profession that consists primarily of having young children sit on his lap, or of the huge line of young children wanting to sit on the lap of a fat, dirty old man?

Merry Christmas everyone.  All Jesus wants is to raise the roof.

Pets Are Sick In The Head

Listen.  Just because he’s a dog and likes peanut butter doesn’t excuse the fact that I was molested by him.

I’m lucky I remember to breathe

Although I appreciate the irony, I really wish I hadn’t misplaced my “Improving Your Memory” book.

Yeah Like You Could Raise It Better

I dated this gal that was pro-life until I was able to convince her that an abortion was really just God adopting the baby.

Both With Pride

The most successful people I know wear their failures alongside their achievements.

Oh Yeah, I Had A Cat Once

I’m sorry that I excused myself so abruptly for a smoke break.  It’s not that I really needed one, I was just tired of hearing about your fucking cat.

Also this.

The More We Learn the Less We Know

Ideally, we are born confused and die amazed.

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