Thursday, September 1, 2011


A British man has had a huge "Where's Waldo?" illustration tattooed on his back.

It took tattooist Rytch Soddy an entire day to ink the scene on 22-year-old John Mosley. Mixed in with Waldo are 150 tiny figures, including Darth Vader, a horse riding in a chariot pulled by two Romans, and a man carrying a sabertooth tiger.

This is ridiculous. Obviously if you're going to get a tattoo of preschool literature, you should get "Pat the Bunny" in your pants.

Sure, some folks are skeptical, but I am totally loving televangelist and prophetess Juanita Bynum's typing in tongues on her Facebook page. I'm with ya, sister! God is great! God is good! God is thoughtful, too -- only sending divine messages you can type with two fingers on each hand.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011


This "sassy" JC Penney's t-shirt may cause a few chuckles, but I'm horrified. What, no Boys XXL?
I want to get serious here for a moment. On Monday night, David Letterman tackled a very important subject on his show. Bettina Luescher, chief spokesperson of the World Food Programme, painted a bleak picture of current events in Africa. The situation is dire. Due to extreme heat and irregular rain, food is in short supply. In southern Somalia alone, 29,000 children have died of starvation in the last six months. The problem is so huge, Ms. Luescher said, that even the hundreds of millions of dollars they've received in donations are just a drop in the bucket.

My heart sank. It was just too sad to bear. I decided that as the writer of a semi-popular blog, I had to do something. I had to act. I had to implore people all over the world to fight this awful tragedy, which is why I'm sending out this plea:

Can't you all just come on each other's faces?

Really. I mean, let's look at this logically. If you don't have a mailbox, should you subscribe to Architectural Digest? If you don't know where your next meal is coming from, should you buy a Peekapoo? If you live in a small village where your constant companions are malaria and locusts, shouldn't you pull out and jerk off?

It seems like common sense, like bumper-sticker talk. Really, you know, if you're fucking, and you look around and all you see is the shadow of the sickle of the Grim Reaper, can't you just shoot in her hair?

I want to sincerely thank Ms. Luescher, and hope the World Food Programme will continue to speak out about this dire situation. Truly, it has become intolerable. When the death rate soars so unbearably high, we must declare, in one voice, that the time has come to tittyfuck.

I definitely will! I wanna get a good eddycashun.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Two employees of a private security firm have been fired after putting an ankle bracelet on an offender's prosthetic leg.

The scandal came to light after the man was stopped for a minor traffic infraction. Whenever the man wanted to skip out on his court-imposed curfew, he simply removed his plastic limb.

"That is sooo brilliant," declared Lindsay Lohan. "Next time I get arrested, I'm gonna have the bracelet put around my boobs."


You might want to wait a few days before you ask for a raise.

Here's a shot from Mongolia's annual Three Manly Games tournament.

I'm thinking this game is called "Make Fun Of The Guy Whose Shorts Don't Match His Teddy."

Monday, August 29, 2011

I had friends over for a hurricane party last night.

One of them said, "Hey, why's your bathtub full of water?"

"It's for the toilet," I said. "Who knows if the water is going to be shut off?"

"Oh," he said, like that settled it.

And then two hours later, when everybody went home, I saw a turd floating in it.
I do puzzles every day, just to keep the old gray cells pumping, and I highly recommend that everybody else does too. It's easy, and it's fun! Let's give one a try right now.


Scrabble Grams is one of my favorites. This puzzle was printed in Saturday's paper. Scrabble Grams is distributed by Tribune Media, which means it gets into thousands and thousands of newspapers. You can probably find it in your local paper!

Let's start with the first puzzle. Basically you rearrange the letters to find a 7-letter word. First, I quickly scan and see if any words pop out at me. Nope, nothing. Next I pick a likely starting letter, just by hunch. Let's try L. Of course that's probably followed by a vowel, like E. L-E. L-E-G? L-E-G-A-K-E? No. And not L-E-K. They gave us lots of vowels, so maybe it's L-E-A. Wait! L-E-A-K . . . A-G-E! That's it! LEAKAGE.

That was fun, right?

Now let's try the second puzzle. Quickly scan and see if any words pop out at you. What's that? Yes, there's SEX. This might be a little naughty! SEX is definitely in there. What else do you --

Okay. Yes, I see it. I see it. BUTT is definitely there. Yes, it appears the answer is BUTT SEX.

Wow. Yes, I'm a little flustered. I'm, er, surprised you got that so quickly. Tell you what: why don't you finish the puzzle? Frankly, I wasn't expecting to find a sex act in a family-oriented puzzle, just like I wouldn't expect Dolly and Jeffy to discuss fist-fucking in the latest Family Circus. But no, it doesn't bother me. Times are changing, and I'm no puritan. It's just that -- with BUTTSEX and then LEAKAGE -- the subtext is crystal clear, and I don't need to read about somebody's HSITYT DCIK.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Oh, SNAP!

From the New York Times review of Don't Be Afraid of the Dark:
[If you] need proof that a terrified Katie Holmes looks not that different from the everyday version -- this is the movie for you.

There's a new travel website called Oyster that promises to inject some honesty into a spurious field. Today they've got a feature comparing publicity photos of hotels and resorts to photos they took in real life. Needless to say, the differences are compelling.


Here's a photo from the Ritz Carlton Coconut Grove website. Isn't this a nice room? This would be a great place to spend some time.


Oh. Apparently whoever was staying here when the top picture was taken travels with a colorful bedspread and three palm trees.


The gym at the Runaway Bay Heart Hotel sure attracts a happy bunch. But why are they all leaning so far forward?


Because there isn't anything behind them.


This shot of South Beach's Aqua hotel looks pretty tempting. I wouldn't mind catching a wave with that dude.


On the plus side, looks like there's room for you ho-daddies to hang ten.


This gazebo on the beach at the Gran Bahia Principe Punta Cana looks like the perfect place to have a romantic wedding.


MARVA: Oooh! Ain't it lovely, Sid?

SID: I'll say. I'll bet that little pig does some squealing tonight!


You don't have to stand like a model to enjoy that buffet at the Grand Palladium Bavaro Resort and Spa. Hand-carved meats! Tasteful accoutrements!


ME: Hey! Ya got any more of that fake crab left? HEY!


You might assume from this photo that the pool at the Riu Negril Club is a great place to be alone with some sexy ladies.


Fact is, it's a sausagefest. Have a great weekend! I've got a plane to catch.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

An Alaskan woman abused her adopted son to get on the Dr. Phil show, prosecutors allege.

Jessica Beagley, 36, poured hot sauce into 7-year-old Kristoff's mouth and told him not to spit it out for a minute. She recorded the punishment for a show segment titled "Mommy Confessions," and now faces misdemeanor child abuse charges.

According to prosecutors, this wasn't Beagley's first attempt to get on the Dr. Phil show. She contacted the show after watching a segment titled "Angry Moms," but heard nothing for eighteen months. Finally a staff member called to find out if she was still angry.

Beagley said yes, and submitted videos of her yelling at her children, but Dr. Phil's staff said they needed to see actual punishment. That's when Beagley got the video camera and the hot sauce.

Days later, she was on her way to Los Angeles to be on the show.

Well, maybe that explains a weird form letter I found on the ground in front of the Dr. Phil studios. Here's what it said:

Thank you for contacting our program. We're glad you enjoyed our recent show about

bisexual dwarves.

teen hookers.

losing a hundred pounds in four days.

As you know, however, we are the #1 rated daytime TV show, which means there is a lot of competition for our air time. While we are impressed with your claim that

your son is chubby,

your hubby is a metrosexual,

your beautiful young daughter was kidnapped,

we feel it doesn't really speak to our audience. Please let us know if, in the future,

your son can barely fit in the bed of a Ford F10.

your hubby circles rest stops wearing a miniskirt and halter top.

your daughter happens to be white.

In the meantime, our host,

whose staff bailed out a woman accused of assault so she could appear on the show,

who gave a woman a bottle of antibiotics after his dog bit her,

whose sons appear to be conducting studies on the fuckability of Playboy Playmates,

personally thanks you for watching, and assures you that one day soon you'll get that free trip to L. A. if you do something horrible enough.

Sincerely,
The Staff

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The Utility Card is truly a landmark in greeting cards, including a sentiment suitable for everyone from 8 to 80, including:

Be Mine
Come Home Soon
Feel Better
Howdy Friend
I Am Sorry
I Love You
I Messed Up
Its A Boy/Girl
Mazel Tov
Thinking Of You
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Monday, August 22, 2011

When the American Paleontological Society decided to hold their annual convention in New York last month, they thought they'd have a good time. They thought they'd see bright lights. They thought it'd be a change of pace.

Little did they know it would actually change the way we picture some dinosaurs.

"I remember a bunch of us were walking through Union Square one night," said society president Richard Vasquez, "just looking at all the New Yorkers, and I think Dr. Slakey first noticed it. 'Wow,' he said, 'I've spent the last forty years in mosquito-infested rainforests digging up fossilized dinosaur poop, but the people here actually give me the creeps.'

"At first I laughed, but then it made me think. We were all from smaller cities scattered across the U. S., and had never seen so many screwballs, weirdos, and pinheads all confined to one place. We'd literally never imagined that you could have such a massive cadre of misfits confined to such a tiny tract of land.

"Naturally our minds started working. 'Ten thousand years from now,' Dr. Eingang said, 'if some advanced civilization dug up homo sapiens fossils in New York, the inferences they'd draw from these pinheads and fast-food-eating fatties would lead to a totally warped view of mankind. Now, is it possible that our existing fossil record for dinosaurs has come from such an unrepresentative group? A Cretaceous period New York City, if you will?'

"I sat there stunned. 'You mean -- ' I said.

"'Ja,' he confirmed. 'What if all the bones we've found were from retards?'"

That night the scientists retreated to their offices with much work ahead of them, but finally this morning two preliminary sketches of revised dinosaurs have been released. More updates, they promise, will be coming soon.

T. Rex:


Apatosaurus:

Friday, August 19, 2011

Locals in the beach community of Montecito, California are gearing up for Saturday's star-studded wedding of Kim Kardashian to Kris Humphries. In letters distributed around the area, the couple's event planner reportedly asked nearby residents to cover their address numbers to help protect the couple's privacy.

"I hate the way the paparazzi relentlessly pursues that poor girl, so to ensure she has a memorable wedding I and all of my neighbors spent most of this morning taping over our house numbers," said absolutely no one.

Actually, I kind of wish it was the opposite. Think of how great it would be to drive through Montecito on Saturday and see signs reading "I AM 2845 SYCAMORE CANYON ROAD!" in front of every house.


He wants to spend more time creeping out his family.

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