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I'm an artist, educator, militant anti-theist , and I write. I gamble on just about anything. And I like beer...but I love my wife. This blog contains observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT EATING...AND STUFF....


When I saw this first image I thought I would check out the other last meals....
 And then, since I'm kind of bored, I combed my files for anything having to do with eating.....

Speaking of executions....
 Nah....it's a special bakery some damn place....


Great crossword clue: Opt for window instead of aisle.
_ _ _ _ _



What are the fucking chances?!?!?!


Answer: ELOPE



Amazing isn't it.....almost too unique to be true.....


Please, don't over think the problem...


I had a feeling!
I had a feeling once!
Until someone took it away!
Until someone took it away, oh yeah!



Photoshop with a rather clever social commentary...


I don't understand bus lanes. Why do poor people have to get to places quicker than I do?







Those zany Australians....


Most resumes are basically a list of things you hate to do.



It's a word gag, boys and girls...


The word OK looks like a sideways stick figure. I've said OK my whole life and never noticed him. What's up little guy?






Girls...they come and they go...but they don't always come...that's why they go.
(That was one of my very own)
(Write this shit down, nigga!)



 Jack in the box....get it?



No matter how high you are, you're not as high as the international space station.



Something I didn't know....


Beating your wife is stupid! Because it's your wife.
It's like keying your own car.



Speaking of bananas....


I'm waiting for the day you can search for anything on Google. Like, I type in 'Where are my glasses', and it comes back with 'Under the bed, you dumbass!'



This took me a double-take to see the oddness...


The label on my cold medicine said, "Maximum Strength. Nighttime use only." Like my body knows what time it is.



If you don't know why this is clever, it's okay...it really is...


Sleep.
Those little slices of death.
How I loathe them.
- Edgar Allan Poe



This, gentle reader, DOES NOT have a happy ending...


If I were a doctor, I would just be in it for the drugs.



Yes, the ability to fly is a good thing...


I'm considering becoming a mind reader. What are your thoughts?



Sorry, Mickey....


I lost my watch earlier. I would have looked for it but I didn't have the time.



??????


I just found out that poems don't even have to rhyme. How easy is that!



I would eat dog shit if it were served to me in this setting...


"Hi, my name is James....let's bond."



This artist embosses images of her friends in food tins....


People are amazed that I watch Dancing With the Stars. I tell them that it is filmed live and they wear skimpy little costumes and I'm just waiting for a boob to pop out.





I dreamed I watched Inception.



Hey, world, how are we going to feed these people?
 (by the way, that chart exactly matches mankind's use of fossil fuels)


I miss you like an old man's urine stream misses the toilet.





AIBOHPHOBIA: The fear of palindromes.



This is a medical image of a drug mule....DAMN!!!


DWN WTH VWLS!







LAME FUCKING TOONS HAVING TO DO WITH FOOD...






One of my very own that I made up just for this post....

WOMEN WHO LOOK LIKE SLUTS,
BUT PROBABLY AREN'T.....

Believe it or not, this is the only image in my naked women file concerning eating without getting very, very gross and predictable....




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