Shuffle + amble + shamble

Dr. Phibes and I were in band camp together once. Lovely chap, until he caused another camper to be fucked to death by his own trombone.

The end of Mysteries of the Universe…
reminds me of the opening credits of Fringe.

You can say "cock" on the radio, but not "shit"? That's fucked up.

On the review on Fresh Air today…
they bleeped out a lot of dialogue, but for some delightful reason left in uncensored the phrase "eat horse cock."

I'm supposed to be working today
But I'm not. That's the best kind of not working.

It is to the mortician.

I just read…
That Michael Jackson is still dead. Can anyone confirm that?

As that lady on the Midwest Teen Sex Show said, cancer isn't funny.

I just hope…
He doesn't mess with Moore's version of the story in Lost Girls. We know how Moore hates that.

OH, good job with the sarcasm!

You guys have "higher-ups"?
I'm……I'm so sorry. An image has been crushed. Do they where suits? Flannel?

And sharks.

Don't we all die near our own hands?

Are we in public?

It would be like the opposite of those prank sudden-screaming-zombie videos.

I believe the Queen has her own squad of pointy-hatted guards, The Queen's High Gentlemen, whose entire job, 24/7, is to protect the Queen's bunghole.

Soone to be followed by: Humpty Dumpty v. Waldo.

I think it means nothing more than "50% of those involved in divorce said they had viewed pornography." The correct percentage is probably much higher, if it's the same as the non-divorce-related-pornography-viewing population.

A magic eye poster movie would be great. All the cool people could see and follow the plot, but no one else could see it. Much like (insert hated film school here*) movies.