Just because I liked a few Frank Zappa albums doesn't mean you have to flood my recommendations with hundreds upon hundreds of Zappa albums for months and months on end.
The ol' Ball & Chain wanted to art up some images for Halloween-time. But she wouldn't let me hang this masterpiece on our refrigerator. Too bad...
Okay RJ, your little 99-cent eBook was worth the download. Funny, irreverent, and a lot more entertaining than I expected. I'll buy your other books...
For the first time in thirty years, Allison Zuill bought himself a bottle of whiskey and ventured into the graveyard.
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When my wife expressed an interest in cuckolding me, I thought, “Self, we’re going to have to take it slow and let these desires develop naturally.”
Neither of us were ready to order a big, black bull off Craigslist. And neither of us felt comfortable asking the cable guy to pleasure himself on camera. The only alternative was to purchase Inflatable Tyrone Doll Manikin, with his bedroom eyes and virile goatee. Unfortunately, Tyrone’s goatee is the only virile characteristic he possesses. Don’t let his dark skin fool you, this Mandingo is missing his dingo!
I spent hours and hours pushing this sexless stud against my wife’s genitalia, and she did finally reach orgasm for the first time in her life, but not without a little help from her other toy — a bigger, blacker inflatable doll, named Darnell.
J. D. Watson, from English sacred poetry of the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, by Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott, London, 1863.
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J. Wolf, from English sacred poetry of the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, by Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott, London, 1863.
(Source: archive.org)
After moving into my new house, I thought to myself that I should buy a new truck to make myself appear even more bad-ass than I actually am (which is an almost impossible feat). My four-door Ford Excursion, the largest SUV in Ford’s lineup and a gas-guzzling monstrosity, did not have the same impression on my new neighbors as it did on my old friends back at the trailer park. Perhaps I needed something more elegant? Maybe something with enough interior space to seat the entire block and their families? So I traded my Ford in for a Lincoln Navigator, the full-size SUV styled and equipped for an upscale audience. Since my new ride shares the bulk of its underpinnings with the Ford Expedition, including its standard 310-horsepower 5.4-liter V8 and six-speed automatic transmission, I thought, “Finally, I’ll get some respect from these ignorant suburbanites…”
Turns out, nobody seemed to care much about my mammoth vehicle (except for, maybe, the parents of the three-year-old kid that I accidentally ran down, because, well, he was just too short and I couldn’t see him from my driver’s seat nearly six feet off the ground). Instead of buying yet another truck—something bigger and badder than before—I happened upon these fabulous Truck Nuts. And to make a long story short, people in my neighborhood finally seemed to take notice. If it’s true that your vehicle is an extension of your penis, then these nuts are the perfect accessory. They inspire awe and jealousy in everyone who see them. Now my neighbors stare intently at me in my truck as I barrel down the street. Some of the women even grab at their children, covering their eyes, afraid that my ostentatious show of virility might tempt their virgin daughters into a life of wickedness and sin. These Truck Nuts have given me what I deserve: respect, reverence, and attention. And best of all, I didn’t have to buy a new truck to teach my neighbors the meaning of the word “authority.”
One winter a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound. “Oh,” cried the Farmer with his last breath, “I shall never live to see the Dawn of Technology.” -
Aesop
Now that I have a smart-gadget that can browse the internets, play music, make phone calls, and suck my cock, seems like I have no reason to ever leave the house.
2011: The most powerful website in the world creates a social network.
2019: One third of the world belongs to the network.
2045: World War III begins.
2046: World War III ends.
2047: The internet is outlawed.
2065: Monkeys begin talking.
2082: The flying car is replaced with a flying talking monkey.
1987: Time Machines are invented.
456 BC: Martin Stevensonon, Professor of Time Mechanics at Ball State University, murders Aeschylus, playwright and soldier, by chucking a turtle at his head.
2004. They’re selling ice-cream in the parking lot!
2011: What were we talking about again?