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qwantz (dinosaur comix)
go fug yourself
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Friday, January 23, 2004
 
I just overheard my co-worker say on the phone to her sister: "Yo, so I was just wundrin' how much that kid charges for the tax, for doin' the tax return." I hate to admit to eavesdropping, sweetums, but if you're referring to somebody as "that kid," he should NOT be doing your taxes. Just like you shouldn't let a man who calls himself "The Slicemeister General" operate on your brain. Also, don't get a tattoo from Twitchy McSpaztard, and don't use a babysitter named Fondles MacPheely. (Common sense is truly the rarest coin, Watson. Shut up, Holmes.)
     Also, don't give beer to girls named Daphne Abdela. I was talking to Raekool about my Jailbird Baby, and she was like: "Damn. Things must be pretty bad when you have to kill someone and fill them with rocks. Like they really must have exhausted all other avenues for settling their differences." Har. I pointed out that the rocks were meant to weigh down the body, which Daph and her boyfriend attempted to sink in a lake. Rae was like "Oh. Well that makes a little more sense. I thought they were just wicked pissed at the guy." Yes. I'm pissed at Gregor for pulling a Hoffa on the blog, but not quite mad enough to fill him with rocks. Especially because his mouth is so full of hobo cocks -- he's busy!
     Here's a thought: when somebody is described as "street smart?" It means they are dumb. Similary, if someone claims that they're not "booksmart?" It means they are stupider than a bag of hot dirt that got hit with a hammer. Not "book smart?" Like, what other kind of smart is there? Car smart? Tree smart? Mailbox smart? Shoveling smart? Give me a fucksuck break, again. Shovels don't make a sulky Mars rover communicate again, unless you're standing right on top of its idiot lensy face, shovel cocked and ready for a roboslap.
      New York is sucking a wintry nipple and our lips are getting stuck. I was happy when Claudia's care package arrived, and it confirmed my theory that if you want people to send you shit, nothing imparts a sense of obligation like a big honking SASE with a dollar's postage. But the filpside of my happy burger is the crappy burger: my left eye's gone nystagmic. I don't mind the twitching, but what I hate is that I can never catch the eye twitching in the mirror. It's like twitch twitch twitch and you go look in the mirror to watch the fun trick and it's like, dullsville, dad; no twitch here, mang. So you wait for the twitch to come back, all sneaky and giggling because you're gonna fake it out by grabbing a coworker's hand mirror from your lap, and it's like twitch twi-- and BAM you grab that mirror and FUCK, NOTHING.
     Well, apparently, the Mars rover is talking to us again. And you know what it's talking about? Bendifer! Bennifover! Bennifinito! Bleep Bloop Glaargle Fuck!

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DISALLOWED FOREVER

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!"
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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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any use of the question "spit or swallow?"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
"penned" for wrote
"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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the euphemism
"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
(see also: "grassy-ass!")



PET PEEVES

"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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tattoos in the Courier font
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any use of Comic Sans