tweet of the day
I don’t need to read articles or books on atheism.My dog’s farts assure me we are all alone.
— Brian Posehn (@thebrianposehn) February 3, 2012
Captain Beefheart’s Ten Commandments of Guitar Playing
4. Walk with the devil
Old Delta blues players referred to guitar amplifiers as the “devil box.” And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity employer in terms of who you’re bringing over from the other side. Electricity attracts devils and demons. Other instruments attract other spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub.
(From WFMU’s Beware of the Blog. Via Brian Beatty.)
Rick Perry Is an Ass-Hat
A response to Rick Perry’s Gay-Baiting Ad.
after farting
Put that in your turducken.
from the spam
One day. Xiao Ming another class …. a sudden “rush”(fart) a cry;sitting next to a small U.S. scolded and said: Xiao-Ming Ah ~ if you could not make a noise;
after farting
On the other hand.
Update: After sharting: Don’t cry for me Argentina.
after farting…
S’cuse me, I have a touch of assburpers.
headline of the day II
Man spontaneously combusted, coroner says
coming out of sleep
Arrested for farting.
from the comments
I can’t fathom the be-all and end-all of farts.
tweet of the day
Went down the rabbit hole…
…following organ music tonight.
Again, I wish there were an “I’m sorry” category.
coming out of sleep
Dogs don’t fart as much as you’d think.
This Monday’s Puddin’ is nicely concise
Oscar Mayer. It doesn’t get better than this.
Oscar Mayer Sandwich Combos are one of the five unique varieties of Adult Lunch Combos.
Cindy tipped me to this, and I have been snorting ever since.
after farting
And the Spirit of God moved on the face of the waters.
Gay Superbowl…
Anyone else planning to watch?
from the comments
Better to light a $28 candle than curse the flatulence of Rufus.
quote out of context
Ms. Mohr even designed a candle to address the flatulence of Rufus, her Rhodesian ridgeback. Made with floral ylang-ylang, white tea, myrtle and fennel, the “Fart & Away” candle “won’t completely stop them,” Ms. Mohr says. “But it will help.” The price: $28.
(via marginal revolution)
headline of the day, II
Compressed air turns NZ trucker into human balloon
So you didn’t like it?
I love it when reviewers of poetry books just go all out with the invective. This review of a Robert Hass book contains a wonderful response to a passage:
The second volume, Praise, now reads as a primer in late-seventies period style, the kind of laid-back beach koans that led people to believe Galway Kinnell’s “The Bear” was a good poem. There are more berries, more naming of flowers, more embarrassingly tin-eared warbling in the demotic:
It is different in kind from a man and the pale woman
he fucks in the ass underneath the stars
because it is summer and they are full of longing
and sick of birth. They burn coolly
like phosphorous, and the thing need be done
only once.
—From “Against Botticelli”Does ass fucking really require such a high-minded justification? Upon being told someone is fucking someone else in the ass, has anyone ever responded, “What! Why?” I regret to inform the reader that Hass goes on to compare this sex act to the sacking of Troy.
(Thanks, Rick S.)
The T-Mobile Royal Wedding
Obviously a dress rehearsal.
I’ve had to leave the damn country to escape this, but, in reality, there is no escape.
spam name
Brunilda Claudette.
I’m sorry…
Danny started this tonight. I couldn’t help but play along.
In the sixties, my brother and I once owned an Allen Sherman album. We prided ourselves on memorizing the lyrics to his songs. At any given moment, I can pull this one out of memory. Danny’s heard me enough, he can pull most of it out himself.
Weird Al Yankovic don’t have nothing on Sherman.
I wish there were an “I’m sorry” category.
after farting
Hear me now. Believe me later.
