Art

I’m studying a new martial art called “buk bukgah”. It’s based on the noise a chicken makes when it runs away.

So today I was at a crossroads. I could either: 1. Go to work to earn money to exchange for food and shelter. Or... 2. Stay home and watch “Godzilla vs Space Godzilla”. Life is hard.

Lo

After many years of effort and fortitude I have finally achieved a life long goal that I have been striving for lo all these years. At last. I don’t have a single piece of clean underwear. I find myself forced to relent and do some laundry. Wait... there’s still the smell test!

Use

What use is all the Beauty in the universe if there are no eyes to see it? No brains to know it? No hearts to feel it?

third

I have two eyes and three detached retinas. How the fuck does that work!? I guess my old hippie girlfriend was right about that “third eye” shit. Actually I just think my warranty’s up. I knew I should have bought the extended.

meaning

The meaning of life is to pass your DNA to the next generation... in the most disgusting filthy way possible.

Orange

I think we are all being a little hard on the guy. He knew he was different from the start. All those around him were just, you know, small. He was yuge. He tried his best to fit in, spraying himself with Testors orange #4. But as all the others sang songs about chocolate and the immorality of chewing gum, he only dreamed of forcing tenants out of their homes and shitting on a solid gold toilet. He was especially distraught after his only role model was turned into a giant blueberry. Leave he would, leave to find his real father and the immigrant wife of his dreams. So he to grabbed the most life-like of his road kill collection and with his tiny tiny baby hands arranged it ever so carefully on his head. Off he went. He had heard from his father's friend that his real father was on the Naughty list, but he did not care. He didn't care about his real father's shady business practices or mob ties, he was off to New York to meet his destiny...