The Jigglybits

They are. And they do.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

I'm pretty bad at accents sometimes.

Oven repairman: (peering inside) Ah. She loose like mule.

Me: o_O What?

Oven repairman: Maybe three years old.

Me: Oh. Yes, it does look new.

Friday, November 29, 2013

It's that time again.

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Bitch, please.

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With his sidekick,

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Assuming that this is where George Lucas gets his ideas.

Monday, December 24, 2012

The Annual Holiday Issue


is “OMFG. My family is the worst.”

Just kidding. They’re like 50% of my readership.

And 80% of my eventual need for therapy.

When I grow up, I want to be well-adjusted. Maybe even some sort of a spiritual guide. That would be aces.

Like, if you buy a pack of bagels and they’re undercooked, you should not get mad.

This shit is easy. When do I get a book deal?

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I hope my spirit animal is a human. That shit seems important, and I don’t want to lose anything in translation. 

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So, this is the issue in which we discuss the holidays. And make dick jokes.

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Here’s a new Halloween drinking game.

Shut up. Act like it’s still Halloween.

The goal is to determine whether or not the parents are in costume or if they just normally dress like that. What you do is, the one with the biggest juevos goes up to the parent and asks what they’re dressed as. And if they don’t get punched in the mouth, they can still drink.

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Wookie.

Drink.

This is the first year in which I walked into Rite Aid and heard autotuned Christmas music. So I ran it through autocorrect, and it spit out Billy Joel. Like, actual Billy Joel. What do I even feed it? Elton John’s table scraps? And how do I get out of taking it clubbing?

Oh, wow. I, um. Hmm. I just, uh, well, I don’t know if, maybe, that, tonight is all that great for me. I mean, I really, really want to and we should do this sometime. But, you know, obligations, and, I have this thing later, and I should really be, you know, these shoes, but, definitely some other time. I, I just don’t think I should Wang Chung tonight.

Don’t you hate people who say “like” too much?

I hate people who write letters to things that can’t read.

Deer Kittehs,
Enuff wit da LOLZ alreddy. STFU n plz GDIAF.
Xoxo,
Bono

It’s futile and a little sad.

Deer Santa,
All I want for Xmas is my parents.
Thanks,
Some Dumb Kid

It’s not like that’s going to change anything.

Dear Kid,
Nope. Sorry. I know I’m magical, but you wrote “Xmas,” and that’s hella lame.
GDIAF,
Santa

But I can’t promise I won’t do it in the future.

Dear Coffee,
I think you’re yummy. Let’s make brown babies.
Xoxo,
Bono

Let’s hear it for self-fulfilling prophecy.

Our better-known holidays seem to benefit from drawing on other traditions. That explains why Columbus Day has yet to break out into one that people actually give a shit about.

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Let’s be honest. The little dance of “Aww…you shouldn’t have” should be removed from all gift-receiving situations. It’s fucking lame, and I want to know if you actually appreciate the effort I put into it. We should replace it with something more honest.

                                                                                                 
People say “sad-sack” all the time, but no one ever says “happy-sack.”

Look at Grant. That happy-sack. Just getting back from his honeymoon. Let’s give him a wedgie.

Do people give wedgies anymore?

I like to make my own gift cards, because it’s more personal, and I’m poor.

Merry Christmas!
You get 1 free back rub upon receiving 6 free wedgies.
Xoxo,
Bono

You have to earn it.

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I don’t have a chimney. Santa can’t come, because then he’d roll over and fall asleep.

Still, I’m optimistic about my gift chances.

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Overall, Google has been a disappointment. They’ve mastered email, but they have yet to attempt E Honda.


(v): Poop fish

You get what you pay for.

“Cache rules everything around me.” – The Ol’ Dirty Bastard (AKA Internet Explorer)

That was at least +3 nerd points.

Around this time of year, we can always gauge how well our economy is doing by counting new purchases of vasectomies.

Seriously, is there anything worse than a kid in the middle of December? No. Santa isn’t real. Jesus is dead. And you’ll never get that Super Nintendo you’ve always wanted.

I just got back into playing Sim City 2000. That game was the butt sex.

I must. I must. I must increase my busses. #traffic

I hear this tends to happen, but classes seem much more appealing now that I’ve been out of school for a while.

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Yes, ladies, I studied the sciences. And whenever the professor would talk about conducting heat, I’d get really excited for a moment and then realize that Val Kilmer was in fact not going to be making his Broadway debut.

Seriously, how many other straight white guys would pay to see that?


Since I’ve achieved grownassness, I’ve become increasingly alarmed at the amount of people who try to sell me things using puppets and nursery rhymes. It’s not like when I was a teenager and they used boobs to sell me beer.

I’ve successfully reintegrated “nards” into my vocabulary, and I feel like one of those skinny guys on TV holding up a giant pair of pants.

All pants are tear-away if you do it right.

I still want to be Hulk Hogan.

Old fuck moment: Rap was way better in the 90s.

Wu-Tang for a little while; let’s see how it goes.

I’m still waiting for Dick Van Dyke’s musical comeback: Dubstep in Time.

It’s essentially Julie Andrews on R2D2 fanfiction.

Rewatch those movies. That droid was the galaxy’s biggest vibrator.

If I ever go nuts and start taking hostages, you only need to play John Denver’s Earth Songs on repeat.

Even God was like, “Dude, no more.”

Calm down. It’s not true.

Socks are fucking warm. Now that it’s legit winter, I’d like to wear socks all over my body.

I’ll take “Things kids on E say for 500.”

If you go to any mall in America, you’ll find a fat guy with a fake beard, and I’m still waiting for Animal Planet to accept my proposal for Merkin Manor.

But it probably won’t happen. I blame The Apprentice.

I’m all for equality, but the Jewish Nation must have been really fucked up to have elected a baby.

I wish I was alive back then. I give him all sorts of shit, but I think we’d have gotten along.

“King of the Jews, meet Duke of the Nukem.”

You’re welcome, Hollywood. I know you’re working with limited material.

It would be like Stepbrothers 2, only it would be a prequel.

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Mythology is weird.

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How to Tebow:
  • Step 1: Put your hands on your head
  • Step 2: Be a massive disappointment
My friend: Just watched the Giants 2012 DVD. Wow....... I am literally in tears. All we need is the movie, with Daniel Day Lewis playing Barry Zito.

Maybe I should start deleting people.

This is the time of year when we ponder our existence.

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Hey, I can do that, too.

Dee-pak (v): 
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It’s unnecessary, btw. They have bras that will do that for you. I dated someone who would’ve been a very hot B cup, but instead she was a magician.

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But people don’t flock to me like they do with Deepak. It must be the cat whiskers.

Or is that his way of pouring one out for Nelly?

Fashion tip: Scarves camouflage neckbeard.

Wait. We still have Nelly?

Huh.

Brunette is not the manliest term for my kind. I prefer bruno.

I’d go straight for women.

I’ve been getting in the spirit. The other day I held an automatic door for an old lady.

What will we call Lil Bow Wow’s kid?

Bowito.

Either that or Nano Bow Wow.

It’s your fault for reading this crap.

Honestly, the holidays are pretty boring, except maybe for

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Presidents’ Day.

Hoping to give humans immortality, Maui disguised himself as a worm and crawled into her vagina. Piwakawaka’s laughter at the sight roused the sleeping goddess. Closing her thighs, she crushed the worm to death.

Mythology is pretty fucked up.

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Illusions, Michael.

Though we may constantly argue about our differences, this time of year we should all set them aside in the spirit of Christmas songs being lame. It doesn’t matter how you dress them up, they aren’t cool. Sure, I grew up on The Beach Boys’ Christmas Album, but kids do a lot of stupid shit.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell revenue stream.

I think in the spirit of inclusion, Christmas should give the melodic reacharound to our dyslexic brothers and sisters. 


I’m a big nerd, and I like nerdy women. If you were to show up wearing the Princess Leia gold bikini, I’d ask if you wanted to slip into something a little more comfortable. Because that shit is metal.

The holidays can be a lonely time for some.

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But remember. When life gives you melons, habbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbhhhh.


Aram and I join the rest of western civilization in wishing you a Mandatory Christmas.

Friday, November 23, 2012

It's that time again.

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I'm super excited.

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Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Special Political Issue


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Oh! What an adorable little distraction!

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OMG! String!

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Aww! That one’s trying to master grammar!

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Look! That one’s got a snake!

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That one’s trying to blow up the Death Star!

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Crazy, nastyass kittens.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Jigglybits Illustrated vol. 16


A year has passed. I’m a bit older, a bit wiser. I’m starting to get hair in really weird places, man. I feel like I’m turning into Sasquatch.

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I’m at the age when I’m supposed to worry about my legacy, so I’ve started including “penis reduction surgery” on all of my to-do lists, just in case.

This blog is being presented to you in Gundam Style.

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+8 nerd points

I like when sign wavers do the robot. It makes me hope for a new dance craze: the pole. It’s already being done nationwide by tall white dudes and 8th grade boys.

I wanted to donate blood for the hurricane, but Californians would probably keep it for their greedy selves.

Plus, I don’t even know what my type is. I’m usually cool, as long as she’s not a bitch.

I don’t ask for much, just that Justin Bieber’s real dad turns out to be Buster Pointdexter.

Why do people call aluminum foil “tinfoil?” They should just call it foil. It’s like calling dolphin “tunafish” or Republicans “representatives.”

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I think I just found new slang.

It’s that time again. The country is gearing up for the 56th quadrennial Player Haters Ball.

And I am indecisive with conviction.

Bono, do you want a sandwich?

Hell maybe!

Romney is rebooting his campaign in an effort to appeal to the kids.

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I’ve started answering my phone as if I’m a political telemarketer, just to see how many people I can get to hang up.

It’s like Christmas for hermits.

My friend has the new iPhone, which means he has the old iPhone. He showed me Siri, and I’m kinda jealous, except I don’t want Siri. I want Roosevelt.

Roosevelt, what’s the weather like?

“You got a window? Open it.”

Mitt Romney recently complained that the windows on his wife’s jet don’t open. He obviously never saw Snakes on a Plane.


I booked a trip to Alaska, and all my fights are nonstop to their point of connection.

California and Alaska are two very different places. One has a city named Safetytown, the other has a city named Yakitak.

Fingers crossed.

The kids are all raving about Bon Iver, but I don’t know. I’m still holding out for Meh Iver.

With as many people and languages as we have, one of them should have "Iver" mean "butt sex." If not, let’s make that happen.

I’m tired of saying “the shit.” It’s been a thing for so long that the use of a swear to denote something good has lost its shine. We need to evolve it into something like “the butt sex.” That’s one maybe the Republicans won’t be comfortable saying just yet.

People are getting all paranoid about the government’s increasing use of drones. They don’t realize that we’ve been dealing with drones for much longer than we’ve noticed.

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So, I was singing along to Nerf Herder on the radio, and then my dad came in and said, “I think that song’s about rock cocaine.”

No, Dad. The song is about a golf shirt. Which is what you do to a senator for $20 or some cocaine.

When I wake up to see a fat mosquito, I get pissed, like the sudden need for vengeance. It’s not that I’m going to itch, it’s that the little fucker stole something from me. I don’t care that it’s probably the amount of blood I’d lose if I used cheap toilet paper. That shit is mine.

A mosquito at a blood bank would be like the ending of Scarface.

Or a robber baron with Paul Ryan’s budget plan.

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I’m still holding out for Occupy Various Administration Buildings.

How about the Giants? Getting it done like a boss. Or like several members of upper management.

And the Tigers got it done like tenured faculty.

According to George Carlin and the FCC, “tits” is a swear word. I’m now going to start using it whenever I stub my toe.

I saw a sign for a missing dog named Jerome. You can’t get mad at him. He’s just living up to his name.

Fashion Report: Neon green yoga pants say, “Look at my front wedgie.”

Republicans are railing against Obama for high gas prices and his investment in alternative fuels. And if I invented cold fusion, I would so go on America’s Got Talent.

And then update my OK Cupid profile.

I finally had someone freak out at me completely unsolicited. I'd been waiting for that to happen for over a year, and when it did, I was ready.

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My brother has a butt chin, and I didn’t get that. I have a butt nose. I just noticed it, and I’m not sure where this places me on the freak spectrum. Help me out. Do you? Don’t look at the whole thing. Just the tip. It’s ok, I promise. Please? Just this once to see what it’s like.

Roosevelt, what’s the weather going to be like tonight?

“It’s going to be hot. Hot and wet. Which is great if you’re with a lady, but it ain’t no good if you’re in…Sacramento.”

Whenever I clear my throat, I try to make it sound as close as possible to Transformers.

+6 bachelor points

The idea of a woman having to take the man’s last name in marriage is bullshit. I’d like my future wife to take someone else’s last name.

Ladies and Gentlemen: Mrs. Bono Takei

I think it’s the job of one out of five dentists to just be a dick.

I’m surprised the internet has not yet produced a Mitt Romney ad for Haterade.

And a Bill Clinton ad for Pimpacaine.

I’m not a snob. I drink Pabst Participation Award.

If my name was Mohammed, I’d feel awkward as fuck on school picture day.

And if my name was Jesus, I’d feel awkward as fuck for being white.

Problemas del mundo primero: Trying to offset my cabron footprint.

It’s autumn. You know what that means. Bikini weather.

GOP 2012: Ermagherd! Surf!

I think it’s less their unwillingness to accept science than it is their unwillingness to accept anything Al Gore likes. We need him to come out in favor of dicking the poor.

GOP 2012: Ermagherd! Serfs!

If I had all of the money, I’d buy Sean Connery and have him sell Spanx on the radio.

Fallacy (adj): Republican

Paul Ryan strikes me as one of those scary gays. You know. The kind you don’t want to turn your back on because they might try to eradicate all gay people in order to avoid coming out.

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Mak-a me nervous.

Anyone else still ride their bike while wearing an unbuttoned flannel and pretending you’re Seattle’s Batman?

“Batman! Save us!”
“Heh…wut?”

Seattle Batman vs. RoboScot in...

The Plaid Pounding

Starring Jason Stathim

And Sean Bonery

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na Bezos!

Ok, I’m done.

Ways to boost the economy: Chewing gum used to be cool, something tough guys like Fonzi did. The manufacturers can bring that back by marking each pack with “+3 to oral.”

It worked for tobacco.

Paul Ryan is like that dude who’s just a little too old to be on Instagram.

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Since you’ve been reading this, Romney has again rebooted his campaign in an effort to appeal to the kids.


“I think he did a little too much LDS.” – James T. Kirk

Are you drinking 1% because you’re an elitist fuck?

So, what’s the latest on milk? Is it good or bad?

It does a body meh.

I want to make a website with “vegan” in the name and then just post pictures of bacon.


Protip: Don’t click on that.

I’m pretty sure bacon grease is God’s spooge.

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I can has?

Damn You Autocorrect for I Can Has Cheezburger would be like the rest of the internet.

Pictures of cats.

Whenever I make a woman scream, “Oh, God!” I want to tell her, “No, baby. That’s science.”

If all the world’s a stage, it must be denial.

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Buy the shirt to wear to the polls. 


Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Jigglybits Illustrated vol. 15

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Congenital (adj): With Jigglybits

I wish I had a witty headline, like “Bono’s bits and Aram’s pieces,” but I guess I do.

Perhaps the thing that excites me the most about the term “roller coaster” is the possibility of there one day being a hover coaster.

I hope the Martians land on St. Patrick’s Day. Then they’d think we’re cool.

I was woken up by some people clapping, cheering and ringing a cowbell every few seconds. It turns out there was a marathon going down the street, but at first, it was like I was being applauded for sleeping. It was great, because you always hear about people who feel bad after sleeping wrong. I did it right.

But perhaps the best part about having a marathon go by your house is staying inside and making omelets.

Eggos are gross, but they have a hell of an advertising campaign, so they get away with it. When that came out, I bet the people in charge of marketing beans were like, “Shit. We were so close. ‘Leggo my legume,’ that would’ve been perfect. We would’ve sold millions.” They did, but it was because they made the product very small.

And before you get really mad and think I’m saying God is in advertising, he is.

Wafers don’t really project the most accurate image. The church should cut a deal with Powerbar.

This is the church.

This is the steeple.

Open the door,

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Funny Name:
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Heh, heh. "Seth."

Seriously, though, even pornstars are thinking, “Try again, mate.”

Stanford was forced to change their team name from the Indians to the Cardinal. I think it’s a good move.

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I wouldn’t fuck with 11 of that.

Their reasoning was that it’s offensive to Native Americans, and I have enough straight white man guilt to agree. We should be sensitive to the needs of others, and we shouldn’t stop at Stanford. Edmonton is next. I don’t personally take offense, but the Oilers must really piss off polar bears.

I considered buying a Prius, but the technology just isn’t there yet. It beeps when you reverse. I’m holding out for the model that plays Juvenile.

Wheel of Fortune, Same Name: “We’ve got dabut, we’ve got dabut, we’ve got dabut.” – The L80s Man

I still don't think I understand that category.

I’m pretty sure Noel Gallagher’s sheet music is a Mobius strip.

I get at least +7 nerd points for that.

As a musician, I don’t know how someone can listen to their own music while they fuck. That’s like Jedi narcissism.

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Nevermind.

I’d like a lady who wants to bang to Radiohead. Guess it’s time to start trolling the bipolar chatboards.

Btw, do lines ever work? Like are any women out there saying, “Hehe, thanks, but I didn’t fall from heaven. I came out of my mom’s vagina like everyone else. But you sure are nice, so let’s fuck.”

Strategically placed stickers:

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I read the book of that. It was called 50 Shades of Rash.

I’m bringing sexy to wherever sexy wants to go. I’ll even pay. I’m a gentleman.

But then it has to put out.

I feel good about bringing sexy out because I know Timberlake will always be there to take it home at the end of the day. He’s like a DD, but only for sexy.

Fashion report: It appears that the tank top is making a comeback among sweaty motherfuckers who don’t care what they look like.

I have a farmer tan, but it’s not a very good one. It’s more like a guy who plants a couple tomatoes in the backyard that shrivel up and die when he doesn’t water them enough tan.

Ok, I give in. You can use the term Sacratomato if you agree to get dickslapped. It’s not even a good pun. If you want something that works, try


Sacramentos. It’s like that candy that seemed like a good idea in 8th grade, but now it’s mostly used to make shit blow up on YouTube. Come visit. It’s just like New York City if New York City was like Sacramento. Papa Roach was from about 50 miles away. And the circus has been here twice.

Problemas del mundo primero: Being able to get your steak cooked to temperature but not getting the same for tortillas.

I can’t be the only one who likes them medium-well.

Whenever there’s a new social media site, I join right away with my real name as my user name because I know that there’s at least one other person out there with my name, and if I get the chance to shaft a distant relative I’ll probably never meet, I will.

For those who slept through the '90s, here's how to make an online user name.

Step 1: Choose something you like.
Step 2: Choose a word or phrase that shows you like it.
Step 3: Choose the last two digits of your birth year. (This may be substituted by a number that shows you really like that thing you chose).
Step 4: Combine 1 through 3 with intentional disregard for grammar or dignity.

Examples:

  • Surfingluvr82
  • Blazin4lyfe420
  • Penguinsgivemeboners77

And if you’re just getting into this because you’re tired of waiting for the computer fad to go away:

  • Crochetvillain187
  • Damitfeelzgood2bagramma69
  • Jesusismypimp54

I’m a client of a Christian financial planning company. That’s not very settling, putting responsibility for profit in the hands of religion.

Wait a minute.

OMG

LOLZ

ROWLF
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It blows my mind that such a thing as a “gay district” still exists. Like they live in their own ghettos. Fabulous, fabulous ghettos.

Sorry. I’ll try to write jokes.

If your dinner requires three utensils and they are all spoons.

Sorry. I’ll try to write sentences.

Spooning leads to sucking if you have a root beer float.

I get slutty for ice cream.

Sometimes I think about getting a Thighmaster. Other times I think about koala bears.

I like coffee, but I like it to be strong, which is not how Americans typically drink it. I’ve been using this new method that’s kind of like what the Turkish do and kind of like what a crackhead would do if he were looking to change careers.

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I personally can’t see how we don’t have more rehab programs that aim to reintroduce addicts into society as chemists. From an industrial perspective, these people have already demonstrated their skill set, not to mention their resourcefulness and go-getter attitude. You don’t need to pay them much. Just let them use the company restroom and occasionally sleep under their desk. Before long, Monsanto will have an ear of corn that resists all parasites, gets you high as balls and doubles as a food product for the inner city.

Jamba Juice would be way different if fruit could talk. Then again, so would most things.

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Banana.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I would try to convince it.

“But sir, you are delicious. Take one for the food chain?”

I was so upset when I found out that wasn’t what Aretha Franklin was talking about.

“Come on, man. My stomach is relaxing. It sits like a hammock. I know you people are into that.”

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Screams would be a lot more appetizing.

And vegetarians would be murderers.

I was a kid once, and Mama never said, “Knock you out.” She’d usually say, “Eek! What are you doing? Go outside! You’re getting blood on the carpet!”

Btw, if you submitted something to The Jigglybits Magazine, I feel sorry for whoever has that email address.

Old fuck moment: I have little hope for this generation. I think there should be a rule that we don’t give nuclear weapons to anyone who listened to Justin Bieber.

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Some babies sound like Chewbacca. Others look like him.

Was Chewy even a him? I don’t recall any space junk.

I want a dog that doesn’t look worried when it’s taking a shit. I don’t need that pressure.

Rene Zellweger appears to be forever practicing for her future role as spokeswoman for Depends.

If you get a giant zit on your chin, you look like a dork. But if you get a giant zit on your chin and you have a beard, you look like a superhero.

So, bloggers are journalists now. That means I have to report on shit. So, in case you didn’t see it, this was the Democratic National Convention:


And the Republican National Convention:

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Both of which promote ball chin.

I get really tanned in the summer, but only the parts that see the sun. I don’t commit all the way. I’m albino curious. It’s enough that if I went to the South, I probably wouldn’t be allowed to masturbate.

Cucumbers aren’t cool unless they’re refrigerated.

I didn’t know the guy from Creed tried to kill himself. Huh.

I got an invitation from the Post Office to attend a stamp show. Just because I buy something does not mean I like it enough to go to a show. And where the shit are all the invitations to cheese shows?

Piewrit (n): 1. One who creates illegal pastry, 2. One who steals legal pastry, 3. The long awated sequel to Seabiscuit

It’s been a long time. I think The Muffin Man has to have moved by now. Motherfuckers don’t stick around like they used to.

The best hold music hands down goes to the DHHS. It’s kind of like if Yanni made porn.

Babies come from sex. So use a condom if you’re going to fuck a stork.

The more you know.

The freakier you get.

Names that could also be things you have to pay extra for:

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British translation:

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Jack Skellington on weed: “I am the sofa king!”

I’m waiting for society to wake up one day and say, “Cats? WTF were we thinking?”

I saw a bumper sticker that just said, “Jesus is coming,” and then it had a phone number. I need three things:
1. A company that makes custom bumper stickers
2. The number of a gay Mexican phone sex line
3. A coke

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It’s too hot for clothes. Neighbors, I’m sorry.

Or you’re welcome.

Problemas del mundo primero:

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Sorry. I get kinda douchey when I get political.

Btw, republicans, is that still an ok ladybits action?

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Mak-a me nervous.

I asked my friend, Amanda, if I could call her “Amandapanda,” and she refused. Anyone who doesn’t accept the nickname “Amandapanda” doesn’t know what cute is.

“Hey, hot stuff. What’s your name?”
“Jeff. But you can call me ‘Amandapanda.’”

Robin: “Amandapanda has unleashed her forces all over Gotham!”
Batman: “It’s like the cutest infestation ever.”

The superhero world seems a bit catty and insecure. Everyone is trying to one-up each other.

Superman

Ultraman

Man, Fighter 2 Turbo Hyper Fighting

Antman

If you haven’t seen the new Batman, Bain is voiced by Sean Connery going down on ProTools.

I’ve seen enough superhero movies to know what they’re doing. It’s all marketing. Next summer we’ll have another movie.

RoboScot

I heard a bit of this new song, maybe you can help me out. It goes something like:

I just met you.
And this is crazy.
But here’s my number.
I want to fuck you like an animal.

“My life needs to be more G rated… The world scares me :(” – my Mormon friend

Maybe I should start deleting people.

I’m a writer, which means I don’t have health insurance. I was walking across my kitchen the other day, when my knee started hurting. I immediately thought of all the shit I didn’t do. I didn’t exercise, so that was out. I didn’t take the lord’s name in vain.

Wait. Fuck. I did. That’s kinda what I do. There is a god. And he strikes about 24 inches from the floor. If you live on the second floor. People, if you value your ligaments, you’d better start going to church. It’s too late for me. But that’s ok. I’m pretty sure they can replace what’s broken with a part from a dead pig.

I still get CareerBuilder emails because I’m lazy about unsubscribing, and the most recent one offered a position as a bath fitter, which is odd because I don’t.

That joke is only funny if you’re over 6 feet tall. And if you aren’t, using the top shelf is like sex.

Names that could also be things you have to pay extra for:

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Some companies get a bit too dramatic with their phone numbers. I saw a carpeting truck that said in big, red letters: CALL 499-HELP. This could lead to potentially fatal misunderstandings. Someone who is in legit trouble dials for help, and they get carpeting. At least they make same week appointments. That can’t be entirely bad.

I think I just wrote a 1970s porno.

I shall call it “Chick-fil-A.”

I like how some things are named after their creators: Allen Wrench, Mendelevium, Rubik’s Cube. I’m pretty sure that whenever Kevlar makes the news, some dude named Kev is going, “Yes! That’s my-lar!”

They can’t all be winners. If the Olympics taught us one thing, it’s that swimmers Nair.

Names that could also be things you have to pay extra for:

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I got a smartphone, which I highly recommend because you can make your own ringtone. I made one that’s the sound of my phone on vibrate. It’s just like having it on vibrate, but it doesn’t move. I have a very sensitive upper thigh.

Plus I like to have people answer my phone as a practical joke, like a joy buzzer that doesn’t buzz.

“Hey, would you get that?”

“Um, dude, it’s in your pocket.”

“Trust me, you’re going to like this.”

It works great on the elderly.

I don’t have a microwave. If I did, I would record the ding and make it my ringtone in order to give those around me false hopes.

“Dammit, Bono. Fooled me again. I thought I was about to get a burrito.”

The microwave burrito is its own first aid. You just have to keep eating.

Shopping list:

  • Milk
  • Milk
  • Lemonade

There’s more, but I’ll have to go somewhere else.

Linguistics fans: “Jason Statham” backwards spells “butt sex.”

That’s the formula for Pig Italian.

Have you found Jesus? If so, we could totally make a killing.

Partial Sentences Taken Out of Context:

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I saw a woman walking down the street wearing an “I < 3 ME” shirt. But I’m skeptical. I doubt she’s ever been to Maine.

This month’s installment of Not a Porn Site: http://www.bbbs.org

I’m awkward at goodbyes. I have a hard time gauging whether the situation calls for a handshake or a hug.

So I hump their leg. 

Come jiggle with me.