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Today’s agenda — contact my friend in seminary.
Ask him if a Jesus-shaped ice-pop is an example of eisegesis.
I’ll show myself out.
C’mon. This is GOLD. I am CLEVER. (I am indeed tired of explaining to everybody that I am clever.)
Sigh. Mama told me there’d be days like this.
Actually, she didn’t. This f***ed up apocalyptic shit is what I was warned about by “The Stand,” “Planet of the Apes,” George A. Romero and 80’s-era comic books.
Honorable mention goes to the TV adaptation of “The Third Wave.”
You’re all nuts.

Indiana Nolan and the Windowsill of Crystal Skulls.

“Swing away, Merrill.”
I submitted a letter to the editor to The Washington Post.
It’s a long shot. But I might as well go for the brass ring before something in this dystopian world kills me.
“Barilla!”
Barillaaaaaaaa! I made Farfalle from Barillllaaaaaaaaa!!
And then I stuffed my face
because this pasta tastes
so goooooooooooood!!!!
* — to be sung to the tune of “Maria” from “West Side Story”

And we still haven’t gotten any flappers yet.
THIS GILDED AGE.
More evidence that Slim Jims are a superfood — the box doubles as a handy pen holder.

I feel frikkin’ GROSS.
Here’s the thing about a healthy diet — you avoid greasy foods.
But then when you DO treat yourself to a precious cheeseburger, you feel like you just drank an oil-slick milkshake with a chaser of cooking spray.
Update — ET TU, CHEESEBURGER?!
