Showing posts with label All up in your grill grasshopper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All up in your grill grasshopper. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

09.14.11


Got a new roommate.
Her name is Katy.
A bit on the creepy side.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

09.08.11


METH-amorphasis
The physiological process by which previously vibrant and beautiful being becomes tattered, worn and sinks into an utter state of hollow-cheek-oozing-scab hopelessness. Once evicted from the familial cocoon, it moves into a urine-soaked trailer with its gun trading boyfriend and its babies are taken away.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

08.24.11


It's not me talking.

Flock of Seagulls? Not a big fan? You don't say.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

08.03.11


A Morbid Goose Nursery Rhyme

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children shall burn!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

07.21.11


Kermit's younger and less successful brother, Randy... Randy Moss.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

09.29.10

Pop Quiz!
A. Did you say insexticide?
B. Ahhh. yesss. grashopper.
C. No, You’re schmoopy.
D. Wednesday, humpday.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

07.01.10


Summer Mossy Oak Camo
Um, yeah dude, I can still see you.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

06.16.10


Not to brag, but I’m naturally Jewish.

The Torah says the eating of bugs is forbidden.

I already don’t eat bugs, and I’ve never even met Torah!

Monday, September 28, 2009

09.28.09


Ripped from the headlines:

Area Designer Ralph Lauren Says "Overalls Are BACK"; KrissKross and Kid ‘n Play Announce Comeback Tour.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

09.23.09


FOP: What are you going to do with it?
RH: Put it in a jar.
FOP: Then what?
RH: Put it in my fridge.
FOP: Why?
RH: FOR SCIENCE!!!
FOP: And by “science” you mean, “Because I am an aspiring serial killer and the logistics of putting actual road kill in my fridge is not feasible due to my recent trip to Costco”?
RH: … 64 cans of Diet Pepsi takes up a lot of room you know.

Monday, August 17, 2009

08.17.09


Little Miss Muffet
Sat her big ol’ booty on a tuffet,
Cuz she’s all LAZY like that.

So I ate her… Yeah dat’s right!
CHOMP CHOMP!
Woman won’t be hoggin’ all da curds and whey NO MO!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

07.23.09


And we shall call him "Unicornfly".

In my opinion, if your gonna start naming things after mythological creatures you should go all out. Pick something completely awesome… like a MANTICORE!

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

07.01.09


Whatup?

Oh you know, just making maggots and decomposing stuff.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

06.10.09


HOW LITTLE WAS IT!

Dear FOP,

We regret to inform you that your zucchini is to little for the interweb. Don't feel bad, it happens to a lot of applicants. Better luck next time.

Sincerely,
Management

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

06.02.09


There was an old lady who swallowed a spider,
Cuz she was old and nuts! And thought holding a Mixed Martial Arts Contest in her stomach would be sort of AWESOME.

Sooo…

She swallowed the spider to wrastle the fly (that I guess she ate when the cat food ran out). Where it performed 8 of the top 10 submission moves (one with each leg, of course!) on that pathetic fly…

I guess it died.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

05.12.09


Dear JOSH,

Sorry I has to bounce with out saying good-bye. It was really early and I was tired of getting shot at, and tired of getting chased by the PO-Lice. I tried to leave you a note, but I couldn’t find a pen and my email was down. I hope you got the message. I’ll be at Thugs Mansion around noon if you need me.

Regards,
2Pac

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

09.17.08


Things to do today:
1. Eat sweater.
2. Make hurricane in China.
3. Attack porch lamp.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

08.06.08


Ah! Little grasshopper you have much to learn…

…for 4 payments of $35.99, some bat-crazy loon name Kevin Trudeau will provide you a revolutionary book filled with Everything "They" Don't Want You To Know About. Where in you will learn of government’s plot to eradicate the human race and replace them with beings spawn from the loins of Tom Cruise.