After the leprechaun on my shoulder whispered an idea to me and ran away, the firemen came, and there was white snow everywhere! It didn’t taste very good when I tried to catch it on my tongue though. Click HERE for MORE! »

And so this whole cloning thing came about and we figured hey this has to be the be-all end-all breakthrough and we’ll all be superbeings walking on the moon by 2020, but instead we do the same damned thing over and over again and so this whole clobibg thibg came about and we figured hey this has to be the be-all ebd-all breakthrough abd we’ll all be superbeibgs walkibg ob the moob by 2020 bbd so this whole clobibg thibg cbme bbout bbb so this whole clobibg thibg cbme bbout bbb bo thib whole clobing thibg cbme bbout bbb bb thib whble blbbibg thibg cbme bbbut bbb bbb… Click HERE for MORE! »

In high school phys-ed, we had to climb a rope. That wouldn’ve really bothered me, except for the fact the when we were on it, the teacher would yell “swing hearty me lads, the hounds be upon ye!” Now that always creeped me out.
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Stompy wasn’t always the crude and impulse-driven city slicker that you know and love. Fortunately a crack team of German documentarians managed to capture a pivotal moment from his early days when he was fresh off the assembly line. Hee hee I said crack.

 
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Avast sailor, Man O’ War thirty degrees to starbord! Run up the mainsail! Bring in the anchor! And so help me neptune, unless you want to sleep in Davy Jones’ locker, fire the baby cannon!
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All I know about my dad is that my Mom’s endlessly saying “That damned JD”. I always thought she was talking about the milkman, but his head isn’t shaped like a rotten melon.
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OK, so maybe our comic’s gotten a little gay. What’s wrong with that? Hmm? Hmm? Who among us hasn’t craved a little man-on-man action? Well, ok, except me of course. And him. And that other guy. And that girl over there who we’re pretty sure is actually a guy. But other than us, come on. You can admit it. We won’t tell. Come over here and we’ll give you a nice big manly hug. With absolutely no homoerotic overtones, of course. Boy you smell nice.
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Ever have one of those nights when you just feel like cutting loose and having a few drinks, and before you know it you’re dancing on the bar wearing your uncle Jeff’s high heels and stockings that he keeps hidden in the back of the closet? Really? Guess that’s just me.
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