My God, I am just ravenously hungry. You ever do that? You ever just get hungry? I mean, most of the time, I’m like “I am so not hungry” but sometimes I’m all “Well, would you look at that. I am hungry. What are the odds.”
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Archive for September, 2008
Now for some stream of conscience blabbery: The thumbnail is of a compass. “S” represents “south”. Birds fly south for the winter. So do my grand aunt and uncle. South is sometimes synonymous with the word “down”. Teabags are dipped by moving your hand down. Robert told me that teabagging is when a dude dips his… Whoops! Let’s remember to keep the humor subtle, Chris.
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Not a fan of last week’s TWSS? Well, neither are the characters that are actually in the comic, so you’re in good company. However, perhaps this week’s comic will reveal the method to my madness!
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Casey thinks it’s funny to send Why I’m Late late. I think that that is reprehensible.
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There is not a day that goes by wherein I do not stroke my barren chin and wish for facial hair.
My chin is SO barren. It is the Sahara of hair.
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I am on strike until someone tells me that I write better intro text than Jimmy [who has been on vacation since the beginning of this month]. C’mon. Flatter me, hos.
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I know, I know. It’s tough to teabag things on the daily. But sometimes, you just gotta grit your teeth, close your eyes, and teabag.
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That’s what she said is an ancient tradition, passed down from Chris to Chris, an art form refined over many generations.
Blah Blah Blah Politics. Blah Blah Blah Lipstick. Blah Blah Blah Palin’s a MILF. Blah Blah Blah I’d still rather bang Obama.
I guess it’s Monday again. Every Monday I wake up and I’m like “Oh, man, I gotta do all this stuff. There is just so much stuff to do.” You’d think I’d get used to it, but then again, I’m not used to waking up on Saturdays and finding dead hookers either.
Teabag everything. I don’t think enough of you are taking the lesson to heart. Seriously, I want you to go out there, armed with teabags, and just start teabagging the CRAP out of everything. You’d be amazed at how much you can teabag someone before they teabag back.
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This is a that’s what she said. I wish I was a woman, so I could say, This is a that’s what she said is what she said! But I’m not. No matter how much I want to be.
Do you like my mascara?
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So, I guess there’s some new game out that everyone is wetting their pants over. Me? I’m still waiting to play that Pong thing everyone was talking about a while back. I mean tennis? On a computer? What a crazy world!
I don’t have a lithp. That is what John insithted the title be. I TOLD YOU I DON’T HAVE A LITHP YOU THON OF A BI-
Oh man, I kinda flew off the handle there. Thorry.
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Imagine my chagrin when I discovered it was not, in fact, Labor day again. I was like, Well guys, I dunno about you, but I’m pretty sure I did as much labor last week as I did the week before it. So can’t we have Labor Day every week? I mean, things are pretty laborious in general.
Casey apparently thinks that it’s time to do Why he’s Late [with Teabag Everything]. Casey was once so late that all his teeth fell out. True Story. Anyway.
Casey recently returned from a trip to Thailand. He saw many “ladyboys”. He saw little clothing.
Even as an adult, I have a fear of doctors. Why wouldn’t I? They shove planks of wood down my throat, jab needles into my shoulder, and twist my junk around. I’m sure the next revolution in medicine will involve thumb screws.