The very finest in fake lies, yelling, and jokes that aren't worth the legwork
First, another shoutout to ANOTHER PAL WHO HAS FALLEN ‘NEATH THE BLADE OF BLAUGUST as I swing it to and fro among my friend-group, heedless of how many sandwiches I accidentally cut in half, which, you’re welcome, jeez. It’s my buddy Isaac! He’s one third of The Jackson Two (SHUT UP YOUR MATH DOESN’T MAKE…
Ahhhh, Blaugust is making me nostalgic for the far-gone days of Bloganuary, mostly in that my life is still not interesting or busy enough to generate two introduction-topics on sequential days. Uhhhhhhh I dunno, here have a Misu: That’s the stuff! You gotta give the people what they want. Alright, the masses have been pleased,…
I have a cousin, a connoisseur of jokes that would make a priest cry, but he knows my sensibilities run more toward the strange and gleefully dumb than the profane and vulgar, so every once in a while he finds one at a horrible-joke garage sale and saves it for me. I present it to…
MY TEETH ARE SHARP, MY TYPERS ARE TAUT, AND MY MUG IS FILLED WITH AN ENERGY DRINK FROM AN EASTERN-EUROPEAN COUNTRY THAT NO LONGER EXISTS, WHOSE CANS BOAST “FIVE CUBES OF ENERGON PER ALIQUOT”, “NOW WITH ANGRIER MOLECULES”, AND “SOLID STATE”. LET’S DO THIS. Before we begin, I’d like to shout out my pal of…
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT EVEN AN AWL, OR THE TERRIBLE, HOLLOW FANG OF LA ARAÑA. THIS. IS. BLAUGUST APPARENTLY. This news was brought to me, as so much is, by my pal Renard over in his world; go check out his archive, he’s the best! One could be forgiven for thinking…