Tuesday, October 20, 2015

ISIS reviews on Yelp


Applebee's: **

"We were promptly greeted at the door by a young woman who identified herself as Amy.  Within minutes we were placed into a long plush booth where our party of four sat comfortably while removing her spine with our place settings   The remainder of the visit was spent contemplating how the food and drinks would have tasted had we allowed the staff to live."

Starbucks: ****

"We forced the hostages to sip their drinks as we simultaneously cut their throats.  This created quite a robust elixir of caffeinated gore--of which our newer recruits were quite a bit more fond than the drab daily suckling of sweat from our beards."

Seattle Strip Clubs: *

"Where were the goats?"

Pumpkin Beer: n/a

"We don't drink.  It's wrong."





Saturday, October 17, 2015

A Coffee Break At Playboy Magazine



I just wrote seven thousand words on Eddie Vedder's new haircut.

Ooo.  Good for you.  I hear that he's a really nice guy.  Did you meet him for some micro beers during the interview?

Naw, I made the whole story up.  Figured that not even one person on Earth is going to read the article anyway.

Yeah, I pulled that same stunt last month with a story on Africa and the AIDS epidemic.

Is that even a story anymore?

Well, I was actually doing a follow-up on a Lamar Odom cannibal orgy that had reportedly happened in the Ivory Coast region and I sort of stumbled upon a mass grave of dead children and then I just took a few pictures and tweaked a few details and then ten thousand words came out of my lap top and I got paid a lot of money.

That's quite an interesting writing process you have there.

Yeah, I dropped out of a really good school.

Do you always talk in run-on sentences?

Sometimes.  I'm not sure.  I get hit in the head a lot.  Hey, have you seen the cute new intern?

Hell, yeah!  She's hot!

Right!?

Just what we needed to break up the sausage fest around here.  Is she a writer, too?

No, I think she does the layouts for the tampon ads.

Oof, she's gonna have her work cut out for her down there.  Lot of competition for that job.

Could be a short stint for her.  Better get on that one quick.

Absolutely.

But first we gotta figure out which team she plays for, you know what I'm saying?

I'm picking up what yer laying down, my man.

Five bucks says it cocaine.

Ten bucks on vodka and pills.

[fist bump]









Monday, August 3, 2015

Handicapped Parking


Excuse me.  You aren't allowed to use that parking spot.

Why?

Because a big blue square with a white stick-figure person in a wheelchair has been painted between two white lines; officially marking the space where your car is currently residing as being specially designated for people whom are ably challenged.

Oh, sorry.  I always thought that that was a tag for some gang of retarded kids running a racket on valet parking.

No, sir.

Makes sense, I guess.  I mean retarded people can't really pull off organized crime.  Hell, they can't even pull off basic math without somehow shitting into each others' mouths.

That's.  Not.  True.

No, I've seen it.  Go on YouTube and type in "Massachusetts".  It's a big deal over there.

I happen to be from Boston, sir.

So you know what I'm saying, right?

I would better understand you if there was a bunch of shit inside of your mouth.

Alright.  Alright.  I'll move my fucking car.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Hot Enough, For Ya?


It's hot.

Go jump in the lake.

The lake is full of piranhas.  They will eat me alive.

Fuck.  I paid that guy not to tell you after he filled it with piranhas last night.  What an asshole.

You know that I'm allergic to piranha bites, right?

Wha...?  So, sorry.

Yeah.  I break out into these huge losses of flesh all over my body if they even get near me.  Should have thought about that, dontcha think?

My bad.  Think I confused my vanilla latte with my enbalming fluid this morning.

You should have some Mr. Yuck stickers handy for that.

All of those are on my dick.

Can't need too many.  Pretty small surface area if I'm trusting your Instagram account to be accurate.

They don't stick to scabs.






Gluten Allergy Options at Every Restaurant On Earth


Dirt

Gum underneath the tables

Fruit fly cum

The feces that collects on your cell phone while you text dick-pics to your ex whenever you take a shit at a fine dining establishment on a date with his/her sister.

My ass

Your mother

Bullets

Fear


Have you read the article in the New Yorker about the earthquake that's going to kill everybody on
the West coast?

No.  Those dickheads wrote that to make themselves feel better about planes crashing into their tourist destinations.

It's important to have five days worth of drinking water.

I have five days worth of cocaine.  

It's gonna be really big.  9.0.

I have five days worth of cocaine.

If the tremors don't force the ground to open up and chew you to pieces the tsunami will kill you twenty minutes later on.

I just busted off a few lines.  I think that I'm Jesus and I'm never going to die.  Suck my dick, please.

I can't blow you right now; I'm too busy trying pick out the right man-purse that will match my orange jumpsuit that I plan to wear for the next 100 years after the nuclear fall-out from all of the Jack-In-The-Box fryolators in King County exploding at the same time.

Reminds me: I've always wanted to make a tee shirt that read "WHAT IF IT REALLY DID SUCK ITSELF"? with an American flag font and a chick with huge tits riding a motorcycle?

Okay, I admit, I never actually read that New Yorker article.

Fuck.  This has been such a waste of cocaine.



Wednesday, July 1, 2015

USA Women Vs. Japan Women World Cup Shit-Talk

We melted your grandparents back in 1945!

We fuck your preppy boyfriends with our amazing sideways pussies!

We're gay!  We don't care about boys!

We get raped every morning in front of schoolchildren and then go to work writing Javascript for alien rape porn!

We hate rice!

We hate french fries!

You killed millions of innocent Chinese people!

You killed one or two black people!  We're not really sure of the exact number because we don't care.

You have strange game shows!

You have odd Alaskan female politicians!

You...uh...fuck, yeah, sorry about that.

You...uh...wasn't ready for an apology quite that soon.  Are we friends now?

Maybe.

Okay then.

{pause}

This sucks.