"Ah, geez kid, can you give me a minute?" That soldier better enjoy his smoke. The Pentagon is trying to ban smoking in the military. Something about how it's not good for them and stuff. "Look, they're away from their families and everything else they love. We just want to make sure we make it absolutely clear how miserable we want them to be," one Pentagon spokesperson stated after taking a drag of her cigarette. "God, these really take the edge off."
Aw, that tickles. So, after almost fifteen death-free years, one of the bulls in Pamplona had had enough. "I gored the shit out of this guy. In the fucking neck, too. You should have seen his goddamn face. Oh, no! Oh no! (hardy laughter) Man, I wish I could reeanct it. I'm not doing it justice. But it was pretty...it was pretty god awful. Necessary...but god awful."
Speaking of god awful..."He dead, mutha fucker," Joe Jackson joked about his son. "No, but seriously, I think there was foul play in Michael's death. And not like the foul play he used to inflict on little crotches." Jackson is also stating how he and his estranged wife, Katherine Jackson are ready to raise Michael's kids. "I can see a lot of Michael in them. They've got talent, that's for sure. And believe me, I will beat the shit out of them every night if it means exposing that talent and making me more MONEYYYYYYYY! I miss my son."
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Obama Meets Pope, Pope Occupied by Demon. No, actually, they met for lunch Friday and discussed their views on helping the poor, abortion, stem cell research and which New Jersey housewife they hate the most. While other reporters were unable to actually hear what was said, somehow, for some reason, they let me in the room to record their conversation. Here is a bit of it:
"So, thanks for meeting with me...and stuff."
"Yes, my child."
"Ok, so, this is quite the honor."
"Yesssssssss."
"I think, together, we can help put an end to world hunger."
"World hunger...yesssss. Come...sit closer, my son."
"...And I know that you and I don't see eye to eye on abortion and stem cell research, but we can still talk openly about our views..."
"We must protect the republic."
"Excuse me?"
"The republic. Together, we must protect it. You are the new hope, young one. There is great distrubance in the force. We must act quickly and destroy those who oppose our actions while ushering in the totalitarian Galactic Empire.
"Uh, what the fuck are you talking about? What empire?
"You have it in you, my son. The dark side is in you. Well, so is the light side, but the dark side...the evil side is trying to come out. But you are repressing your natural urges."
"You've fucking lost it, Pope. You know that, right?"
"Do not fear me, my child. Soon we will...(giggling) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't keep it up anymore. I'm surprised I lasted that long. I had you going for awhile.
"Yeah, for a minute I thought you had been possessed or something."
"No, you know who I was being, don't you?"
"Uh...now that I think about it, it does seem kind of familiar. Don't tell me."
"K..."
"Shit...I know it. Why can't I fucking think of it? Shit...don't tell me."
(Giggling uncontrollably) "Come on. Oh, I want to tell you so bad."
"Don't seriously. I'll get it."
"Come on...the force. Galactic Empire...you know this, Brackie."
"I know. I know. Fuck! This is going to drive me nuts.
"Can I tell you?"
"..."
"Let me tell you. Please. Please. Please."
"Oh, God. Fine. Fine. Who were you imitating?"
"SENATOR PALPATINE!!! Star Wars!"
"FUCK!"
"Hahahaha, you are so mad at yourself right now, arent you?"
"FUCK! Goddamnit. How could I not guess fucking Star Wars?"
"I don't know. It's only the most popular movie ever made."
"Man, this is going to bother me the whole day."
"Well, let's not let it ruin our lunch together. I'm glad you're here. It's a beautiful day. Let's move past this little game."
"Alright. You're right. You're right. Goddamnit. It was so...it was so obvious. (Long drawnout sigh followed by a moment of silence) But seriously...you should really reconsider your views on abortion."
Deputy Dipshit is going to live in a plexiglass box above the Madison Square Garden marquee for two days in order to raise money for hungry people. "It's no Eight-Legged Freaks, but it's work. Kind of. Not really. It gets me in the news...somehow...I'm married to Courtney Cox."
"We could do what he's doing for world hunger."
"Please sir, can I have another..."
"Oliver Twist."
"Nice."
This bitch is denying a resolution to honor Michael Jackson because she's racist. Kidding, it's because he was involved in tickle fights with little kids. "And I just didn't get Thriller," Pelosi admits. "I mean, what was that? Was it a movie? A mini-movie musical? And why did he have a monkey? I don't get it. So...no." The resolution was backed by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee, D-Texas. "He's fucking awesome and his music is awesome and he did awesome humanitarian work and my name is Jackson too so that is double awesome." Pelosi does state that she...
Oh shit. What are you doing back? "WHEW! TOM CRUISE IS NEVER GONE!!! WHEW!" Ok. well, I think... "Hey, what do you call the closest thing I can get to openly being gay without being gay?" (Sigh) What? "You call it David FUCKING Beckham! WHEW!!! TOM CRUISE. DAVID BECKHAM. CRUISEHAM. That's our celebrity name. TOM DAVID CRUISEHAM! WHEW!!!" What?...
"Whew, you call me David Fucking Beckham. Whew."
"No, it's WHEW! Try it.
"Whew!"
"No, WHEW! Scream it. TOM CRUISE! WHEW!
"WHEW! TOM CRUISE! WHEW!"
"Better Becksies. But say your name after whew."
"WHEW! DAVID BECKHAM! WHEW!!!"
"YEAH!!! WHEW!!! CRUISHAM has ALL THE RIGHT MOVES!!! WHEW!!! Hey, what do you call a male cat? HUH! HUH! HUH!" What? "You call it a tomcat. TOM CRUISE, TOM CAT! WHEW!!! I AM ALL ABOUT THE NINE LIVES! Your turn Beckies my bestie."
"Ok, what do you call the guy who tends to the net in soccer? You call him the goalie. WHEW! DAVID BECKHAM!"
"Uh, Beckies my bestie...that's not how you do it. You gotta associate something in your name with something else. But scream it. And then say WHEW followed by your name. Like, (clears throat) What do you call a very boyish girl? You call her a TOMBOY! WHEW!! TOM CRUISE TOMBOY'S MAKE ME HARD!!! See Becks?"
"Ok. Ok. I think I got it. (clears throat but in a hot way) What do you call the symbol of Judaism?" Here we go. "You call it fuckin' star of DAVID BECKHAM!!! WHEW!!! DAVID BECKHAM WORLD-FAMOUS SOCCER STAR!!! WHEW!!! Like that Tommy gun?"
"Whoa. Whoa! WHOAAAAA!!! TOMMY GUN!!! I love it Becks. This is why we're besties. This is why I love Dick...WHEW!!!" Whew. I've had enough. That's all the news that's fit to suck.
Hey, where are you going? Nowhere. Hurricanes in the Atlantic are dropping in to say hello more frequent than at any other point in the last 1,000 years. "I ain't too big a dealin on it," one barely dressed human being admitted while laying on top of his Datsun that floated down the street. "I finally got that boat I always wanted. Beer?"
Speaking of rednecks, this glasses-wearing fuck from Georgia, the state, could face up to 60 years in prison for videotaping US landmarks and then sending the videos overseas to aid terrorist groups. Insaneul...Ensaneul...Ehsanul, EHSANUL, fuck, that's it...Ehsanul Islam Sadequee...huh, his middle name is Islam. Ok? That's not obvious. Anyway, the jackass says he's not a terrorist even though his best friend was convicted of helping terrorists and that he's obviously in cahoots with them because he's dark-skinned, so those two go hand in hand. And he has a t-shirt that says Big Terrorist but claims it's the Muslim version of those Big Johnson T-shirts from the 90's. One government official, when asked about this situation, pulled up his pants and laughed, "Why the fuck would he risk his freedom videotaping landmarks? What a fucking idiot. That's what the goddamn internet's for."
The redneck roll call continues. "Yup, I glued some guy's dick to his stomach in a hotel room. Guilty. As. Charged." That fine piece of ass above, along with three other women, sought revenge on a man they were all apparently in a fierce love triangle with. The man was not offended by what happened to him and in fact claimed it to be "funny as shit."
Oh, what idiotic things are you saying now Mr. Vice President of the country I live and breathe in? What? You said the Russians are "Big Bullies?" And now their Foreign Minister's feelings are hurt? You dumbdick. "Look, he said some things. Then I said some things. Things were said. And now, feelings are down." Biden apparently lost his faith in the Russians after finally sitting down to watch Rocky IV.
What's Biden's little buddy doing? Is he about to stab that Indian? Or did that Indian just blast a holy spirit out of his ass and O'Bomb is trying to avoid its spiritual stench. "I've been ho ho holding that in for almost thirty years. Was the ghost of my brother, Chief Running Joke." O'Bomb has no hard feelings for the situation. "I've pretty much been blasting hot air out of my ass for the past eight months. Ok, but all jokes aside, 'O'Bomb is really presenting the Medal of Freedom to Joe Medicine Crow-High Bird for having the longest, most ridiculous name in all the Indian Land. Then O'Bomb showed Crow-High Bird his collection of Andrew Jackson figurines.
After standing silent for almost eight grueling minutes from making a joke about what the difference between a Priest and Michael Jackson was, the Pope finally spoke again, this time with words so full of wisdom, the sky started raining shit. When referring to the Nazi concentration camps, the Pope called them "extreme symbols of evil" and "hell on earth." Huh. Thanks for clearing that up. We were all under the impression they were just really run down day spas. The Pope then received negative feedback from the audience about his hat, with one man claiming it was actually an "extreme symbol of evil, hell on earth and plain ole bad fashion."
Good news fatasses, eating chocolate two to three times a week is good for heart attack survivors, cutting down on heart disease.
"What? I had a heart attack." No you didn't. "I could." Probably..jpg)
To keep the streak of "Let's start producing a bunch of washed out 80's cartoon live-action movies," Hollywood is in the works to create next Summer's blockbuster revival...
The role of John Candy will be played by...
"Hey, remember when I promised to use the power of government to openly conduct big Pharma talks and cut the cost of drugs to Medicare? You do? Oh, well, I obviously don't." Actually, O'bomb's administration has been psspsspss'ing to the drug people behind our backs and are now against using the government's leverage to bargain for lower drug prices. And they don't want cheaper drugs coming in from the Canucks. Oh, and they also agreed that pursuing Medicare rebates would be a really not necessary idea. So, yeah...sorry Grandmas.
Yikes! Moving on.
Awww. This cat was murdered two seconds after this photo was taken. No, I'm kidding. It's fine. Maybe. I don't fucking know. But here's what I do know...scientists have discovered a gene that lets people not be cranky pants after just six hours of sleep.
Damnit Gene Shallot, get the hell out of here. "It's Shalit!" Whatever. "Don't see Funny People!" Huh? "Funny People. It just keeps not ending for 2.5 unendurable hours." No, no, I kind of agree with you. I remember thinking... "(horrid coughing almost like throwing up)" Oh shit, are you ok? Gene. GENE! "Yes, yes, this happens from time to time." What, you choking out of nowhere? "Hairs from my mustache get caught in my throat like mini facial hairballs." How often has this happened? "Oh about four times." That's not bad. "A day. About four times a day." Why don't you just shave the fucking thing already and be done with it? "I can't." Why? "I was born with it. Doctors say it's the only thing keeping the bottom half of my face attached to the top half." That makes no sense. "...SEE YOU AT THE MOVIES!!!" Ok, where...what was I even talking about before that unnecessary outburst that wasn't even funny...
Passing out?
Mom?
Ha, that was a fun night.
