June 7, 2007
For Slow Days When He Has Nothing Of Substance To Say
As everyone knows, I live the life of a jetsetting man-about-town, regularly being involved in a range of crzay and adrenaline filled adventures. Occasionally, there is a lull though, and on these rare occasions, I trawl through my Inbox for amusing things which people have sent me.
Tonight, we shall go through a few of them. Yes, I said tonight. I’m actually writing this in the early hours of Friday morning. I can’t sleep because there is a rather obnoxious mosquito hanging around. He has a serious attitude problem, and we are presently feuding.
Old Joke.
This is an old joke, but it is actually one that I did myself. Which makes it funny. Any joke I make is funny. I don’t know why, it just is. Must be my delivery. If you can’t see it says “I Wish My Wife Was This Dirty“. Incidently, the car in question is The Fastest Car In Cape Town. It has won thousands of drag races. Other cars literally shit themselves in sheer terror when I drive alongside them.
It is fast.
Fast, but dirty.
Well?
This is funny if you were cool enough to watch 300. If not, you just won’t get it.
Good Stuff.
This is more good stuff from the good folk of Cyanide and Happiness. Steve O used to stutter, and I would mock him relentlessly for it, so I can totally relate.
And More.
This is more good stuff from the good folk of Cyanide and Happiness. My dad would read me those nursery rhymes, and I would mock him relentlessly for it, so I can totally relate.
Just A Little Bit More.
This is more good stuff from the good folk of Cyanide and Happiness. I had a friend who had a terminal disease, and I would mock him relentlessly for it, so I can totally relate.
That cracks me up. You can see more of this shit at www.explosm.net
I have just killed the mosquito. And his family. As well as his dog.
I am going to sleep now.
