Thursday, September 15, 2011

Thirty days of suck I: the horseman, headless

Stuck on the last train to Harryclarkesville, watching my brain, recklessly pulled towards all the cardinal points, give up the ghost to ooze out the window, gobs of grey goo violently angled into the warping hedges the second they contact the air, something something. So, shamelessly purloined from a long-time internets homie, I initially hesitated due to national security issues, but after sleeping on it, baby baby, I slept on it, the clarity of an entire month of lazy man posting turned the tide, thus, yours truly. Sort of.


















Tomorrow, or when this lackwit profanity gets around to it, fashionista.

19 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Get a haircut, hippie!
~

Beach Bum said...

I initially hesitated due to national security issues...

Ah come on, we have to give the guys and gals at the National Security Agency something to do since I hear the government spent millions to have the game Mindsweeper removed from their computers.

David Barber said...

So, that's what you look like?

Randal Graves said...

if, at these prices?

BB, I figure after the apocalypse, Human Minesweeper will become Thunderdome for the remaining rich fuckers.

david, I figured replacing my head with a book would make things easier, but man, all that dusting.

thatgirl said...

Wow, such a mysterious personage is this Randal Graves. I wonder what lurks behind that tome. Of course, your metal face might turn us all to stone, much like Medusa.

Jim H. said...

"Libertine, profane, promiscuous, he shocked his pious contemporaries with his doubts about religion and his blunt verses that dealt with sex or vicious satiric assaults on the high and mighty..." This is self-portrait, eh Earl? Naughty poet.

Randal Graves said...

thatgirl, 'tis a good thing for your well-being that, as with Iocane powder, you've built up a tolerance to such a grim visage.

jim, oh hell no, my verse is usually sappy as fuck.

thatgirl said...

Verily while the Kynge's Brewe from Farthest Araby doth produce great wit, lesser known are its powers to withstand even the greatest of mental tortures.

(I kid, I kid)...

okjimm said...

HA! I would recognize those fingers anywherez.....

That's not you!!!!!! it is a hand double!

That hand really belongs to Floyd R. Chrimpozwyks of Milwaukee, Wis.. he lives off of Good Hope Rd. Next to the last exit before the zoo. Doan be crapping us now, Graves!!!!!

Laura said...

Well, at least your fingernails are clean.
Well, at least that one is anyways... :)

((Hugs))
Laura

Randal Graves said...

thatgirl, thou, strutynge 'round th'internets with thy head coiff'd wt a freash strumpet-nesse, we Calibans canst compare!

okjimm, you better have brought enough booze for the whole class.

laura, what fingernails? Chomp chomp chomp.

Lisa said...

First, I love that we've reached the point where we're longtime internet homies.

Second, look at you! And your bookface. This is awesome. And I love your choice of material. Well done, sir.

Tengrain said...

Graves you swine!

You look shorter in real life.

Regards,

Tengrain

Tom Harper said...

From the linked article, "shouting expletives at felines."

Ah yes, America's number one frustration release.

Demeur said...

At first glance I thought the title was "The profane wit of John Wayne".

Nevermind

S.W. Anderson said...

Ah, the tide has been turned. The Rubicon has been crossed. The die has been cast. The sheets have been shorted. The dub has been flubbed. The string has run out. And, what's done is done.

Good, because now we can all relax.

susan said...

I guess this means you must have reached the conclusion of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Randal Graves said...

lisa, whatup my homie? I hope no one catches syphilis from reading this post.

tengrain, toy gun caps come in small packages.

tom, that's lunacy. Everyone knows that it's shouting expletives at spouses and offspring.

demeur, just don't call me Marion and I won't have to shoot you, pilgrim.

SWA, are we going to kill a Caesar?

susan, [spoiler alert] the butler did it.

S.W. Anderson said...

"SWA, are we going to kill a Caesar?"

Not if he's in his salad days.