Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Thirty days of suck VII: you wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson was eating fruit loops on your front porch

With all of mother nature's (mostly)non-industrial processed bounty having been devoured by CHUDs masquerading as lunatic offspring, & brilliantly anticipating that neither member of Local no. 13 would contribute today to the Peonage Victuals Cooperative*, I cheated: 


















Good thing these are low-effort posts & save the jokes about how's that different because creativity's running on imaginary fumes. C'mon, rock &/or roll show, get here already. Tomorrow, something that is falsely advertised.

*though kudos for the cough drops, as I think I'm coming down with the deadly Motaba virus. Damn you, Discreeto Burrito-peddling monkeys.

14 comments:

Trinity said...
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Beach Bum said...

I ain't got Charlie on my front eating fruit loops porch but my teenage son keeps stealing my Chips Ahoy cookies which for me is even worse.

Lisa said...

There's a special quality to.... oh fuck it. Tomorrow I quit Club Overachiever and give you (something).

Which virus is this? I think you need a doctor's note.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Can my laptop get this virus just by clicking on L'ennui mélodieux?
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Randal Graves said...

BB, you need to buy an anti-apocalypse safe and store your goodies in there. After dealing with wankers all day, you deserve a treat.

lisa, oh, if your slacking is more effective than my slacking, we'd have words if I wasn't so lazy.

A doctor's note?

Duchess, we may have found the Iron Lady online!

if, yes, please go away, all of you.

thatgirl said...

Absolutely!
It's probably not a good time to mention that I wasn't truthful in class the other day.

And, um, I brought you tea. That counts for something no?

Randal Graves said...

Try it more from the diaphragm, OH YEAH ABSOLUTELY!

Wait. You fibbed? How will you continue to be a model of feminist de-hierarchical masculinities-izing?

I praised you for the cough drops, isn't that enough? (I forgot about the tea, perhaps I'm the Worst Person Ever, which is, of course, your fault).

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

If you're not feeling well, maybe a big bowl of soup from Famous Ray's will do the trick?

But you know what is better? BOOZE with a slice of LEMON and hot water. Knocks you right out, and you can then sleep the sleep of the innocent and recover. It's basically old-school Nyquil.

Regards (and best wishes)

Tengrain

Tom Harper said...

No! Please, not the Peonage Victuals Cooperative!

S.W. Anderson said...

Randal, OK, your post is the blogging equivalent of a Brand-X chicken pot pie. However, your headline is a haute cuisine delight.

I hope you're not coming down with anything icky. But if you are, a shot of Jim Beam stirred into a couple of dollops of warmed honey and butter could help — your morale, if nothing else.

Demeur said...

This is either Montezuma spreading his love North of the border or Randal did in fact try the mushrooms again. Or maybe as school is back in session the Peonage are spreading their love.
Eeeeow my keyboard is starting to itch. Get the disinfectant! Call Norton! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Wake up, R.G.

The blog demands it!
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Randal Graves said...

tengrain, is that all you hippies do in Californistan, smoke pot and get drunk?

tom, hmm, I don't think the name is Eastern Bloc-y enough.

SWA, all of my posts are house brand mystery meat, and again with the booze, how can we win the future if we're stumbling from cafe to pub to bar to hole in the wall?

demeur, I blame the new anti-virus software the techies installed.

if, we don't negotiate with terrorists.

thatgirl said...

When I saw Norton mentioned, I thought it was in reference to our favorite late night TV furniture salesman.