Check out this talking gorilla who doesn’t approve of our behavior. I didn’t know sign language could cut to the core like that but it totally does.
Translation: Koko is a gorilla.
Translation: I love y’all but…
Translation: Y’all are fucking stupid.
Translation: It makes me cry.
Translation: I’m trying to protect Earth but you’re fucking it up.
Translation: Don’t think that we won’t fucking kill you. We see you.
Translation: Thank you but go fuck yourself.
Remember the movie Congo? There is a speaking gorilla named “Amy” who requests martinis and leads an expedition to King Soloman’s diamond mine. I can appreciate both. Check out Amy below…
Happy New Year, Koko.
This is what you get when you have inmates painting the decals on your police vehicles, and I love it. Vermont “artist inmates” painted a pig on as many as 30 police cruisers. Look at the shoulder of the cow.
Subtle touch but very effective once noticed. The best part about it is that these alterations were made over four years ago. I am trying to think about this from the cops perspective, and I’d imagine it would be like walking around with food in my teeth for four years, but I’m struggling getting into the cops mindset because I’m not undereducated, poor, and simple.
This was on rants and raves section of Cragslist in Washington DC. Probably the most well written rant I’ve ever seen. This guy is awesome. The fact that he is willing to go into debt just so he can joust the handicapped man fairly is a telltale sign of his character.
My name is Ben and at about 8pm tonight (1/17/12) you ran directly into me with your electric wheelchair in front of the Giant in Columbia Heights, DC.
Allow me to illustrate what exactly happened that was so be-fuddling and anger inducing that it would inspire me to create a “missed connection” post on Craigslist.
After a long day at work, I entered the aforementioned Giant in our wonderful nation’s capital. All I needed were paper towels. I purchased said paper towels and was on my merry way home only to be caught in a pedestrian traffic jam of sorts at the entrance of the grocery store. After avoiding disaster and taking a sigh of relief, my eyes were suddenly affixed upon an middle-aged gentleman about four to five feet away from me in an electric wheelchair hellbent on taking me out. That gentleman was you, sir. Not only did you run directly into me, but I consequently fell directly onto you, and then off your wheelchair, and then onto the ground.
Now, what for lack of better words “pisses me the f*ck off” is the fact that you threw up your hands like you were just attacked by a pack of rabid penguins. What “pisses me the f*ck off” even more is the fact that all the on-lookers immediately ran to your side to see if you were “okay.” Don’t mind me. It’s all gravy. Getting hit by people in electric wheelchairs is apparently a normally occurring thing in everyday life. Moreover, I get that you are handicapped for whatever reason and need an electric wheelchair to do whatever it is you do, but in my years of living I’ve gathered that by now electric wheelchairs have the ability to stop as well as go.
One more thing. I have a broken toe on my right foot. You managed to not only run over that, but my left foot as well, which now feels like it was just hit by an inconsiderate handicapped guy in an electric wheelchair in front of a Giant in Washington, DC (see what I did there?). Anyway, I am currently working as a day manager and head bartender at a bar/nightclub. This job requires me to constantly be quick on my feet and run up and down stairs daily to make sure things run smoothly. Now pardon my language sir, but how the f*ck am I going to explain to my bosses and fellow employees that I cannot perform up to expectations because I got “hit by a guy in an electric wheelchair.” These kinds of things not only sound made-up, but make me look like a straight up punk b*tch, and I sir, am not a punk b*tch.
I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR GUFF AND DOUCHE-BAGGERY, AND CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL.
Judging by the shape of your legs (literally and figuratively), we cannot engage in a cage fight, and sadly duels to the death are no longer considered “legal.” The only fair compromise is that I buy an electric wheelchair myself and we joust. If you accept these terms, I demand we meet in front of the same Giant at the date of your choosing, preferably at sunrise so I can still make it to work after I f*ck your shit up.
I do not care if I miss rent next month, or my cell phone gets cut off. I will use all the money I make to make this happen in order to make things right in this already sad world. The gauntlet has been thrown.
Consider your couch f*cked,
P.S. – I hate you.
Demi Moore loves whip its. Earlier this week, she was hospitalized for becoming “semi-conscious and having seizure-like symptoms,” after doing copious amounts of nitrous-oxide.
Yeah, it’s called phishing out. Big deal. You can go to the lot of The Tabernacle after Widespread Panic tonight and see dozens of wookies phish out.
Apparently, she checked herself into rehab for substance abuse afterwards. That is pretty par for the course for a 50 year old that is still ripping nitrous.
What dude? You are like the black version of John Rocker. Who says that?
An All-American football recruit, Yuri Wright, was expelled from his high school for obscene tweeting. Almost as pimp as Will Hill’s tweets that got him dismissed from University of Florida last year.
That’s so trill.
Ahem, what? That is literally retarded. Only at Florida would you find this sort of blatant thuggery. Remember when they kicked off that player for stealing a dead girls credit card? If you don’t, read about it here. One more reason to hate Florida.
You can’t buy this shit in stores people. These two lovebirds hipstamatic’ed their Facebook pic, which totally makes it legit. BYNTT.
Not only do I have the utmost confidence in our product that we are releasing this spring, but the sunglasses industry has gotten kind of retarded so I’m more confident than ever that our brand will be successful. Jeremy Scott and Linda Farrow produced these fugly sunglasses that are literally dumb as shit. I literally can’t think of any social scene where these would be acceptable. I could see them being awesome for a male nurse at a psyche ward.
The guy that designed these Koo-koo’s nest glasses is named Jeremy Scott and he is the same loser that designed the Teddy Bear Adidas pictured below. Karl Lagerfeld said he could design for his brands, but everything I’ve seen him design would be cooler on Garry Gaga, Lady Gaga’s twin brother. Check out the Teddy Bear Adidas that were made for rapist clowns and the Garry Gaga video with Nick Swardson, both are hilarious.
“STOP SELLING THE ECSTASY, RICKY!!!!” -Garry Gaga