What
follows is a scattershot bit of random thoughts, links, and images that
showcase the lunacy that exists in the entertainment world and beyond.
Folks who remember my old missives from the old Steady Leak articles
should find this kind of stuff familiar. Folks seemed to get a kick out
of the first installment, and each Wednesday should fall victim to
another installment. Don’t expect anything deep here but something may
tickle your fancy.
Hope you dig:
The List of Dumb: Photo Edition
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The Conceit. I’ve heard boasts before from a product manufacturer but this one takes the figurative cake. Better than your eyes? Fuck you! I like my eyes more than anything I’ve ever bought, aside from issue #21 of GI Joe, a perfectly ripe watermelon, and a beautifully sculpted bust of Don Meredith. Funny thing, all of those things benefit greatly from having eyes. Rereading the above text, it seems to indicate that I bought my eyes. I did not. They developed in the amniotic sac with the rest of me. Still, fuck these guys and their product. I don’t care if it is a security camera. My eyes are God’s wonderful magic come to round life. -
Math. What in the good name of bouncing baby Earl Weaver is Embroldery? Has the world gone mad? Is witchcraft happening right under my jowls without me or the authorites (the Midnighter likes him some dick, huh?) having a fair chance to end this madness? Fuck a neon company that just takes the napkin handed to them by a seamstress and replicates the fuck’d without nary a rebuttal. Worse yet, fuck anyone embroldering in my neighborhood. -
Dawg. What’s worse than a stretch Hummer? One with the UGA mascot on it. What’s worse than that? Nothing. Not even Al Queada. I don’t have anything against the University of Georgia per se, one of my wife’s many degrees is from that place. But, the proliferation of the Bulldog’s rotten face and the "G" logo among the bumpkins and overzealous fans in my ‘hood makes a boy cry and stretching it across town for a mile a gallon is worse than mankind’s sins against itself and nature. -
Crotches and Tridents. Well, if you weren’t gay before you looked at this picture, welcome to Homosexuality, population = ALL. -
Night of the Living Boring. I know that companies pay for the endcap space at bookstore chains but I’d hate to think some kid is going to meander past this aisle and buy all of these expecting good. -
Tiamat Poop. I’d rather children put money into a Wayne Williams dispensing vending machine. -
Stocking Stuffer. What do you buy for the incest survivor who has everything?By the way:
"I smell Lunchables!"
