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Friday, 25 April 2003
toffey
i frekin hate this one. i had a tough time with the last pannel. how should it have ended? what sould the robot have said? that question tormented me for hours. o.k. about 10 minutes or so. send suggestions. and candy.
Posted by pudbat
at 6:52 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, 25 April 2003 6:54 PM EDT
Monday, 21 April 2003
Robo-decapitation = smardie panthch
Toffefay.
Nougant is the missing ingredient of this lovely confection. I have no need for hazelnuts. Or any additional nuts. Is nougant nutty? I have two slabs of it wedged between my legs. The stickyness is me poppin' fresh lovin! From me navel to me nickers! Warts and All!
I love a gooseliver pate. Ummm...
I guess that maybe I got a food fixation and this is my food fixation ventalation. Bee pollen for staying awake, Knob Creek for bedtime, YAY!!!!
I love that burning sensation from nougant, and new guts. Catgut fer my leader line. A ppppoop.
gotta weight my leader. 40 lb. Test line and catch me a marlin, Man and the sea. Dam n think better not rot! Goddam and poop for seagulls. Vocal coach says I'm one.
Cuckaw!
Posted by pudbat
at 10:30 PM EDT
Friday, 11 April 2003
The bastards want me fat.
There's this ice cream place where I live called Cold Stone. Not only is it funny because conversation about it could easily be misconstrued as a debate about Steve Austin, the haggared, beer swilling pro wrestler.
(By the way, I love how they're called the WWE now, and that the reason is a tiny animal rights activist group, the World Wildlife Fund)
So this ice cream place, they got lots of creamy, chunklet free flavors of ice cream that you then select add-ins (candy bars, grahm cracker crumbles, nuts, etc.) to have them mix into the ice cream on a cold stone, thus the name.
The trick here, and in some other newer businesses, is that the smallest possible serving costs $2.99. The next step up costs a mere 20 cents more. Add more toppings, and the're only a quarter. All in all, it adds up if you get the large $3.50 serving, add two extra toppings making it $4.00, then go for the dipped waffle cone, arriving at a grand total of $5.00.
I mean, you're spending three bucks already if you want to be cheap, but if you really wanted to be cheap, you'd buy a peppermint patty and put it in the freezer. What's two more bucks for a gluttonous fat fart? Nothing. Two more steps towards a hollow, meaningless sense of defeat and desparation.
I'm a junky for this shit.
I'm never going back. I don't need it.
I hate you for saying it's no big deal.
This is serious. I have no money and my underwear is turning into what seems to be guaze.
Help.
Posted by pudbat
at 11:56 AM EDT
Tuesday, 8 April 2003
HAVE AT THEE!
Put your manboobs up to mine and pummel me senseless!
I'm like a cherry tree!
Blog me bruised!
Blog blog blog...
Blog me till I see baby chicks.
Blog me under the table, liking cigarette butts and foaming at the mouth.
Blog me hunched heaving over the toilet, gumming the porceilin and caressing a poohlog.
Blog me in the summer.
Blog me for my birthday!
I love you all.
Hope I get some action outta this.
Posted by pudbat
at 1:14 PM EDT
Dr. Pepper
So the slogan for Diet Dr. Pepper is "Tastes more like regular Dr. Pepper," right?
What in sam hill is happening here?
Let's really think about where this is going. Tastes more like regular Dr. Pepper than...
That's right!
DR. PEPPER ITSELF!
Somehow the molecular engineers behind the scenes at Dr. Pepper central have come up with a way for the simulation of something to capture the essence of its basis for simulation and then take that dangerous next step of actually SURPASSING the basis in the quality of its essence.
Diet Dr. Pepper tastes more like Dr. Pepper than Dr. Pepper itself!
If you were to taste the two of them one right after the other, you might be in the position, according to the slogan, to say that Diet Dr. Pepper tastes, according to your understanding of what we'll call here "Dr. Pepperness," most like Dr. Pepper.
The implications of this are nightmarish to say the least. Where else has such a surpassing of basis of simulacra occurred? Have we been fooled in the past?
Have changes been made under our noses as we unknowingly wonder the grocery store, not realizing the imposters for their improved essentiality?
All I can be sure of is that I like the way Dr. Pepper tastes.
Alot.
It fucking rules.
Drink Dr. Pepper.
I'm insane, nope, and again.
Goatbanana for fruitopolis.
poop.
Posted by pudbat
at 12:55 PM EDT
Friday, 28 March 2003
me
hope this crap works
Posted by pudbat
at 7:09 PM EST
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