Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Hands off my spirit balls



Z: Wise from your chaise and wescue my daughter!
AB: Get bent, Zeus.

You know you all want the techno version of the Altered Beast theme.

Even if the site has annoying adverts.


Kungfu Action Gandhi says:
God is a dream.

Kungfu Action Gandhi says:
The moment you wake up into the ultimate truth,
your dream disappears and you become the god.

Kungfu Action Gandhi says:
And you suck.

P.S. The Radio Allah submissions are teh r0x0r.

Monday, August 30, 2004

Iki Stik



Hold breathing outside please!
Jamaican fishstink demon wanders the square;
You cannot survive make your time.

Learning haiku for detail:

carnival vendor
juices lunchtime sauce on hot tar
iki stik set free


Giant Japanese Schoolgirl says:
Wanashawa-san
pray me for sudden rainstorm
I cannot shake clouds!

Mitzi says:
unga bunga bung smelly...
unga bunga bung stinks!

Cesar says:
Hey, you knew you could grow
your own fruit, didn't you?

Prowl says:
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL ON ABOUT?

Somebody set up us the garbage bomb!!!



B-52s from Trinidad* have carpeted my fair city!

Disguised as 3rd world parade floats, the modern force swept low and deluged Mass. Ave. in an awesome slew of garbage. Pretty much all of the trash had had jerk chicken smeared on it at some point in time. Either that, or weird blackened fish cake. In fact, I think some weird blackened fish cake spirits have reanimated themselves, taking the form of lil' garbage whirlwinds. All that stands between the common man and these spinning devils is some rube with a rake in a neon-green public works vest muttering to himself about how much his job sucks.


Radio Allah says:
Once upon a time I was falling in love-
Now I'm only falling apart...

* K, so I have no idea what the adjective meaning "from Trinidad" is.

Mitzi says:
TRINIDADDY!

Cesar says:
TOBOGGANS! HA HA HA

Mista Malt says:
"He not my Trinidaddy HUS-BIN!
He my Trinidaddy babbiDADDY!"

I'm getting a lot of mileage out of Yams' panoramic photo.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Sharif don't like it



Hoy, small fry!

I suppose you've been sailing for hours, trying to dredge up treasure!

You know those treasure markers, the ones that disappear when you get near them? They were my idea! It's all just to piss you off!

That'll teach you to throw matzoh balls in the sea! I almost ate one of them, bastard.


Radio Allah says:
Bennie Bennie Bennie Bennie Bennie
Bennie Bennie Bennie Bennie Bennie

Radio Allah says:
She's got electric boobs!

Thursday, August 26, 2004

In your way, right away.



Hey buddy, considering how much you have to carry, I've got a suggestion.

How about this: Instead of waving your half-eaten Whopper in the face of everybody that passes you on the sidewalk, put your bags down for 2 frikkin' minutes, and finish your goddamned lunch.

Oh, and you look like a gondolier on welfare.


Bishop in the Bath says:
He waved his whopper in
your face and you liked it!
ho ho ho!

There, that's the obvious one out of the way.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

The tightest ship

Queequeg says:
The UPS man came today.

Queequeg says:
Twice.

Nook's is closed. Crap.

HA HA HA

Hey, do you get
lots of letters?

It now occurs to me that almost all the life in these characters come from their incessant movement and curious voices.

Cesar says:
Hey, why are you even
talking to me, aye matey?

Cesar says:
Hey, so it's you again, huh?
It's the middle of the night,
you know, aye matey.

Mitzi says:
I can't believe I fell asleep
standing up! What's wrong
with me?

Giant Japanese Schoolgirl says:
PLZ MAKE ME GIANT CONTROLLER!

Crudo says:
Soooooo cute!

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Transit Police Entrance Exam - Question 27



(6 points)
Which of these MBTA token booth workers is an impostor?

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Monopolytheism



"Oh Jesus plz let me roll doubles!"

Kungfu Action Gandhi says:
I bet you sit around admiring the cleverness of your own blog titles.

Kungfu Action Gandhi says:
You suck.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Magnificent Bastard



"Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM!!!
Can I pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease get a
Heroes of the North Africa Campaign lunchbox????? "

"No, there ain't no stickers on it, I checked!
It's not hardly even offensive much at all!"


Guess how long this took me.
Now multiply that guess by 40.
I'm never drawing a German armoured vehicle again.

Nick, you'd better #$%^in' buy one of these.


Civ 2 Phalanx says:
I'd thought we'd talked about this.

Klokkenverk Nazi says:
Zat makes me tikktokken inzide.
It really does.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Art is teh hard.



I think the leaves were interfering with the serenity.

Queequeg says:
OMG you're so right.

Queequeg says:
Ahab never understood the Duran Duran thing.

Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky



Pants in the wind.
All we are is pants in the wind.


And don't smack me with yer petty is / are distinction.

It's actually "pants on the floor", anyway. I picked them up before I colored the image, so the shading looks retarded. Lesson learned: Leave yer clothes on the floor.

Hey, did some looney internet chick send you nekkid pictures of herself 'cause yer a good speller? No. No, she didn't. And that means I'm winning so far.


Bishop in the Bath says:
Just a drop of water in an endless sea...
I'm the last to use this bathwater anyway!

Mista Malt says:
Hey. I spell well.
Send me pix, ho.

Klokkenverk Nazi says:
Pants are tanks?

Oh, and I toadally lifted the sky from Yams' panoramic photo.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

I am the doughtieth of men!



Queequeg says:
"Queequeg lookth on eagerly, harpoon in hand?"
What bull$#!^ is that? I got it both ways, you know.

Prowl says:
I'll bet you did.

Queequeg says:
Whatever, Prowl. We've all heard the rumors about you and Rodimuth Prime.

Queequeg says:
Calling all ree-uhl thailormen!
Leth meet in the dinghy at three bells.

Queequeg says:
There ithn't an r in it, athhole.

Best Melville joke geth spethal conthiderathon.

Queequeg looks on eagerly, harpoon in hand.



Due to a force exerted by large black liquor store employee [a], olde Irish bum [b] travels for 8 seconds at an average of 24 inches per second. The seat of olde Irish bum's trousers [c], due to friction between pants and sidewalk, travels at a lesser average of 22.5 inches per second. Quantitatively describe the new relation between bum and pants.

I was struck by both the squareness and the whiteness of this dude's drunken arse. I'd thought that dragging bare cheeks across a sidewalk would result in a little pinkness.


Crudo teh Pirate says:
That's uh-skustin!!