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Too Late, Trotsky is part blog, part journal, and completely pointless.Following
I was just surprised by a test in my English Language Linguistics class, and I knew none of the answers. So, instead, my goal was to pass by making my professor laugh.
A sample question:
“Why do scholars think that English pronunciation is divorced from English spelling?”
My answer:
“Irreconcilable differences. English pronunciation got the house, English spelling got the dog.”
All the Seinfeld references in the picture can be found here if you give up: http://bit.ly/qjIrs
My dad told me this joke when I called him earlier:
Jim is at dinner with his new girlfriend and her family.
About halfway through the meal, he has to fart. He leans over onto one ass-cheek and squeaks one out. The father looks at the dog and says, “Rusty! Come here!”
Good, He thinks, they think the dog did it. I’m in the clear.
He squeaks another one out, and the father looks at the dog again.
“Rusty! Get over here!”
Jim lets one more fly, and this time, it’s a little noisier than he expected.
“Rusty!” The father says, “Get out of the way! That man’s going to shit on you!”
The Seven Dirty Words in Alpha-Bits.
Hilarious online flash cartoon from the makers of College University.
Just finished reading:
Last Words by George Carlin (With Tony Hendra)
I loved this. It’s probably one of the best biographical books I’ve ever read, and it gave me a behind-the-stage look of one of my personal heroes. Thanks for this fucking choice shit, George.
If you’re at your wit’s end, you probably weren’t that funny to begin with.
I just saw this video, and it brought back some memories.
A few years ago, I saw Jon Stewart perform stand-up at the Oakdale Theater (now called the Chevrolet Theater, and I, for one, do NOT welcome our corporate overlords). At the time, we had a “daffodil festival” in the area, and when Jon made a joke about this guy fucking the pinata, he got a weird reaction from the audience. He proceeded to ask us if we were all pinata fuckers, and if we had a pinata-fucking festival.
If I ever see him/get to go see/work for The Daily Show, the first thing I’m going to ask is if he still thinks we’re all just pinata fuckers.
