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Thanks to Sass for the straight-up dope tip on Superpoop. I wasn't sure it was possible but I think it might even be funnier than Married to the Sea.
On an unrelated note, a couple more comments posted overnight on yesterday's post; I'm no welcher so I will go back and add the requisite number of obscenities after my staff meeting this morning. Maybe more, since I'm shooting for a final rating of 10%. I apologize to those of you who had to wash out your brains after reading yesterday, but science can be uncomfortable. This will be over soon.
13 comments:
Fuckin' excellent.
You're welcome. ;)
People that get offended by cursing are fucking pansies. Please continue.
If only all science involved talking about wristies.
I think your poem is worthy of some kind of award. Not sure which one, but worthy nonetheless :)
I had a good laugh at the caption on the photo!
This image is even better when you picture a sleeping baby in the balloon's basket. Ha ha ha! He doesn't know he's flying!
You'd like the way I do science, then, pistols.
Darn it. I saw that guy's tummy, and I have to go wash my brain out with soap again.
I'd do that chick in a second.
Slick: You should make one up and give it to me.
Moe: Wha?
I was trying to be funny....We're supposed to focus on the guy hanging ...right? I focused on the girl.
Sorry. Swing and a Miss.
I thought the dude was making the great escape the morning after the night before.
"Thanks for the mammaries! Bwa-ha-ha!"
LMAO...so, my sister in law found your blog, linked from another one she regularly reads...and forwarded your link on to me...an update on that fateful flight- the pilot (on the rope) suffered one broken ankle, one crushed ankle, a broken wrist and is fully recovered and still flying. I'm still chasing him as his crew chief. =)
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