12/26/05

Canadian Fucking Boxing Day: GET BACK TO WORK

That's right. Jesus's birthday was YESTERDAY. Why are you not at work? What, hungover on Spooch-Nog? GET BACK TO WORK.

You still know my policy. GWiMMRN:

A) Spooch-Nog.
B) An urban bum, living off the "land."
C) A suburban bum, living off the "parents."
D) Something that tastes great fresh out of the oven.
E) The Fruit Compote Shits, with attendant flatulence.
F) A long, low, mournful wail of a fart, tooted whilst passing a hundred little shitlets that tumble forth like marbles out of a velvet bag.
G) A big, fat Canadian Boxing Day cock, eh?

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Option F) is the most beautiful metaphor I've ever read. You should write poetry.

8:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not looking at E), for obvious reasons.

Sickos!

8:56 AM  
Anonymous A. Canuck said...

That ain't funny, eh? Take off, you hoser!

9:05 AM  
Blogger My Mouth said...

It's just a picture of fruit compote, for goodness sakes. Grow up, will you?

11:15 AM  
Blogger Eugene said...

What is Canadian Boxing Day?

12:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Look it up, you fucking idiot.

12:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nuh-uh. There's NO WAY I'm looking at that picture. After the monkey pissing in the guy's mouth, I'm wise to your sick tricks!

12:39 PM  

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