We barely do the show. We post here less. No one is really paying attention anymore (if they ever were). Jackson has reached a level of success and fame that seemed impossible a year ago. I continue to lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to emerge. Which may be never.
In the meantime, since everyone has mostly forgotten about all of this (and rightly so), I’d like to take this moment to say balls. Cuz I can.
Being brought up Catholic, I developed a sense of humor about it a long time ago. I had to to cope with the contradictory insanity of it’s doctrine. This… is awesome. I believe it was Psalms:6 17-19 where it read,”And you shall know he is the Lord when he turneth blocks of cheese into dust. Of cheese.
If Fred Rogers had done this in the Land of Make-believe, I would have paid a lot more attention to the message he was sending. King Friday could have used a couple of birds thrown his way. That guy was a real cock-gobbler.
As an aside, it’s hot as balls in Wisconsin.
I think I’m just going to start reblogging everything posted by Jeff Schultz. This dude speaks to me, man. Also, it’s cold as balls in Wisconsin.
(Source: take-a-look-read-a-book, via busybrody)
I used to be able to sleep in on weekends. I used to be able to take a nap whenever I wanted. I never used to fear for the life of my cats every second of every day. I used to be the only one who destroyed my shoes. Or remotes. Or shirts. I used to only go outside when I was leaving to do something I enjoy. I never picked up poop; I flushed it. But she’s cute. And someday, she might fetch me the paper. Totally worth it…
black history month
An homage to what may have been the best two seasons of comedy in the history of comedy. You burned out too soon, Chapelle, but we will always cherish your work. Red rocks!
Well, it’s my birthday. Again. I am old. So very old. I miss playing with toys and climbing trees and letting my mommy pay my bills. Adulthood blows. Hard. It’s a celebration, bitches. And I don’t know if anyone has mentioned this, but it is cold as balls in Wisconsin.
This a shout out out to burninglariat and a union with the “This Is the Show” cold-weather blog. Santa and shirtless dudes. Glorious harmony.