You there! Stop poste haste! Thine pornstache is in most poor taste, forsooth!
The mythos surrounding Guy Fawkes has gotten so dilut..
I do not care about your new baby. I do not care about your pirate themed wedding. I do not care about your latest trip to the farmer’..
1. I’m 80% certain there’s a family of small birds nesting between my air conditioning unit and the window frame. What? Oh, no no no. ..
All blondes are now the worst ever. Thanks to the Lannister clan of soulless tow-headed fuckwads, your already precarious opinion of t..
You’d have to be a Dummy McDunceFace to not already know that Christopher Columbus wasn’t all he’s cracked up to be. No, he didn’t “di..
Ryan Lochte doesn’t just not remember to put the toilet seat back down, he actively refuses to do so. He tells you it’s a patience tra..
Wake up, damn you! It’s seven a.m., the sun is up, the birds are singing, you’re looking mighty fine for an early Friday morning, exce..
It may look like rubber to you
Like pointy little bat ears
Like it’s hard to turn my neck.
To me it’s more than a ma..
Baby, back up offa dat fruit. And get down from the tree; you’re a baby. You’ll fall and break your floppy skull.
In today’s install..
This is the Katie’s Mundane Day Report, I’m John Moe. Wait, why don’t we just call it the Katie’s Mundayne Report? Because that would ..
Hey, Dudes (what, nobody to rep the lady-types?),
I’ve heard you’re supposed to sandwich a criticism in between two compliments, so..
In the sixth month of your twenty-fifth year you won a contest in which you did not, up to then, realize you were competing. You did t..