One Boy, One Towel

One boy... with a love of talc. One towel.















Cue hysterical laughter.



Oh, I so want to 'out' you, but I'll give you this one as a 'freebie'. Thanks for the unintentional giggle fest.

Leeroy Jenkins!

For those of you who have circulated beyond the reach of computer game enthusiasts, "MMORPG" is not a NASDAQ abbreviation or something you contract by french kissing livestock.

It stands for Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game.



Otherwise known as the precursor to humanity's imminent assimilation:

...Because the more you play, the more stationary you become, and the easier it is for the tentacles to wrap and lock.




Some may concur with this summation:




And the marketing companies know just how to make a mundane carbonated beverage full of testes-shrinking Yellow Dye No.5 look like The S**t:



What they've concealed are the side effects of 23-hour gaming days and 12 cases of Dew:





When you have intravenous injections of high fructose corn syrup, who needs fresh air and physical human contact?



Okay, okay, I'm poking fun at the millions of people who truly enjoy such artistic digital masterpieces as World of Warcraft, Neverwinter Nights, Halo, Half-Life, etc.
Even lacking basic comprehension of MMORPG operation, you must have laughed at something related to the culture; therefore, you have benefited from their existence.

You can't tell me this doesn't brighten your day:




And remember: there's still a need out there for us pen-and-paper types...

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Big thanks to Bunny (recovered gamer) and Eshin (level 80 WoW Gawd) for their blog-inspiring input.

Adventures in Pussy Stroking

...Um, I mean "Cat-Sitting".


...With Yolandar's Crazy Cat, aka "Sunny", aka "Vampiric Furball Who Likes to Suckle Your Wrist Blood... And Nosh on that Potted Plant":





Having spent many, MANY hours with kitty, starting at age eight weeks, I have had time to become accustomed to the oddities of feline behavior, including Sunny's love of high places, such as a person's neck:

"I'll take Whiskas and dish of Pellegrino..."

"Bish, where my crunchies?! Don't make me slap you twice!"

Not to worry; Mary Poppins Auntie Ravedogg comes equipped with the proper medicine:






Nothing like a little kitty chronic and a plastic bag toy:

"Sweeeeeeeet."

My clever girl has all of her humans well trained for co-habitation:

When Mother's boyfriend snores?
Paw to the face.
...Followed by WWE wrestling move akin to smothering.

When Mother isn't up by breakfast time?
Paw to the face.
...Followed by facial drumming in tribal rhythm.



When you don't get immediate recognition of your feline greatness?

Poop in the shoe.

Works every time, sweetness.

Thanks (and happy belated birthday!!) to Eshin for introducing me to the animation of Simon Tofield (Simon's Cat). Wicked funny, that.

Silly Gumby: You Must Be Punished

I stumbled across this clip, and jacked it from Mental Floss. It reminded me of a few heavier Gumby and Pokey clips.

Interestingly, I know several people (myself included) who, as 8-year-olds, would have thought this this was freaking awesome...

Darkchyldren, this one's for you:




And top o'the witching hour to ya, me little Blarney butts.

Bootylicious Bakin'

I jacked this from Eshin... Whom I blame for infesting my brain with this tune... So I thought I'd spread it around (ha ha):




UPDATE [3/17/09]:
Crap... Ridiculous superfluous lawsuits over copyrights!!! I used to have an odd music clip here, but it was pulled from YouTube and I cannot find it elsewhere... Poopie.

Oh well; get stoned and watch the LazyTown vid three times... Or just think about the tabloid headlines that pink-haired girl will be inspiring in 4 years... "IT'S MILEY!!"


(~The Soup, trademark, copyright, all rights reserved, soooo meaty, etc.)