Just A Boy And His Dog
A Borderline Sociopathic Boy and his gigantic, ursine, horn-playing, hula-hooping dog, that is.
Step One: Fall Off Mount Everest
Step Two: Fall off the wagon.
(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, and Lee Webber, for sending that one along)
Cyrillic Rhymes With Idyllic. The Similarity Ends There
Ah, Russian dash cams.They make a three-ring circus look like an oil painting.
But lay off the Russians, OK? Those people are living in Mad Max times.
(Thanks to Mad Max Van der Leun at American Digest for sending that one along)
You Know What I’m Sick Of?
Zombies.
Honestly, enough with the walking dead. It’s been –er– done to death. And you can lay off the vampires, too. Sparkly, non-sparkly, it makes no nevermind to me. I’m garlic, you’re glue. Knock it off. It sucks more than blood. And prep-school wizardry nerds cast no spell on me. Dumblebore me no more. Grow up and read a book that doesn’t make your lips move the whole time.
But the hand grenade. The hand grenade makes up for everything.
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)