I ran across a neat blog today called Photoshop Disasters. They’ve got a great collection of hilarious and ironic fuck-ups that range from the stylistically inappropriate, to complete pooch fuckings like this Norweigan bus:
Edgy!
It’s kinda like Best Week Ever or the Soup for advertising/editorial imagery.
I miss my old hair. Check out how fucking deranged I look here! Daddy’s home! This one’s from
late Feb.
I finally left my creepy apartment today. I stayed there for almost two months. The place had a generally icky vibe and far away from any part of town I wanted to live in or spend time in. (30th and Mission). I only got the place so my ex could come visit and stay with me. (And, as it turned out, have our relationship crumble before my eyes in such tragic and ironic ways that it’s hilarious.)
The place makes you feel like you’re being watched. It gives you a feeling like someone was just beaten to death with a pipe before you got there and the killer is in a closet eying you while he chews happily on the corpse’s severed genitals.
So I’m glad to be out of there. Today, the movers will come to my storage space to pick up my stuff. I spent a lot of time in the last few days packing and organizing the haphazard mess. (I’m wont to create haphazard messes.)
I also found some treasure. Pistachios and quarters, ya’ll!
This unpaid laborer helped me pack my things.
The Duck of Shame will travel with me, to mete out justice on unworthy roommates with his baleful gaze.
This packing tape says “split resistant” on it. So of course it split every time I tried to peel some of it off.
Nifty.
Maybe discovering a subversive goatse implantation this morning is making me read into some things a little too much. I took this a few minutes ago.
Well, even if it’s missing the finger signifiers, it’s still goatsesque, right? Anyway, if you had a square, metal dick, this would probably be some of the hottest shit you’d ever seen. Robot porn.
Proof that I’m not the only person who ever searched for Cat on Fire videos.
Vindicated once again!
Hello, Walgreens.
I snapped this near my (as of today) old apartment at 30th and Mission in San Francisco.
This Spongebob Rectal Thermometer plays the Spongebob theme when finished taking your temperature, while its metal tip still rests gingerly in your warm rectum.
Nothing like a little tune to liven up your ass pokey.
via Cartoon Brew
Random Nicole sent me the link to this video: Banaaana! I firmly believe that the banana is, and will always be, funny, even in a seemingly innocent context. Dick shaped fruit, come on. Hilarious!
Also, bananas contain tryptophan, which is necessary for the body to manufacture serotonin, without which there would be no laughter.
I don’t usually pass on things other people have already blogged, but, whatevs. It’s fuckin’ MAN BABIES!
Seldom do you see something so simultaneously beautiful and terrifying.
via Laughing Squid
Going out on a limb at the risk of making my blog too intellectual, but here goes! Recently, Scott Beale posted a blog about kittens on treadmills. Logically, since I have the mind of an adolescent boy, it occurred to me to search “cat on fire.” in YouTube.
Found only one incident, and the video is of a news report, not the actual burning cat, which caused me to experience disappointment and relief simultaneously.
Couldn’t someone have at least lit a fake cat on fire, thrown it across the room, and dubbed it over with a hearty, “ROOOWWR?”
Maybe I’ve got a project here.
Hmm.
