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“Fellini’s Sadoucheicon” (1978)
Sorry undergrads, they only screen this one in grad-level classes.
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“When Mikeal find time off from guarding gulag, wife Sonja like massively to display her huge tracks of land!” — From an early draft of Maxim Gorky’s 1896 play, “Sonja, Huge Tracks of Land: The Mistaken Proletariat”
Loading ...The End of All That Is Holy and Decent And The Rise of Douche Satan
And then this happened.
EDIT: Caption This Pic contest in the threads. Top three to be posted this afternoon.
EDIT #2: Your winners:
#5: “What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas. Except Chlamydia.” — Bag em, Tag em
#4: “Dr. Nick could never remember to put the valve stems on the INside of the chest cavity.” – Dr. Bunsen Honeydouche
#3: “Why can’t I get that hard?” – Dickie Fingers
#2: “As Tommy chomped on Cindy’s right breast she suddenly flew backwards over the horizon with a wet farting roar.” – DarkSock
#1: “With the assistance of a Kevlar banana hammock stretched tightly against his anus, Danny’s falsetto voice could make breasts swell until they burst. To celebrate his achievements, he tattooed on his chest the name of the school where he picked up his unique ability: the School for Wanking Young Donkeys.” – Jacques Doucheteau
Loading ...Minigroo Snags Sophia, Wins at the Game of Life
You may now light your genitalia on fire. Reproducing is no longer a worthy endeavor.
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So what if I told you that the Twinkie will likely be saved, but it will now be owned by the icon of herpsterbaggery, Pabst Blue Ribbon beer?
Surely you’re joking Mr. Feynman.
The idea that my once-favorite cheap beer, now coopted by Movember Instagramateurs and rendered fully Beer-Bleeth, could somehow partake in owning my delightful golden vanilla snack cake treat, is a concept too paradoxical to comprehend.
But good news nonetheless, for the Tasty Snack Treat Diet ™ that I’ve patented will likely live on.
Ah, screw it.
Lets get some Lil’ Debbie instead.
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We’re losing the war.
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Vlad: Estrago! Is that her?
Estrago: Who?
Vlad: Godottie!
Estrago: Impossible! Is that undies poke over there?
Vlad: Focus, Estrago! We must wait until she arrives!
Estrago: (looking around) This kitchen is-
Vlad: Yes?-
Estrago: -made of plywood!
Vlad: so?
Estrago: It reminds me of one time in the Antilles when I shat on a squirrel.
Vlad: That makes no sense?
Estrago: It does thematically to the audience because it signifies the fractured nature of a nation traumatized by the war and unable to form coherency and meaning.
Vlad: What should we do?
Estrago: Perhaps if we wait a little longer, Godottie will arrive.
Vlad: But what if she doesn’t come?
Godottie: Guys, yo! I’m right here!
Vlad: Heavens! This defeats the modernist themes underlying our crisis!
Godottie: Screw that postwar expansion of narrative and start fondling my boobs!
And… scene.
Loading ...What it Looks like When a Father Fails
Somewhere in Dallas, a man who had a daughter twenty years ago stares into the existential abyss of his mirror and realizes the completion of his failure is signaled by a lip piercing.
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