Lost Pet Jet

May 19, 2011

I guess somebody left the back door open and it got out. It probably smelled another toy plane in heat.


Ice Ice Planter

April 25, 2011

Some people will tell you, Vanilla Ice is the only surefire scarecrow. Works on racoons and small children  too.


Boston Cream

April 21, 2011

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Boston Terriers are not permitted to stand in front of cupcake swirls.


Junction of Eden

April 19, 2011


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Something I miss about living in Little Malta (a.k.a. The Junction) are the really tasteful garden displays.

In case you were wondering, the story here is if you pour virgin’s blood into the fountain under the full moon, the animals come to life. Don’t ask what happens to the boot.


Poop On a Door

January 18, 2011

Yup. Someone pooped on a door. I kind of hope they were trying to get it in the mail slot. I kind of wish I saw this happen. “10” for effort.

It makes me want to write a modern hip-hop lyric:

One-two-three-four
Git yer doodie on tha door

Of course, it’s meant to be a sexual metaphor, not taken literally.


At least the tire stopped

January 11, 2011


“Those all-way stops are confusing, huh?”

“Yeah, well, you shoulda seen the other car.”


Nature is Horrible (NSFW or your soul)

December 24, 2010


If you go out in the woods today, you’re in for a SOUL-DESTROYING surprise. Half a raccoon. That’s not a picnic at all. Though the top half of the raccoon might have been something’s picnic treat. I guess that’s okay; the circle of life and all. It’s okay, that is, until you look at the other end of the corpse.

Oh, hey! This raccoon has been raped! Oh lovely. Where’s the hydrochloric acid? I have a set of eyes that need to be burned out. And if there’s any left over maybe I can BURN THE MEMORY OUT OF MY BRAIN.

Merry Christmas!


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