by Smitty Mrs. Other Smitty brought this to my attention. As a generally slack-tacular kinda guy, I can follow the logic involved in this. Anything you can do to streamline a process, e.g. dressing, is worth doing. Note the shopping avoidance on display: you buy the one thing, and you’re done. Two complications come to […]
by Smitty In this blog’s relentless quest to immanentize the Next Big Thing, we proudly proffer the Tres Bimbos ticket. This #OPMhack clearly demonstrates that America needs a president who will set up an insecure email server in her mud room. — Cuffy (@CuffyMeh) June 12, 2015 That it’s Her Majesty’s turn, and we [nsfw] […]
by Smitty Who can resist horsing around on twitter? #LibHorseNames Village Lotion pic.twitter.com/EGn3fB21YL — IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) June 6, 2015 Update: So, American Pharaoh does the triple crown. Meanwhile, in the White House, some dude was all: “Hey, I gave a speech in Cairo once. . .”
by Smitty George asks "that hard question" of the Slick One pic.twitter.com/bQ3tv3UNkZ — IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) May 15, 2015 via Treacher & Paco
by Smitty [View the story “Jokes That Write Themselves” on Storify]
by Smitty Font due to Rick Wolff, hat tip due to Rare, image due to The Silence of the Lambs, creepiness due to Her Majesty.
by Smitty “God has an email address?” asked Ernest, looking skyward. “Wut?” mumbled dad. “It’s an @ symbol in the sky,” but it was too far for Ernest’s finger to click. Dad warmed to the moment on their camping trip. “You can think of prayer as God’s in-box.” “He sure must get Him some spam.” […]« go back — keep looking »