TBogg does a nice job point out how stupid McMegatard is. Enjoy. The comments are also rather nice.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A Brand New Low
It takes an astoundingly bad comic to strip off all of the sympathy from the scene of a young dog being struck by a pick up truck. What, in God's name, is happening in panel 2? Invisible bicycle?
Posted by NutellaonToast at 2:23 AM 3 comments
Labels: fuck you Megan, fuck you Peyton Manning, random, wtf
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sweet
Posted by NutellaonToast at 5:41 PM 8 comments
Labels: fuck you Megan, fuck you Peyton Manning, n, Oil, random
Saturday, May 8, 2010
PUPPIES!!!!!
The usual suspects have noted that Megan is upset over some dogs getting shot in a drug raid. She claims to have quaked with rage.
If only we could get her to quake with rage over other deaths... maybe some of the ones she had a hand in encouraging?
Posted by NutellaonToast at 1:14 PM 1 comments
Labels: fuck you Megan, fuck you Peyton Manning, My rules don't apply to me, WAR ISN'T FUNNY
Sunday, May 2, 2010
An Outwelling of Charity
I'm very surprised that Megan hasn't been screaming her head off about the beauty of BP's selfless decision to give millions of impoverished shore birds direct delivery of free crude oil. You'd think she'd be all over that sheening example of corporate benevolence and the utter uselessness of government efforts to solve our problems.
Posted by NutellaonToast at 9:04 PM 7 comments
Labels: fuck you Megan, fuck you Peyton Manning, Oil
Some Sanity
in honor of some impotent asshole failing to kill and terrorize innocent people in my hometown tonight I think it's time for our annual rereading of Manifesto: A Press Release From The PRKA.
Now it can be told.Read it.
Last Thursday, my organization, People Reluctant to Kill for an Abstraction (PRKA), orchestrated an overwhelming show of force around the globe.
At precisely nine in the morning, working with focus and stealth, our entire membership succeeded in simultaneously beheading no one. At nine-thirty, we embarked upon Phase II, during which our entire membership simultaneously did not force a single man to suck another man's penis. At ten, Phase III began, during which not a single one of us blew himself/herself up in a crowded public place. No civilians were literally turned inside out via our powerful explosives. No previously funny person was reduced to a baggy pile of bloody leaking flesh, by us, during this Phase of our operation. In addition, at eleven, in Phase IV, zero (0) planes were flown into buildings.
All of this was accomplished so surreptitiously, it attracted little public notice. ...
Posted by brad at 3:29 AM 1 comments