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Do not go in there

Saturday, November 12th, 2011

Gosh darn, how are the progressives going to turn the Sandusky scandal * into an inspiration to raise taxes, slurs against the Tea party, and fairy dust to motivate the average Obama voter? I have not been following the scandal, but surely as sex between man and boy is not gay, somehow the ability challenged activists will ten thumb a way to turn scandal into money for their wallets, purses, and pensions. I think if I can second guess them, I can get my grant application in sooner and scoop some of that unsupervised government money for my own purposes.
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Election Mitchieville 2011

Sunday, May 1st, 2011

Let me tell you who to vote for. It is an election, after all. There are a number of factors to consider, but why bother with your motivations, desires, hopes, understanding, and agenda. Politics works better when you surrender your reason to the desires of a single entity. Leftists call this consensus; Thomas Paine calls it tyranny.

Run with the winners. Not so much the political party that reflects your beliefs, but the political movement that gets results. You want results, eh? So, I say you should vote for the Bloc. The Bloc gets results for the people of Quebec. You know this is true. That sub-state enjoys a disproportionate amount of revenue, privileges, and status. Now it is time for you to enjoy the same. Do what they do, and you will share in a similar success. So, go do it.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

Into The Toilet Week

Friday, August 28th, 2009

japanese_bathroom

Into the Toilet Week started to go into the toilet around Wednesday. Maybe Monday, I’m not entirely sure. I do know that I didn’t even post a picture yesterday, it seems that life has caught up to The Mayor. Work at City Hall has been hectic, I’ve had family responsibilities up the ying yang, and I’m taking classes at the Y, learning to do The Neutron Dance. I heard that everyone was doing The Neutron Dance, and I was burning to do The Neutron Dance, so I signed up for a few classes to get on board. You know what? Doing The Neutron Dance made me feel a tad faggy, so I quit, and long story short, here I am.

Sorry for foresaking you, even if it was for just one day, but when the spirit moves me to dance, I’m outta here. I suppose you can say that the spirit of dance is my master. Well, that and Massa Smith.

Oh, can anyone explain what the third picture in that sequence is trying to say? Possibly, don’t pee sideways into our toilet?

Into The Toilet Week

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

must_wash_genitals

Strange sign for a McDonald’s if you ask me. Fortunately, you didn’t ask me, therefore you can disregard that last sentence.

Having said that, genital washing is important. Not washing the funny spot is what killed Ted Kennedy. It’s a fact, look it up.

Into The Toilet Week

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

restroom-signs

This bathroom sign is a lot more clever than the one I saw at a Danish bar back about 15 years ago. They had a picture of a clog on the men’s door and a picture of a slightly less masculine clog on the female door. I asked this Danish guy which one’s which and he said it was obvious, ”the male clog looks like a klogenhampturen, the female clog looks like a heffleduffer”. I ended up pissing on a fern.

You may want to keep that in mind if you ever ask me to come to your house for tea and crumpets.

Into The Toilet Week

Monday, August 24th, 2009

toilet-man-woman

After being subjected to Backtit Week and then Women With Mustaches Week, I thought I would change things up by leaving the body parts and moving on to something different. Although, to be fair, this picture conjures up images of certain body parts, so really this just might be an extension of the previous two weeks. Hahaha, I said *extension*.

No, YOU’RE immature.

This will not be a week where I provide pictures of toilets, but rather the signs on toilet doors distinguishing the men’s and ladies rooms. It’s exciting, it’s real, it’s now.

Welcome to Toilet Week. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the…