Tag Archives: chortle

Nov27

It’s Some Ironic Mustaches Are Ironicker Than Other Ironic Mustaches Wednesday, You Know

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Why?  Why is she back?  Why did she draw this?  WHAT MADE HER DO IT????  She doesn’t know.  But it’s been a while, and Happy Ironic Mustache Wednesday.  Just because she doesn’t always draw them, doesn’t mean that Ironic Mustache Wednesdays don’t just keep happening and happening, you know.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving too or whatever.  Yeah, that’s it, go on, celebrate how the pilgrims and Indians gathered together to steal America from the dinosaurs by killing them with blankets infested with meteors.  Go on.  I hope you’re proud of yourself.

TREX NEEDS LONGER SCISSORS, OR A LONGER MUSTACHE

RARR. This could take a while.

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Aug20

Finger Sandwiches, or…

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The Mind Tool

Beachcomber fluoresces

With the light of a thousand

Unitard-toting unicorns.

Fluorescing yes / sparkling no.

Why?

Because the unitard is

Not the weapon of choice.

Canned pseudo-meat is

Where it’s at.

And where it’s at

Is also

Hoboken.

Twain invented chortling

There.

Not at Woodstock.

That would be

Ridiculous.

Chaaaaaa.

HORSEY!!

Hail the conquering bunbun beast.

May3

Flagship of the Glorious Hoe, or…

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Submit Your Petulance 

Flesh blindness and illumination is a far cry from dance

One exhilarating struggle and all man strains the realm of fleeting darts.

Soft continues the executive’s awareness

You, the silky portal, gazing behind him,

Bite through the grisly rim of his answer.

He may sign your paycheck, but each journey begins with your own little game of sudoku or other fill in the blank plankton.

I can’t chortle if they just keep warming the continuity, after all!

Know the other buttress.

Aye, captain.

Know.  The.  Other.

Buttress.

Apr19

Behold the Populace, or…

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Density’s Destiny

Plink.

Plink.

Plink.

(skritch)

‘Tis the season of mass-conflagration.

A downpour of mis-education,

And you thought it was raining, silly.

The lemon, they say, is not sour

If you touch it just the right way.

Shall I chortle & run

Willy nilly?

Now there is an idea.

(skritch)

Hey, this sure is shiny.  I should get one.