batmin and robbes
Tags:Batman, Books, Calvin and Hobbes, Comic Books
making awesome things awesomer
www.spider-fail.com
Holy crap, guess what URL I just registered?!? How did this comic go to print without that being registered?
I get email
I got this today:
From: Pepe Capel <pepecapel@gmail.com>
Hi, my name is Pepe. I have a successful blog in tumblr and i want to know what will you give to me if i put your ads in my blog. i like money and tshirts… please email me!!! thank you peace and love. pepe.
ps: da house www.lionearthquakelion.tumblr.com
From: Tiki God
you can pay $50 for ads per month for a small banner, minimum of 3 months.
From: Pepe Capel <pepecapel@gmail.com>
i said to put YOUR ads in MY BLOG.
From: Tiki God
why in the world woudl I want to advertise on your site?
Thanks but not thanks.
From: Pepe Capel <pepecapel@gmail.com>
i think you are an asshole. why in the world would i advertise your shitty site? sincerely yours, fuck off adam selvidge!!
From: Tiki God
You think I’m an asshole? You emailed me, you cockless piece of shit, and you apparently tried to get me to advertise on your shitty tumble blog, which looks like a four year old retarded monkey put together. What kind of cunt kicking piece of shit do you think I am?
You can take your “successful blog” that you don’t actually own any bit of (oh look at that, it’s actually hosted by tumblr) and shove it up your disease riddled ass hole.
UPDATE: He apologized! Is still a dick!
From:
Pepe Capel <pepecapel@gmail.com>
i’ll save it for my lawyers, an email account contains personal and private mail that you can’t publish without my content, even if you are the person i emailed.
www.citmedialaw.org/legal-guide/publishing-personal-and-private-informationps: delete all my info out of your blog NOW
ps2: any other actions against my facebook account, tumblr account, gmail account or any other account will have legal consequences
ps3: i emailed you, but you started this war with your “why in the world woudl I want to advertise on your site?”. Why in the world? I would prefer just a fucking NO THANKS. stop it, please.
From: Tiki God
aw, go suck a dick, you piece of dick cheese. you want to initiate
contact with me and insult me and then get sand all up in your vag
when you’re called out on it?
Your email isn’t private you stupid shit. Take all the legal
consequences you want, but seeing as you don’t appear to be able to
set up a site on your own, and have to resort to using a third party
service, I have doubts that you would even known how to find a lawyer
in the yellow pages. You chose to publish your email on facebook,
just like you chose to publish it for google to see. And then you
chose to email someone demanding money, as if we had a prior
established relationship. Well fuck that, and fuck you.
Once I get a summons or order from a judge I’ll take your “info” down.
Or maybe you can apologize about being a douche. You’ll notice that
I was never rude to you, until you started flinging around highschool
insults that had me quaking in my socks (yeah bitch, I don’t wear
shoes.)
In fact, I’m going to CC my legal team on this, if/when you decide to
press charges for your hurt feelings, feel free to email them too.
–Adam Selvidge
A day in the life of Obama (as envisioned by a typical Republican)
Tags:Barack Obama, Humor, Jokes, Politics
6:30 AM: Obama awakened by clock radio tuned to NPR’s popular morning drive-time show, Kronsky the Bomb Thrower and His Anarcho-Syndicalist Zoo. “You know what would be fun?” Kronsky quips. “Getting the workers to seize the means of production and execute the blood-sucking capitalist bosses!”
“If only,” mutters Obama.
7:30 AM: on way to Oval Office, Obama ducks into private chapel, slipping off shoes and prostrating self while facing Mecca. He chants high-pitched, ululating prayer to Allah in foreign tongue then before leaving, bows before busts of Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Hitler and Saul Alinsky.
7:40 AM: Rahm Emanuel enters Oval Office, gives Obama secret Illuminati handshake, says, “Good morning, Comrade President. The Iranian ambassador is here to discuss his scheme to undermine America’s security.” Obama says, “Show him right in.”
9:05 AM: Snack of sweetened camel milk served with dates, figs, pita and hummus. Then Iranian ambassador exits White House through secret tunnel so Fox News won’t see him.
9:30 AM: House Speaker Pelosi arrives to plot strategy for government takeover of lucrative garbage-collection industry. Obama gives her large suitcase full of cash for bribing Congressmen.
10 AM: Editors of New York Times, Washington Post, New Yorker arrive to receive weekly instructions.
11 AM: Daily intelligence briefing by CIA and Pentagon officials on activities of America’s enemies. Bored, Obama does crossword puzzle, then dozes off.
Noon: Lunch with leaders of world gay conspiracy, who lobby Obama to appoint a transsexual to Supreme Court.
2 PM: Quiet ceremony in Rose Garden, where elders of Kikuyu tribe give Obama plaque honoring him as first Kenyan to become President of U.S.
3 PM: Latte with key advisers Al Gore, Michael Moore, Rev. Wright, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, Al Sharpton, Bill Ayers.
4 PM: Basketball with White House staffers. Obama’s side allowed to win, as usual.
7 PM: Dinner with family, leaders of Acorn.
9 PM: Obama reads a chapter from Das Kapital for Kids to Sasha, Malia.
10 PM: In private quarters, Obama, Michelle are so moved watching PBS documentary on suffering of poor widows and children
of al Qaeda suicide bombers, they decide to make contribution.
11 PM: Bong hits, anal sex, then sleep.
2:25 AM: Succubus enters bedroom, mounts sleeping President and has her way with him while whispering demonic instructions
for next day.
reposted from www.tikiwebgroup.com
New car
Yeah, I drive this awesome hunk of metal to work everyday. Call it an early graduation present to myself.
Scorpion in Syria
This little fucker tried crawling under my sandal. Note to self: don’t wear sandals in scorpion country.
Misa Campo in Hockey Jerseys
Tags:Misa Campo, NeSFW, Sexy, Sports, Wallpaper
Rest in Peace, Demon Prince
Dio, time to go, you must give your cape and scepter to me.
July 10, 1942 – May 16, 2010
Fap Room
Tags:Awesome Things, Computers, Technology
Wikipedia in Hardback
Tags:Books, Humor, Internets, Wikipedia
It may be more volumes than this
Boss’s Actions Require Response
A man walks into a bar and orders a pint. The bartender says “that’ll be 5 cents please.” “5 cents?,” the man asks, incredulously, “well, for that price, I think I’ll have a nice T-bone steak and a glass of red wine.”
“No problem,” the bartender says, “that’ll be 10 cents please.” “10 cents?” the man asks, “what’s going on here, where’s the owner of this place?”
“He’s upstairs with my wife,” the bartender says. “Well what the hells he doing up there?” the man asks.
“The same thing I’m doing to his business down here!”
reposted from www.tikiwebgroup.com
loldreth
i stole pics from meester Dreth and made funny
at least i lol’d
inspirations from teh poop cat
tattoos from around town
one of these posts is to settle an old, old, long-ago post that my neighbor didn’t have Celtic sideburns. that solves that. and then the other is some silly Boondock Saint Boys loving guys from around town.
Our Furnace
The Sun’s vast sphere, 864,000 miles in diameter contains 335 billion cubic miles of violently hot gasses that weigh more than 2,000 quadrillion tons. Direct study can probe no deeper than the sun’s double atmosphere (the tenuous outer corona and the shallow, inner chromosphere) and it’s surface skin (the photosphere), because only the energy from these two zones reaches the earth after a 93-million mile journey in the form of visible light or invisible radiation. Yet the density, temperature and composistion of gasses in the suns’s hidden interior have been calculated, and astrophysicists know the nuclear processes that make them burn…
via Sci-Fi-O-Rama
He-Man vs. Lion-O
Tags:Comic Books, He-Man, Humor, ThunderCats
wtf.
your eyes…
Tags:Visual Tricks, WTF
Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today
I got married to this beautiful woman last week! I shooped my eye and the people behind us, how’d I do?
