very classy

Here are some bathroom-use instructions I found at a place I was filling in at a couple weeks ago.  I really enjoy how they spruced up "ASS" with the dollar signs.  Out of modesty?  Hmm.

A$$ GASKET/POOP NEST

hard to do the calculations without the formula though

those Advanced Flushing courses finally pay off

workplace graffiti

I love workplace whiteboard doodles. This isn't mine, but just look at it.

look at it

40-TON DUMP

THAT'S A LOT OF DUMP

Trying on sunglasses

how do they look

Apple Bag Handle

:|

"Okay" I "won't"

I "promise"

Get Stick Get Fun

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Comedy Defined

Over on Twitter the other day, John Martz observed Comedy = Tragedy + Fart.  Is he right?  What do YOU, THE VIEWER think?

*BRAAAAP*

*FLRBBT*

*THBTBT*

Dept of Corrections

The other day, The Oregonian ran an article about Commisioner Nick Fish and some kind of affordable-housing plan for Portland.  The article had the wrong photo and a couple typos, but I fixed all that for them.

also, two more pebble colors

Ruh-roh, more CAPTCHArt

Have to click through for full version again.  Blogger's goofy like that.

I CAPTCHArted

This one might only be funny for fans of both CAPTCHArt and Vampire Diaries.  What do YOU, THE VIEWER think?

P.S. It's too big for Blogger to show full-size, sorry.  You have to get off your lazy butt and click the mouse on the picture to see it full-sized.

P.P.S. I've never seen Vampire Diaries before, but I still feel like I probably nailed it.

Dear Bill Corbett

I was jazzing around with Bill Corbett on Twitter a few weeks ago, nothing big, just having fun, trying to be funny to a funny guy, that kind of thing.  Then he tweets back he's going to block me.  Well of COURSE I knew he was joking.  I knew he wasn't REALLY serious but jeez, what if he was?  So I do what anyone would do, and write a huge kiss-up fan-letter to mail him.  And here it is!  No response back yet, but that's OK, I wasn't really expecting one, and besides I'd found out even before I mailed it that he hadn't really blocked me.  I actually mailed it in, care of the Rifftrax street address in California.  I included printouts of these photos, plus photos of my kids.  Basically I was shooting for a Cracked article, but in letter form, sort of a printed-out Internet.

My letter to Bill Corbett:

  Dear Mr. @BillCorbett,

  How are you?  May I say you look great, those clothes you are wearing to read this in look fantastic, unless you are naked, in which case, have you been working out?  No?  Well still, you're doing something right, because you look and smell great.

  Before we get any farther, my lawyers advise me there is really no way for you to prove I was or was not wearing pants during our last "hang-out session" on Twitter, and any lawsuits brought on that pretext will prove groundless so really, why ruin a perfectly good friendship?  They go on to advise everyone should just "chill the F out" (that is the legal term I believe.)

  By now I suppose you know I am referring to the allegedly-pantsless "Imma Block Ur Ass" Twitter incident of some days ago (f.1) wherein you might or might not have actually blocked me on Twitter.  I'd like the record state that I, as a father of two boys (f.s 2 and 3) know exactly how it feels to suffer "theme-tune dementia" and was merely trying to help you feel better knowing others in your shoes sympathize with you, only partly due to having to wear your shoes, which may or may not be ill-fitting and/or ill-smelling (especially after a hard day's riffing, am I right) but also because I have felt your pain, I have seen your sights, heard your sounds, smelled the smells, tasted the rainbow™, shot the curl, and I was there, man.  Know what I mean?  I don't.  I went way off-scrip just there.

  Being such a giant medium-sized fan (f.4) I cannot over-profess my joy knowing you were only kidding about the Twitter-block, and that everything is "still cool" between us.  Had you actually blocked me, I would have been literally heart-rent. (f. 5)  Please do not be concerned that, remaining unblocked, I will suddenly flood you with messages or links, and I will certainly not send you any photos of myself pants-less.  (Really, I wish you'd stop bringing up the "no-pants" think, though secretly I have to admit I am flattered at your interest.)

  In closing just let me say how grateful I am we can still be "best bros 4 lyfe" even if it is just in my fan-fic I scribbled in my diary/dream-journal, and please keep up the fantastic work on Rifftrax.

  Your pal,

  @crashsuit

[signed @crashsuit here]

Included in envelope:

f. 1

f. 4

f. 5

f. 6

I made you a LOL

Maybe you're familiar with the Cheezburger Network, or maybe you just live under a rock in a cave at the bottom of the ocean, but whatever.  They just put up this new ragecomic generator app, making it hilariously easy to make a half-assed 4-panel while sitting around on your lazy butt.  So I did.

Damn you vile woman!